My husband is a traitor

Chapter 72 Lonely Grave, Drunk Dream

Jiang Linlang ran all the way holding the sword. The blood stains on the skirt and the cold eyes caused the passersby who hurried along the road to scatter like frightened birds.

Holding the sword firmly in his hands, Jiang Linlang used lightness kung fu, and returned to the corpses of Yueniang and his wife in less than a cup of tea.

An, who had rushed over after hearing the order, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

He was also worried about whether his wife would do something dangerous impulsively, fortunately.

Jiang Linlang choked slightly, her eyes were red, and she said hoarsely to An Yi and the others behind her, "Please help me carry the bodies of their husband and wife to the Jiang family's ancestral mausoleum. I want to bury them."

An Yi sighed silently when he heard the words, and winked at An Si An Wu behind him, and the two of them nodded and acted according to their words.

Jiang Linlang took out the hairpin that Yueniang was holding tightly in her palm. It was stained with blood, and it was almost impossible to see the original appearance.

She closed her eyes, it was hard not to make people suspect that the killer attacked the innocent Yueniang couple because of her.

otherwise--

What a coincidence, she just met Yueniang and gave her a hairpin.When we meet again, the couple will die?

Jiang Linlang put down Yueniang, inserted the hairpin into Yueniang's hair, and then walked towards the inner room.

I saw a mess.

Wardrobes, hangers, and beds were all turned upside down, but the obviously valuable things were left untouched.

Jiang Linlang pursed her lips tightly and looked out the window at the eaves. Her mind was filled with the figure of the man in gray, and he swung the sword back fiercely, carrying it behind his back.

After calming down the anger and sadness that was almost uncontrollable in her heart, she opened her eyes again.

"Xiaoqiao, ask if Auntie Xiayue has any relatives in her hometown. If there are any relatives, send someone to send some money so that she can settle down..." Walking out of the inner room, Jiang Linlang looked at Xiaoqiao's worried reddish eyes and squeezed her eyes out. He gave a comforting smile, and ordered in a low and hoarse voice.

The corners of Xiaoqiao's lips twitched, and finally bowed his head, "Yes."

Jiang Family Ancestral Mausoleum.

Not all the ancestors of the Jiang family are buried here, but there are also countless Jiang family troops.

Except for the Jiang family, those servants, guards, and Jiang family soldiers who died because of the Jiang family were all buried on this uninhabited barren hill.

Jiang Linlang vaguely remembered that when she was six years old, her nanny led her to the ancestral mausoleum. At that time, all the tombs were new, as if thousands of heroic souls of the Jiang family and Jiang family army depended on them.

At that time, she was very scared. When she saw thousands of tombs for the first time, even after a long time, she would have nightmares.

Dreamed that the little Jiang Linlang questioned her, occupied her body but did not avenge her parents and relatives.I dreamed that the Jiang family accused her of being a monster...

But now, I saw this loess solitary grave.

Jiang Linlang was alone, but all that was left was sadness.

She put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the nanny's grave, and swept the ashes in front of the grave.

"Nurse, you are the first person in this world to be kind to me...Maybe I am really a lone star...When I came, the Jiang family and the Jiang family army all died. Later, you left too. Now, Aunt Yue and his wife It's also because of my tragic death..." Sitting in front of the grave, Jiang Linlang slightly covered her face with her hands, an indescribable loneliness haunting her.

"You said back then...if I had gone to the front, wouldn't I have to bear the responsibility of these intricate conspiracy secrets and unknown responsibilities? I just want to be an ordinary person...Obviously just an ordinary person, But the reality has been pushing me, pushing me towards that huge conspiracy. I am afraid of death, and I am even more afraid that because of me, there are not many people around me who are innocent and innocent..."

She buried her head in her knees, her voice muffled as if she was crying, "What should I do, what can I do..."

After all, how many people are staring at her, wanting her to die, wanting her secrets?
Jiang Linlang was deeply caught in a strange circle, and she was afraid that the closer she got to the truth, the more people would die.But she also knows that if she doesn't take the initiative, people will continue to be killed inexplicably like now.

She also kept on being beaten and plotted against.

After calming down for a while, she went to the grave of Jiang Dingtian and his wife, left two bouquets of flowers, and got rid of the surrounding weeds along the way.

However, she pushed aside the haystack and saw a bunch of lilacs.

Xue Ningxu loved lilacs when he was alive. Jiang Linlang looked at the flowers for a long time, and was puzzled at first.

Then, put the fresh-looking flower in front of Xue Ningxu's tombstone.

"Mother, look, I don't know who still remembers that you like lilacs the most... Daddy must have tasted it again after seeing it!" She sat on the ground, took wine, sprinkled it in front of Jiang Dingtian's tomb, and said teasingly.

As soon as you mention "taste", you will unconsciously recall the image of everyone being a brave general who is invincible on the battlefield, but a strict wife at home.

Holding the wine jar, Jiang Linlang looked at the side-by-side tombstones and sighed, "It's been ten years, forgive me for not having the courage. On the anniversary of my parents' death, I only dared to worship secretly on Zhongxiu Mountain... Now that Linlang is back, Things have changed in Lin'an. There are so many people who remember what happened back then, but fewer and fewer people care about the truth...

In other words, everyone is afraid to seek the so-called truth.The emperor, the royal family... Oh, the king wants his subjects to die!Father, mother, don't worry, I am your daughter and have always been.I will find out the truth - and give you justice! "

Raising her hand, raising her neck, she took a sip of wine, and after chatting with Jiang Dingtian and his wife, Jiang Linlang placed the wine jar in front of Jiang Dingtian's tombstone, then took a small step, and knelt down in front of the small tombstone next to the couple.

"Little ghost, look at you. When I was a child, I cried because I was not as tall as my sister. Now..." Sitting squatting, she could touch the top of the tombstone with her hand, Jiang Linlang laughed viciously, but tears glistened in her eyes. Standing like a two-year-old doll, Yuxue is cute, "Now, you are still so big. You are getting shorter and shorter than your sister... But you are happy, you were very clingy when you were young, now mother And daddy is with you every day..."

Leaning on the tombstone, Jiang Linlang's face turned red. She pressed her forehead against the tombstone, and her tears fell on the tombstone, dizzying a puddle of water.

"Be good, listen to your father and mother, don't cry and don't make trouble, you are the most powerful little man in our Jiang family!"

"Sister..."

Jiang Linlang was in a daze, hugging her younger brother's tombstone, crying for a while, and murmuring for a while, and there seemed to be a childish and youthful call in her ears.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but there was only a misty white in front of her eyes.

The young woman was wearing a blood-stained dress, and there was a scattered wine jar at her feet. She hugged the half-person-high tombstone like that, as if she had fallen asleep.

When Rong Jue came with An Yi, what he saw was the scene in front of him.

Thousands of tombstones, she was drunk here alone in a crimson bloody dress, and she was not afraid of waking up and dying of fright.

Rong Jue looked at Jiang Linlang quietly for a while, stained with tears, her brows were tightly furrowed even in her drunken dreams, and her eyes were slightly sunken.

However, he looked towards the forest at the end of the path, where the wind was blowing the bamboo leaves and rustling.Back to tranquility.

The corners of his eyes narrowed, and a dark light flashed through them.

(End of this chapter)