In April, several hundred year old camphor trees planted in Pei Fu Garden opened small white and yellow flower cores, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of elegant flowers.
Since today is the birthday of the Medicine King Bodhisattva, early in the morning, Pei's house, from the old lady, the wife to the grandmother, the ladies, were escorted by the guards in the house at the third quarter of the morning, took the carriage in the house, and went to the Medicine King Temple 20 miles outside the city to offer incense to Buddha. There are only a few maids and women left in the huge Pei Mansion to guard the courtyard.
Young lady, Feng Qingwan also stayed in the mansion because he was two years old and kept close to him. The doctor said that she could not do anything in her life because her brother Hang was injured. Feng Qingwan looked after him as if he were a bead of his eye.
Because the water on Brother Hang's body itched and cried all night long, Feng Qingwan hurried to see the old lady off early in the morning. The ladies and young ladies went out. After telling the eldest servant girl, He Xiang, and the wet nurse, he fell on the couch and planned to sleep back.
Unexpectedly, when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard the whispering sound of stealing. It seemed that someone was talking about something in a low voice. Thinking about the brother who was sleeping in the left wing room, Feng Qingwan immediately became angry and said angrily, "Who is making noise outside?"
The room became quiet for a moment. Feng Qingwan didn't think much about it. Thinking that she might be some ignorant servant girl, she didn't care about it. She turned over to continue to sleep. Unexpectedly, she turned over, and a strong fragrance of powder rushed into her nose. She was familiar with the fragrance of powder, and opened her eyes.
"Big sister."
Suddenly, there was an enchanting face, a white melon seed face, a slender willow leaf eyebrow, a pair of slightly selected Danfeng eyes, Qiong nose and red lips. She opened her eyes and looked over with a smile.
"Why are you here?"
Feng Qingwan frowned, turned over and sat up, just about to scold the servant girls. Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I found that there were not only her sister, Feng Qingliu, but also her old friend, now widowed Lu Xinting in the room.
"Xinting, when did you come?" Feng Qingwan looked at Lu Xinting who was also smiling and said to himself, what's wrong with Xinting? It's not that she didn't know that she was incompatible with this concubine, but she came with her. Seeing that his servant girl was not in the room, he shouted, "Lotus fragrance."
Without hearing the answer from Hexiang, the sun came in through the black painted glass pane with a warm feeling. It cast mottled light and shadow on the ground. There was only the sound of wind, and nothing else.
"Don't shout, elder sister. They have been sent out by their elder sister's husband." Fengqing Liu laughed.
Pei Xiuyuan?
Feng Qingwan looked at Feng Qingliu in amazement. Didn't Pei Xiuyuan escort the women in the mansion to the Yaowang Temple? When did he come back? Also, didn't I say that Pei Xiuyuan was not allowed to meet Feng Qingliu again? How...... Feng Qingwan's heart slowly started to panic, and she suddenly looked at Lu Xinting.
"Qingwan, why do you think you are so stubborn?" Lu Xinting took a corner of the handkerchief with a Chinese flowering crabapple to cover her mouth and giggled: "I have told you many times that it is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines. Since Xiuyuan and Qingliu are happy, you can become all of them. Qingliu is not an outsider, but your own sister."
"Xin Ting?"
Feng Qingwan stared at Lu Xinting, who was usually modest and elegant. When did she say that? She didn't mean that she insulted herself by following such a bitch as Qingliu! Not to say that any woman in the world can, but can't it be her?
In a strange silence, the voice of Brother Hang suddenly sounded.
"Mother, I'm itching. Mother, where are you?"
"Brother Hang!"
Feng Qingwan hurriedly got up and casually stepped on his shoes to see Brother Hang.
Unexpectedly, Fengqingliu stepped up to her and blocked her. She smiled and said, "Big sister, we haven't finished talking. Where are you going?"
Feng Qingwan frowned. Hearing the voice of Brother Hang, he could not help but feel anxious. He pushed Fengqing Liu and shouted, "Go away."
Feng Qingliu chuckles and grabs Feng Qingwan. "How can you get out of here, sister? You are so capable. It's better to teach your sister."
"Mother, mother, I want mother."
Brother Hang's cry was like a knife to Feng Qingwan's heart, but the servant girl and woman who would come in if there was any abnormality would not have a shadow. The only thing left in the room was the growing cry of Brother Hang, which spread far across the house.
Feng Qingwan and Feng Qingliu fought with each other, while An Wei cried more and more bitterly, "Hang Ge is good enough not to cry, my mother will come over."
"Mother, mother..."
Seeing that Fengqingwan was about to break free, Fengqingliu hurriedly turned to Lu Xinting, who was sitting there, and said, "Don't you come to help me?"
Lu Xinting then released her handkerchief and stood up, but slowly untied her belt with silver and white background, pink, blue, embroidered gold flower patterns, and walked towards Fengqingwan. As she walked, she whispered, "Wanniang, don't blame me. If you blame me, blame yourself."
At the next moment, the belt in his hand was suddenly put on Feng Qingwan's neck, and his hands were handed over, and he was severely strangled.
"You......" Feng Qingwan grabbed the belt around his neck with his hands firmly, stared at Lu Xinting with a pair of almond stone eyes angrily, and looked at her with a smile, struggling to ask: "Why...... Why......"
Feng Qingliu held Feng Qingwan tightly like an octopus to prevent her from struggling. After listening to Feng Qingwan's words, she looked up at her and smiled: "My good sister, Xinting is pregnant with her brother-in-law's seed. If you don't die, she will sink into the pond."
Feng Qingliu's words fell, and he saw the complicated emotions in Feng Qingwan's eyes as he wished. There were doubts, anger, reluctance and regret.
Lu Xinting's belt became tighter and tighter, and she saw that Feng Qingwan's face was nearly blue and purple, and her oval shaped face was not like a human. It happened that a pair of eyes were still staring at her, and there was a strong hatred in those eyes.
"Mother, mother..."
At the door of the room, Brother Hang suddenly cries. Lu Xinting can't help but die. Feng Qingwan, who is unwilling to die, uses his last effort to make it. He rushes to Brother Hang, "Run... Run... Run!"
"What's the matter? How did you make Brother Hang cry?"
A clear and mellow male voice sounded in his ear. At the next moment, he walked straight in a bright blue silk with calamus patterns. The handsome and elegant Pei Xiuyuan came in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Feng Qingwan falling to the ground, struggling to climb forward, and raised his head. His eyes were dark like jewels. At this moment, he stared at him with hatred.
