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Chapter 3 The Tragic Death of the Bride in Red (3)

On the tenth day of the first month of the first year of Yongji, the weather was cold and the treetops were still icy.

A little girl about eleven or twelve years old was wearing a thin dress, holding charcoal in her hand, adding firewood to the stove.

Charcoal is the lowest-grade tidal charcoal in the mansion. After being lit, the smoke billows, and the choking little girl burst into tears.

The furnishings inside the room were very simple, a simple wooden table, and an old bed without a bed curtain placed against the wall.

In the cold season, there is only a very thin quilt on the bed.

Lying on the bed was a woman with a thin body and a yellow complexion, coughing from her lungs from time to time.

After being smoked, the cough became more and more severe.

From time to time, a little girl about the same age as the girl ran in from the door.

The little girl's clothes are better than those of the burning girl. She has a round face and big eyes. Because she ran in a hurry, her cheeks were slightly red, and her white skin was stained with a blush. cute and beautiful.

Xiaogui stared at Meng Qiaohe who had turned into Shen Mingyue: [Qiao He, Shen Mingyue looked so good-looking when she was a child]

The corners of Meng Qiaohe's mouth twitched slightly, noncommittal.

The little girl who was burning the fire coughed chokingly, wiped her tears with her dirty little hands, saw the person who came in, and said, "Miss, are you back?"

Meng Qiaohe nodded, and replied in a childish voice, "Yes."

Meng Qiaohe was reborn when Shen Mingyue was 12 years old. At that time, Shen Mingyue had not met Su Jingxian.

The little girl who lit the fire was Shen Mingyue's personal maid named Xiao Lian, and the woman lying on the bed was Shen Mingyue's mother, Li Jingwan.

Xiao Lian continued to say to Meng Qiaohe: "Miss, have you asked for charcoal from the eldest lady?"

Meng Qiaohe walked into the door, looked at the billowing smoke in the room, and said in a childish voice with some disappointment, "The servants at the big, big lady's side don't allow me, I'm not allowed to enter the door."

After Meng Qiaohe said this, she looked at Li Jingwan who was lying on the bed. She pursed her lips and walked towards the bed.

Meng Qiaohe grew up in the underworld since he was a child, and grew up with his grandmother, and has seen too many life and death.

She didn't understand the love of close relatives in the world, but when she saw the middle-aged woman who was as thin as a paper figure on the bed, a gleam of compassion still flashed in her heart.

Seeing Meng Qiaohe approaching, Li Jingwan, who was lying on the bed, supported the bed with one hand, climbed up with difficulty, looked at the little girl in front of her with some anger and pity, "Yue'er, mother, didn't I tell you Don't go begging the big lady and the others, I can hold on."

With a sore nose, Meng Qiaohe walked up to Li Jingwan and stood in front of her, her voice was small and soft, "Ah, Auntie, Yue'er no, I don't want to see you again, Auntie, you are sick."

When Li Jingwan gave birth to Shen Mingyue, the root cause of the disease was hemorrhage, and she developed a cough whenever it was cold. Wei Yuanlan said on the surface that the monthly money was arranged for the west chamber, but because Shen Sinan was away from home, the monthly money was deducted. , the charcoal is not good either.

Li Jingwan touched Meng Qiaohe's immature face, sighed softly, and said, "Forget it, it's hard for you to follow me."

Meng Qiaohe felt the rough touch of the woman's fingertips on her cheek, and her body tensed slightly.

Meng Qiaohe shook his head lightly, "A-A-Niang, Yue'er doesn't, doesn't feel bitter, Yue'er will, will think of a way."

(End of this chapter)