The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 274: Lan Gui Xuan Tang
No wonder, the tongcao flower he had saved up for a long time to give to his sister caused his sister, who had always been loved by her parents, to be beaten.

"They hate me for being smarter than you," my sister's voice seemed to come from far away, "They hate me for being a girl, and they hate me for taking away your talent." She pulled open her collar, revealing another scar on her shoulder, "This was caused by mother using a red-hot tongs, because I was a child and pointed out a detail that father didn't notice when he performed the autopsy."

Zhang Yilun's stomach ached. He remembered the time he saved up three months' worth of copper coins to buy his sister daylilies, the suppressed cries of his sister when she was beaten, and the complicated expression on his mother's face when she said, "Why would a girl dress up so beautifully!"

All the fragments of memory suddenly formed a hideous picture.

"It's me, brother." The sister walked up to him and touched his face with her fingers covered with herbal juice, leaving a green mark. "Although my father never taught me, but I..." She suddenly coughed violently, bending over with coughing, blood oozing from between her fingers, "but I easily guessed the meaning of his very precious secret language that is passed down to boys but not girls."

Zhang Yilun subconsciously wanted to help her, but she pushed him away.

"I found someone stalking outside my house," my sister wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, hid it in her palm, raised her head and smiled miserably, "so I pretended to be an ignorant child and said, 'Daddy said the body we examined last night was very strange, there was a flower on the back of the neck.'" Her voice suddenly became unusually clear, "as expected, they came that night."

Zhang Yilun's blood seemed to freeze. He recalled the night of thunder and lightning when his parents hurriedly packed their luggage.

"On the way to escape," my sister's voice became softer and softer, "I sprinkled the powder along the way, and I deliberately made the noise." She suddenly trembled violently, "I want them to die!"

Zhang Yilun suddenly grabbed his sister's thin shoulders, but they were scorching hot. He realized that his sister had a high fever and her thin body was as hot as a furnace.

"Why did you do this, little sister? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you force our parents to this desperate situation?" Zhang Yilun looked at his sister, who he had raised since childhood and was the closest to him and the one who depended on him the most.

Her eyes were full of hatred, a pair of completely unfamiliar eyes, but he seemed to see himself through the person in front of him.

However, the objects of their hatred are different.

The little sister was shaken by him, and the tears accumulated in her eyes were shaken out. She listened to the questioning from the brother she lived with day and night.

Sure enough, in his eyes, his parents are more important than himself.

She closed her eyes and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Because, the fake child's body was made by me, not them."

Zhang Yilun stood there in a daze.

The younger sister laughed, but her laughter was very weak: "You remember? Brother. They hid you in a haystack at a wealthy farmer's house, but took me away. Because they wanted me to be your scapegoat."

The people in that village are simple and honest, and very friendly to outsiders. The villagers even raised funds to build a school, and the children of the investors can go to school.

The farmer was a kind and honest couple, and they had not had any children for many years.

These were all carefully selected for him by his parents.

All that was left for her was death with no escape in the dilapidated charity cemetery outside the city.

But she was unwilling to die like this.

She had not yet worn beautiful dresses or had a beautiful bun like other girls.

Before she could put it on her head, the tongcao flower was thrown into the stove.

She has not yet lived a good life as a woman.

She can't die.

So, when her parents were looking for a way out for her brother in the village, she also started looking for a way out for herself.

"That body." My sister's voice was getting weaker and weaker, but she was still laughing. "I dug it out from the mass grave. I dressed it up like you. I covered the house with hay." Her voice was getting weaker and weaker. "I want to make them taste the fire."

When her parents brought her to the funeral home, locked the door, and told her that the three of them would die together and that they would continue to love her well in the underworld, she lit the hay without saying a word, and left through the dog hole in the corner of the wall while the two were in a panic.

Seeing the pursuers leave without any doubt, she felt free. Even if they didn't believe that the male corpse was her brother, it had nothing to do with a girl like her.

She was filled with joy from the bottom of her heart.

Breathing the air of freedom, but also shedding tears for no reason.

After crying, I felt a little confused.

The world is so big, but I don’t know where I should go.

Until my brother caught up with me.

He was knocked unconscious by his parents and left in the straw hut.

However, he did not choose the smooth road, but turned back to look for his relatives.

It was not until he saw his parents burned to death in the fire and the group of people who were chasing them returned with satisfaction that he heard his sister crying.

He held her in his arms without hesitation: "Don't be afraid, brother is here. Brother will not let anyone hurt you again."

Zhang Yilun's tears finally burst out. He hugged his sister's hot body tightly and felt her weak heartbeat. All the anger, confusion and pain turned into endless regret - he had never really seen the truth of this family.

Yu Qiansi heard something unusual in her little sister's voice and caught a glimpse of the suspicious red color between her fingers.

"Something's wrong."

Just as she was about to go closer to check, there was a series of knocks on the door.

"Master Yu, Master Yu, are you there? Something happened! Master Yu!"

Yu Qiansi's expression was slightly stern, it was Shang Fu.

Her eyes met Bo Yi's, and he immediately stepped forward and bolted the door.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you! Sister Yu, please save me!"

The knocking on the door stopped.

The younger sister nestled in Zhang Yilun's arms and sighed softly: "I haven't lived a good life as a woman yet, but for you, brother, it's worth it."

Yu Qiansi felt her pulse and looked at the herbal juice in her hand: "This is poison hemlock, how could it be in your dried herbs!"

Seeing Zhang Yilun’s confused look, Yu Qiansi lowered his head and sighed.

She helped her little sister up and put a pill into her mouth.

Shang Fu, who had just calmed down, somehow found a way to climb up the wall with great effort and sat on top of it: "Hey, you all are here, why don't you say anything!"

The three people in the yard looked at him, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

He blinked and counted the number of people.

One, two, three, four?
No, the person that the finger was pointing at and fell into Zhang Yilun’s arms looked exactly like Zhang Yilun.

Shang Fu was stunned and lost his balance, so he fell from the wall, his four legs facing the sky, and hit the ground heavily. The official hat on his head rolled to Bo Yi's feet.

"Why are there two little coroners here?"

He turned over with great difficulty and climbed up. His whole body was in excruciating pain and his mind was not very clear.