Gongqing bone

Chapter 12 Checkmate
Du Ruolan also heard that cry, and at that time she had already circled around Du Zhilan's yard and fled in a panic.

She just came here to put on a show to see this eldest sister.

But there was a shortage of manpower for the banquet held at the mansion today, and there were not as many maids and wives on Du Zhilan's side as in the past.

When she came, Du Zhilan was falling asleep drowsily, and beside her was a little girl who was so tired that she was lying on the couch.

At that time, the girl was holding a wet towel in her hand, and was about to wipe Du Zhilan's face, but Du Zhilan's face was leaning on the other side of the towel, but the little girl fell into a drowsy sleep.

As long as Du Zhilan is alive one day, maybe one day she will suddenly remember what happened on that day...

As soon as Du Ruolan had this thought in her heart, the idea of ​​killing Du Zhilan grew wildly like weeds...

It just so happens that no one, and no one knows that she has been here...

Du Ruolan somehow stepped forward, and gently lifted the little maid's hand holding the towel, moved it two inches, and attached it to Du Zhilan's nose and mouth...

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When Mrs. Du heard the shout, she was so frightened that her three souls went out of her mind, and she hurriedly led people back stumbling, even accidentally tripping over many times on the way.

When she was half-assisted to the bed full of people, she suddenly felt the blood in her body coagulate, and her heart, which had been getting better because of her daughter's waking up, suddenly fell into the ice cellar.

She felt that her heart would never beat alive again in this life.

"My son, what's wrong with you! Isn't it all right?"

Mrs. Du gently hugged Du Zhilan, her whole body was trembling, even with Du Zhilan, it was more like a trembling and falling leaf in the wind, and she didn't know when it would return to dust.

Even the onlookers know that it is only a matter of time.

Du Zhilan weakly raised her hand, put it on Mrs. Du's shoulder, and forced a smile: "Mother, don't cry, the baby is here..."

She slowly put her head on Mrs. Du's shoulder, and also saw her ghostly appearance in the rhombic mirror,
"Ah—" let out a short and piercing scream, but immediately the bandaged head was so painful that it was about to split, and she fell heavily into the soft quilt on the bed, and fell into a coma again.

When she opened her eyes again, Du Zhilan felt that all the strength in her body had been spent, but in fact, she had just passed out with a cup of tea.

At this time, it was not like before, she was the only one around.

Through layers of veils, Du Zhilan vaguely heard the voices of her mother talking to the man:
"Ma'am, Missy's eyelids are bleeding and her lips are cyanotic. This is clearly a sign of suffocation, and it hurts the brain the most; Missy has hurt her head before, and the combination of both sides, I am afraid that Missy is..."

"You are talking nonsense! What kind of quack doctor are you! The master has already handed over a sign to the palace to invite the imperial doctor to come and see you. Don't let me see you again in the past! Get out!"

The rustling sound sounded again, and Du Zhilan only felt a splitting headache. When the headache finally stopped, she heard a faint woman crying again:
"Ma'am, the servant is really wronged. It is true that the servant accidentally fell asleep due to exhaustion, but I dare not put the wet handkerchief on the mouth and nose of the young lady! And the servant just wanted to wipe the left side of the young lady. A little smudge on the face won't touch the lips and nose... Da Furen, this slave is really wronged..."

Afterwards, Du Zhilan couldn't hear anything anymore, the unstoppable beeps echoed in her ears, and the whole world was turned upside down...

Her eyelids seem to weigh over a thousand catties, and they always want to hang down; there seems to be a revolving lantern in front of her eyes, and many things that she has buried in her memory that she has never thought of are emerging one by one...

Then when she wanted to fall into a deep sleep, someone shook her shoulders, and when she opened her eyes, it was her mother's lips opening and closing, but she couldn't hear anything clearly.

Knowing that her time had come, she stammered out a few words: "That day...it was Du Ruolan, He, He, Sheng Yu..."

These few words seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and then she tried to open her eyes, trying to remember her mother's appearance at the last moment of her life, and felt that she had regained two points of strength: "Mother, I am now, like just now. It looks much better..."

Before Madam Du could reply, Du Zhilan took her last breath in her mother's arms.

"No! Zhilan! Wake up! What will you do if you go to mother, you are only this age, mother should die..."

Madam Du hugged Du Zhilan who had just swallowed her last breath, and cried like a lady without the image of a lady. The hairpins were all loose, as if she was about to shed tears for a lifetime.

Big drops of her tears fell on Du Zhilan's body, and she didn't know how much she shed, until Du Zhilan's body was also soaked into a slight cold.

She didn't let people in, and she refused everyone to prepare for Du Zhilan's funeral.

It wasn't until late at night, after Du Shengping went in to persuade him, that he ordered his servants to prepare their things. This look of grief was greater than heartbreak, as if he had aged ten years.

If it is possible, how much she wants to follow Zhilan, but before Huang Quan sees her daughter, she still has a mother's task to complete:

She wanted to make Du Ruolan and Sheng Yu's life worse than death.

For several days in succession, Mrs. Du prepared Du Zhilan's funeral in a taciturn way, like a walking dead with all manner of etiquette.

Those who approached her were both sad for her and secretly fearful.

Du Shengping felt that it wasn't that he didn't feel sorry for the death of his eldest daughter, but why did he choose this day?It's like they hit each other.

He has no legitimate sons, no concubine sons, and only four daughters left. For him, he will have many children, and his official fortune is prosperous, so it is really not the right time to die.

And since people are dead, the living will always continue, how about the marriage with the Sheng family?The Xue family owes him a favor...and she must go out to socialize as an imperial wife!
Before he could figure out how to speak to his wife, Mrs. Du had already adjusted her emotions, even calmer and more rational.

She said that she agreed to continue her marriage with the Sheng family, and she was willing to take the second daughter Du Ruolan under her knees and marry Sheng Yu as a legitimate daughter, with the same dowry specifications as Du Zhilan.

"Can't we just use Zhilan's share?"

Madam Du suddenly turned her head and looked directly at her husband, as if she didn't know the person who had been sleeping with her for more than ten years at all: "Husband, don't forget, Zhilan also has a sister."

Moreover, Du Ruolan is a murderer, is she worthy?
Anyway, it's Huagong's money, as long as she doesn't get involved in the dowry prepared for Zhilan, Du Ruolan is willing to take as much as she wants from her family.

Anyway, she is doomed to die.

Du Shengping was also at a loss for words. These words were inappropriate for a mother who had just lost her beloved daughter, and he was also annoyed that he had forgotten the existence of his third daughter.

The third daughter, Du Weilan and Zhilan, are siblings of the same mother, and their relationship is very close.

But she is more prickly than her own sister, and she is not very respectful to her father.

On the eve of Du Zhilan's accident, their father and daughter had just had a big quarrel, and the third daughter packed up her luggage and went to her grandfather's house in Zhejiang, threatening to never come back.

Mrs. Du was in a dilemma, so she let her youngest daughter go and came back after only a few months.

And these days, she was so busy taking care of her eldest daughter that she didn't even write to her younger daughter about her sister.

Unexpectedly, this trip turned out to be a farewell forever.

(End of this chapter)