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Chapter 120 Longtan Tiger Den
Song Huiyue cleaned herself up briefly, then reached out her hand secretly, and pinched four or five pink and white camellias. The camellias were big or small. She groped and inserted them into her head, and a corolla came out.

Then she waited quietly in the dark.

Such a beautiful glass greenhouse, those wives and ladies who came to congratulate late at night will come to visit no matter what.

There are several doors in the garden, and the servants are walking back and forth, getting out of this door for a while, sticking their heads out of that door for a while, very busy.

Soon an old woman ran over and loudly asked people to put tea in the garden. The tea had just been set, and the female relatives swarmed in, all dressed in jewels and jewels, so colorful that Song Huiyue's head was inferior to the camellia .

Song Huiyue walked out from the dark place calmly, and fell into the tail of the team very naturally, strolling around the courtyard as if she also came to see the colorful glass room.

After walking two steps, she looked back, and then walked out of the garden as if she had forgotten something.

When passing by the Hanging Flower Gate, a round fan embroidered with cranes fell on the stone bench. She stepped forward to pick it up, covered her mouth and nose, and walked gracefully to the backyard like a real lady.

The difference between her and everyone's ladies is probably the difference in smell. The round fan is fragrant, but she is not fragrant. On the contrary, she is sweating profusely from picking eggs. It is not bad if it does not stink.

The backyard is not big, but the situation is complicated. Zhang Xiangye’s eldest son and his daughter-in-law live in the same yard, his two granddaughters live in the same yard, Mrs. Zhang has another yard, and finally Zhang Xutang will occupy a yard.

These four courtyards seem to be independent, but the roads are criss-crossed and connected together like spider webs. If people walking inside are not guided, they will not know where they are going in after a while.

Song Huiyue passed Mrs. Zhang's courtyard first.

There are all female relatives inside, and the female relatives are all beaming like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. Everyone is talking and laughing, and countless mouths open and close, making outrageous noises.

Suddenly, someone told a joke, which caused everyone to laugh out loud. Song Huiyue hid her face amidst the laughter and continued to search in the silk cave.

She has been walking with her face covered, and the servants who come and go only think that she is a distinguished guest who comes to congratulate her, maybe she is going to visit Mrs. Zhang who just gave birth to Jingui's grandson.

Some people also speculated that she had gone the wrong way, but since she had important matters to attend to, it was inconvenient to stop and ask, so Song Huiyue went.

But Song Huiyue seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but her eyes were not idle, she kept looking around, and suddenly saw a group of servants surrounded by two people coming in from the front yard, she quickly avoided and hid behind the pillars.

The people who came in were Zhang Xiangye and the Zhang Family Uncle. Their faces were blurred among the servants. Song Huiyue took a quick glance and felt that Zhang Xiangye and Zhang Xutang were two faces carved out of the same mold.

It's just that Zhang Xutang is young and mischievous, with a trace of sickness, he is a sickly and beautiful man, while Zhang Xiangye is middle-aged, after thousands of sails, he has become more dignified and dignified, with excellent character.

Mrs. Zhang's face was also mixed with Mrs. Zhang's face, but Zhang Xutang didn't have it at all. He seemed to have been born by Mr. Zhang himself, and he even shared the same single eyelid.

Song Huiyue stared at the old version of Zhang Xutang, staring at Martian, but her footsteps began to retreat.

A character like Zhang Xiangye is really treacherous and cunning, she dare not mess around.

She was going to evacuate with a group of female relatives who were about to say goodbye.

This large group of people is also composed of several families, you and I are not familiar with each other, it is suitable for Song Huiyue to leave in troubled waters.

She sneaked into the team without changing her face, and the two young ladies who were whispering behind her turned their heads to look at her. They felt that she was unfamiliar and looked at her attire, and she was not very rich, so they turned their heads and stopped looking at her. she.

"It seems to belong to the Dou family... Dou Xiuzhi's sister..."

"That Dou Xiuzhi who eloped?"

"Ah."

Song Huiyue listened silently, and just as she was about to go out, she suddenly heard a soft cry from the flowers and trees not far away: "Mimi."

She stopped abruptly and looked at Hua Mu Cong.

The tall camellia tree did not shake in any way, and the calling sound just now disappeared.

Song Huiyue stopped in her tracks, seeing that the female relatives in front of her were already about to enter the garden, and entered the corner gate from the garden path, and if she didn't leave, she would be a bit embarrassed.

And the earlier one leaves, the less familiar with the Zhang family, and the later one stays, the closer is the relationship with the Zhang family. It would be much more dangerous for her to get mixed up in it.

In the end, she still took a step and walked towards Camellia.

She carefully separated the flower branches and leaned over to look, but there was nothing in the flowers, not even a cat hair.

There were hurried footsteps behind her, as if someone was coming, and she simply passed through the flowers.

The other side of the flowers was unbelievably deserted.

There was a lot of joy there, and even today the emperor rewarded Yu'er steamed stuffed buns, but here was not affected by the good news at all, not only was it quiet, even the servants didn't see a single one.

There is a small road in front of me. Except for the camellias used for the boundary, there are no flowers and plants on both sides of the road. It is so empty and extends to the gate of the courtyard.

The courtyard door was ajar, and the inside was as desolate as the outside, as if this was the cold palace of the Zhang family, and a heinous person lived in it.

Song Huiyue wanted to find a shadow to hide in but couldn't find it.

Too quiet.

The hustle and bustle seemed to come from the sky, the wind was rumbling, and it blew close to the ears, passing by the snow flakes or sand, and roaring into the quiet courtyard.

The half-open door became a half-open mouth, hiding a stomach full of ghosts and monsters.

Sensing the danger, Song Huiyue took two steps back, clinging to the base of the wall, her heart sank, but she didn't continue to retreat.

She called out in a low voice: "Qinghui."

She suspected that she had heard Qinghui's voice just now, but it disappeared after the sound, not even leaving a footprint.

The word Qinghui went with the wind, but no one responded.

Afterwards, the place became quiet again, so eerily quiet that Song Huiyue could hear her own heartbeat, the roar of blood flowing past her ears, and even hear bones when she raised her legs and walked forward. ringing.

These sounds made her tremble with fear, because she knew that with every step she took, the danger would increase.

Without approaching the gate of the courtyard, she called again in a low voice: "Qinghui."

This time there was a response from the yard, it was Song Qinghui's doubtful voice: "Sister?"

Qinghui!

Song Huiyue ran forward like the wind under her feet, and got in through the open door. She really saw Qinghui!
Qinghui was wearing a thick long quilted robe, with a dirty face and a pointed chin, holding a snow-white and thin kitten in his arms, sitting on the threshold and looking out.

His body was not clean, full of dust, his hair drooped in a mess, until it reached his chest, two thin bamboo stick-like bones protruded from his neck, and he was frighteningly thin.

(End of this chapter)