Chapter 592: Midnight Vigil (6)
"Auntie, could you please help me change clothes for the young lady?"

Chunxin tried her best to suppress the disdain and disdain in her heart, and spoke softly.

"Who's your auntie? I'm the dignified wife of Biluoyuan. You girl looks strange. Why are you so ignorant of the rules? What about flower language? What about flower language girl?"

Jiang Qinying was very dissatisfied with Chunxin's address for herself, and the flower language was better. She always called her "madam" respectfully when she saw herself, unlike the dry and thin little hoof in front of her, who called herself "auntie", no matter what she heard. Like an old woman selling vegetables in the vegetable market.

"Huayu, it's in the West Wing. If you want to find it, you can go to the West Wing!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Chunxin's face, and even the shallow dimples were filled with a smile.

"Whatever you laugh at, it's frivolous at first glance."

Jiang Qinying was a little terrified by Chunxin's smile, but even so, her mouth was unforgiving.

"Mom, let's go eat delicious food now!"

Little Heita pulled Jiang Qinying's sleeve, shaking it coquettishly.

"Good boy, let's go, mother will take you to the kitchen to find something to eat."

Chunxin's brows and eyes continued to smile, and her voice was also lazy and slightly smiling.

"Young master, there are quite a few seasonal fruits in the west wing room. They were all sent by Mrs. Jiang yesterday. They said they were for the young lady to try something new. Hey, it's a pity that the young lady has a bad appetite...".

Before Chunxin could finish speaking, Little Heita couldn't wait to run over to the West Wing.

"Little ancestor, wait for mother."

Jiang Qinying was afraid that her precious son would fall in a hurry, so she followed the little black tower to the west wing almost immediately.

A sneer finally appeared on Chunxin's face, hum, there are not only fruits in the west wing, but also a coffin!

Chunxin withdrew her gaze and glanced at Jiang Yilan who was leaning against her, her face full of disgust, but she still put her hand under Jiang Yilan's armpit, and with a raised hand, Jiang Yilan was held on her shoulder.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

Jiang Yilan's voice and the shouts of Xiao Heita's mother and son were heard by the servants in the yard, and rumors spread, and the rumors were heard and told to others, and others based on their own imaginations. After further processing and passing it on, things became this version.

"Have you heard that a fierce ghost came from the Biluo Garden next to Shangguan Mansion. This ghost is very powerful. It is said that the magic weapon of the mage has no effect in front of any ghost, and it is said that the ghost loves to suck Let’s be more careful about the souls of beauties and children, and we’ll walk around wherever we go in the future.”

The rumor that there are fierce ghosts in the Biluo Garden spread quickly in the streets and alleys, and there were people wandering around outside the Biluo Garden one after another, probably wanting to see the ghost.

Shangguan Ning, who heard the rumor in Ningyu Pavilion, pursed her lips and smiled. Of course she knew what was going on, but if people wanted to spread the word, let's see how Jiang Yilan would live in Biluoyuan in the future.

Jiang Yilan was really scared this time, even though Chunxin was good at medicine and knew some spells to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, it took a full three days for Jiang Yilan to wake up.

"Chunxin, the ghost of Huayu has come back to look for me."

The first sentence Jiang Yilan said after waking up was a ghost.

Chunxin felt a deep sense of powerlessness, she didn't believe that Huayu's ghost would appear, nine out of ten it was Jiang Yilan who did something wrong, and was so frightened that she became insane.

"Where's Huayu's body? Where's it? Go find a Taoist priest to do it, so that the ghost of that lowly servant girl can never be reborn forever."

What Jiang Yilan can think of now is to make Huayu's ghost never appear in front of her from now on, completely ignoring the affection that Huayu has been with her for several years.

"They've all been buried, so it's useless to say anything now."

Chunxin looked at Jiang Yilan with hatred, she regretted taking over this mess, if she had known that she was going to help such a stupid woman, she would rather hide in the Tianxun Gate and meditate.

"Buried?"

At noon on the second day when Jiang Yilan lost his mind, Shangguan Ning arranged for a few strong men to carry Huayu's coffin out of Biluo Garden.

For a while, because the weather was too hot, Huayu's body was already a little swollen, and she knew that Huayu would definitely not want to stay in Biluoyuan, because it was too dirty there.

(End of this chapter)

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