Chapter 1 Night [Modified]
The night is like a huge black curtain, surrounded by layers of distant mountains and nearby houses. Under the sky of the whole universe, there is only a blank black.
Black.
It's dark.
There is no light and hot night. There is no bird call and no insect cry. Only the sound of the distant wind passing through the treetops, rattling, as if someone's heartbreaking roar, there was a kind of hysteria across this life.
The wind also passed the candlelighted window lattice, and the thick window paper was blown to "shrap" sound. It's like reminding people what disaster is about to come.
On the outskirts of Shun'an City, there stands a dark mansion. Red paint and red dots, and the color of the lamp is hazy.
This is the Jinxiu Bieyuan of Shun'an Baifu. Now, this place, which has been vacant for many years, suddenly lived in a large group of people. Busy, busy inside and outside. Some good people came to inquire. Only then did they know that the young lady who was originally in Shun'an Prefecture was pregnant for ten months, and now she is waiting for delivery here.
Shun'an Baifu is the residence of Bai Kuan, the magistrate, and the young lady Duan Qingming is the wife of his son Bai Yuanhao. According to the principle, she should be waiting for delivery in Baifu. How could she come to this desolate courtyard?
So, some good people speculated that this young lady was afraid of falling out of favor, so she fell into this step, right?
No matter how the good people guess, everything in the garden has begun to be carried out in class.
There is silence in the garden! Only a room in the back of Beiyuan is brightly lit. People come in and go out. Look at that situation, it's the young lady, and it's about to give birth.
I only heard the heavy wooden door squeaking. Someone opened the door and brought out a basin of blood.
The wooden door with complicated patterns suddenly opened and closed, covering the bloody smell of the room.
blood.
Countless blood, like a snake, winds out from behind the screen of landscape ink painting. The old green brick floor was soaked. With a strong smell of iron, it suddenly spread throughout the space.
With an obscure gesture, all the girls in the room filed out. When they covered the heavy wooden door again, there was only the master lying in **, the host who was waiting in front of him, and a big girl with a gloomy face.
A weak and eager voice came from behind the screen: "M Mother Tian, are you a young master or a young lady... Come on, come and show me."
Through the dim light, it can be seen that the woman lying in ** is about 20 years old. Her eyebrows are picturesque and delicate. What is slightly insufficient is that her skin color is slightly black, and she is not as white and transparent as ordinary people. However, all these shortcomings have been made up by a pair of moist eyes. Her eyes are like pearls scattered in the mountain spring. When I see your face, they are like colorful sunshine, emitting a soft and warm light.
This is Duan Qingming, the main wife of Bai Yuanhao, the son of Shun'an magistrate. Because of the sudden epidemic in the house, she was very close to childbirth, so she had to go to this remote garden to wait for delivery. At present, it has just arrived.
Hearing Duan Qingming's question, Mother Tian's face on one side showed a few traces of ridicing and a few gloomy look. Her words were also gloomy, with a cold aftertaste in this empty space. She answered faintly, "What the young lady said is a young master."
Mother Tian's voice is mechanized. Under the windy light, her wrinkled face was flashed by the dim light and slowly sounded. At first glance, it makes people feel fright.
Because of the poor production, Duan Qingming tossed around for two days and one night before giving birth to the child. Her whole body strength had been squeezed dry, and her torn lower body was still bleeding, spreading the whole bed. However, her moist eyes stared at the baby that Mother Tian had just wrapped. In his tone, there were unspeakable pleas and eagerness:
"M Mother Tian, bring the young master to me and show me--"
That's the child she gave birth to. This is the eldest son of Shun'an Baifu, and it will also be the support of Duan Qingming's life. Now, Duan Qingming is just a mother who crosses life and death and wants to hug her own flesh and blood.
Seeing Duan Qingming's eyes with a desperate look, Mother Tian tightened her heart and subconsciously hugged the baby in her hand. Her footsteps actually retreated continuously.
Although the little baby was just born, his eyes were wide open. At this time, he lay quietly in Mother Tian's arms and looked left and right, neither crying nor making noise. On the small face, there is an almost condensed look.
Duan Qingming looked at Mother Tian's increasingly strange look, and an unknown feeling rose in her heart. She didn't know where her strength came from, but she suddenly straightened up her weak body and was about to get up to the child in Mother Tian's arms.
Blood is still flowing, Duan Qingming's body is weak and dizzy. However, she still supported and said weakly, "Child...my child!"
That's my child. Why don't you give it to me?
The bright light reflected Mother Tian's folded face. Her thick lips squirmed slightly, and finally said dryly:
"Miss, I advise you to wait a little longer. In a while, the second lady will come..."
Did not ignore the suspected cruel smile in Mother Tian's eyes. Duan Qingming was obviously stunned. Why did she wait for Duan Yulan to come to the child she gave birth to?
The ominous doubts in my heart became thicker and thicker, and Duan Qingming's face became paler and his expression became flusterious: "M Mother Tian, you should show me the young master first..."
M Mother Tian just closed her lips, did not move, and did not answer.
In the air, there are thick cumulus clouds that make people breathless.
"Yo, the meat that fell from my body is really different..." A crisp voice came from outside the door. With the sound, a beautiful figure stepped on the lights all over the room and slowly walked in.
That woman, about 17 or 8 years old. The face is as charming as the moon, and the eyes are shining and seductive. She was wearing a goose-yellow smoke shirt embroidered with elegant orchids. The same color ancient butterfly cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt, covered with a layer of Bixialuo peony mist yarn. The cloud bun, wearing a hollow orchid pearl, shines brightly under the shadow of the light.
This woman is Duan Yulan, Duan Qingming's own sister, and also Duan Qingming's sister.
At this time, Duan Yulan entered the room. Her eyebrows were smiling and her eyebrows were high. A pair of charming eyes looked at the bleeding Duan Qingming with sarcasm. Her well-maintained face showed a cruel and sarcastic smile:
"My dear sister, I came to see you!"
Duan Qingming gritted her teeth and said, "What are you doing here?"
Duan Yulan's eyes are as charming as silk, and her expression is strange. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Ha ha, I naturally came to see if you were dead!"
Duan Qingming's heart, like the sinking ice formed by dark water, keeps sinking and sinking. She frowned and said rudely, "Don't worry, even if you die, I won't die."
Duan Yulan suddenly laughed. She smiled like a flower and almost burst into tears: "Haven't you heard of it? This time I gave birth to a child, but I have to step into the ghost door once. This ghost door is not easy to get out. Who knows if my sister still has good luck last time?
Duan Qingming's heart suddenly burst into a chill.
Duan Yulan's voice sounded slowly again, with cruelty and contempt: "Why don't you let my dear sister guess whether I will let him live?"
......
It was shocking and painful to see Duan Qingming of **. The eyes that glanced at the door seemed to be a little hopeful. Duan Yulan curled her lips and laughed proudly: "Sister, don't think of the guild to save you... And let me tell you secretly that he is outside this door. Do you want to see him?"
Duan Yulan's words were full of cruel coldness, but Duan Qingming, who seemed to catch the life-saving straw, did not notice it at all. In an all moment, there was only one thought in her heart, that is, her husband came?