captive skylark

Chapter 122 Mrs. Xie died of illness

The corpse in the moat was quickly salvaged ashore, it wasn't Yunxi, it was some poor girl who found her way to death.

There will be people from the government office to take over.

Xie Heng flicked his sleeves, turned around and got into the carriage.

Frowning and rubbing his forehead, his complexion was also cold, and his ruthlessness was scattered all over his body, without any concealment.

After searching for ten days, I can't find any signs of it.A good person seems to have disappeared in Shangjing City out of thin air.

His patience was also gradually exhausted, and his face became more and more gloomy day by day.

Sometimes she would go back to Tonghua Lane, thinking that she would come back by herself just like last time, but all she saw were the frightened faces of Shuanghua and Yingshi.

They were all terrified of him.

Especially Yingshi would often hold Shuanghua's hand and cry sobbingly, "What should I do? I lost the girl, and you will never forgive me."

Shuanghua was also worried, and tried to comfort her, "No, no, the young master will definitely find the girl back, and we will be fine."

After all, it's just comfort.

A month later, Yunxi was still nowhere to be found.

On this cold day in the twelfth lunar month, the toothmaid woman led people to kick open the door of Tonghua Lane, intending to sell them to brothels.

Yingshi pawed at the crack of the door with her hands, her feet pressed against the threshold, refusing to go, with tears streaming down her eyes, she shouted to see Xie Heng.

It was Xi Chi who came to see her, and he kindly persuaded her for the sake of getting to know her well, "Young master has only sold you now, so hurry up! If you stay here, you may not know when your son will be born." If you get angry, you will be killed at that time, and you don't know."

Yingshi pulled his sleeves and begged earnestly, "I don't want to go to such a place. I beg you, please save me! I will spend the rest of my life as a cow and a horse to repay you..."

Pulling out the sleeves mercilessly, Xi Chi shook his head, waved his hands at the matchmaker, and immediately someone came up and pulled her down.

Shuanghua was not noisy, she seemed to have known that there would be such a day, Wen Wenshun followed behind, and only turned around to ask Xichi when she finally went out, "Will the girl come back?"

"Who knows!" Qi Chi laughed at himself, and continued, "If she doesn't come back, we will all die sooner or later."

On the eve of the New Year's Eve, news came from Yang Xia that Mrs. Xie did not make it through after all, and died of illness.

Xie Heng asked for leave and returned home.

In the mourning hall, Jiang Yuan was dressed in filial piety and knelt in front of the queue to burn paper money. Xie Shuang was also beside him, crying so much that he almost fainted.

Seeing him coming, she got up from the mat and slammed into his arms.

"Big Brother, Big Brother..." She wept bitterly, unable to speak, "We don't have any more grandma..."

Xie Heng comforted softly, then went forward to kowtow and offer incense, wearing sackcloth and filial piety to guard the mourning hall, fulfilling the duty that a grandchild should do.

It's just that once the first seven days are over, he will go back to Beijing.

Xie Shuang had just lost his grandmother, so he was extremely clingy to him, reluctant to let him go, "Isn't the elder brother at home for the New Year? Grandma has already left, and if the elder brother leaves, the house will be even more deserted."

"My sister is good." Xie Heng stroked her head gently, "Brother still has things to do in Shangjing, so I'll come back to see you when I'm free."

Jiang Yuan also stepped forward to talk to him, "Before my grandmother left, she kept talking about my brother."

She had a white flower in her hair, and her expression was a little sad, "It would be great if my brother didn't leave when he came back last time, and I can see my grandmother for the last time."

In a word, the eyes of the opposite Langjun immediately turned cold.

(End of this chapter)