The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Third Yiniang turned her head and said, "No matter what, it's always good for us to try. At present, this is the only way."

"Well, let's split up and make a cuckoo kite right away!"

So, the three of them went to the backyard to prepare kite-making materials, and San Yiniang knelt down to the Guanyin Bodhisattva on the shrine in the room——

"Bodhisattva, please bless Yueming, success or failure will be decided tonight."

*

Yonghe Garden.

The old lady's condition became more and more serious, and she didn't get out of bed for several days, the room was filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and Su Yueming's name was always chanting.

The melancholy on Su Ying's brows became more and more serious. After she settled the old lady to sleep, she went to the garden to get some air.

These days, she faintly felt that something was wrong, there were more nursing homes guarding outside, and the second wife, Mrs. Liu, did not know what was wrong, she said she was not feeling well, and did not come to Yonghe Garden to greet and serve her again.

She has always just taken care of the old lady, she has never asked what happened in the mansion, she just kept her head down and worked.

And these days, she never left the old lady's side for even half a step, she didn't know anything about what happened outside, and she didn't care at all.

Walking along the garden for a while, I found that the rhododendrons clustered in front of me were blooming again.

A wave of melancholy came to her heart, she couldn't help pursing her lips, and murmured——

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdichun entrusted cuckoos with his heart.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

Can this feeling be remembered? It's just that I was at a loss at the time. "

As I read these sentences in my mouth, I felt a little pain in my heart.

"Ah, look, who is flying a kite over there?"

Suddenly, the voices of a few maids interrupted her train of thought, and she followed the gazes of the maids. Suddenly, her heart tightened, and a moving expression flashed across her face——

Cuckoo, that is actually a cuckoo kite, how could anyone fly a cuckoo kite in this mansion? "

"Is it you? Fu Rong, Fu Rong..." She stumbled and ran out of the Yonghe Garden.

"Auntie, where are you going? The eldest lady has ordered that no one is allowed to step out of this Yonghe Garden." Several nurses came forward and blocked her way.

"Presumptuous, the old lady is still alive, how dare you bunch of slaves do such a rebellious thing, the Yonghe Garden is the old lady's yard, how dare you surround the Yonghe Garden?"

After hearing this, the nurses showed a hesitant look on their faces, and said, "Auntie, we are also following orders, and please don't embarrass the slaves."

Su Ying had faintly noticed something, she said——

"I don't do anything when I go out, but the old lady is a bit tired of dinner, she said she wants to drink a bowl of mung bean soup cooked by me, but she doesn't like the one cooked by others."

Several nurses huddled together and talked about something. They thought it was just cooking mung bean soup, and besides, my aunt never cared about anything, so I thought it would be nothing.

They said-

"Then aunt, please go, you can't keep the old lady waiting for too long."

Only then did Su Ying lead Zijuan to the kitchen. Along the way, Su Ying felt that the atmosphere in the whole mansion was not right.

Third Yiniang was walking back and forth restlessly in the room, Lu Rong and Bi'er were flying cuckoo kites in the yard, Xiang Qiao was watching at the door to see if Su Ying would come.

"How is it? Is aunt over here?" Third Aunt was anxious, and she had already asked no less than a hundred times.