The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 772 Meiniang's Choice
Who said that brothel women are the most ruthless, but en-guests become passers-by in the blink of an eye.Lin Qiaoyun couldn't understand what kind of mood Mei Niang had in marrying her lover's father back then, and why, a strong woman who was rolling in the world of mortals chose the idea of ​​ending her life.

"Do you know where she is buried?" In the end, Lin Qiaoyun recovered her voice, but found that she didn't want to ask or say anything, the only remaining wish was to see her.

Qian He sighed and reported the location, "Brother Chunsheng passed by the street that day and saw her being carried out of the mansion at night, and buried in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city."

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Lin Qiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly felt cold. The death of a person is extremely serious. After all, it is the concubine who married into the door, but she will be buried in a mass grave after death.

She clenched her fists tightly, took deep breaths over and over again, endured and endured, and finally suppressed the anger in her heart, and her heart ached beyond measure.

Before leaving, Qian He personally sent them out of the door. In front of the deserted and simple mansion, she hesitated for a while, still holding Lin Qiaoyun's hand, and couldn't help the tears in her eyes, but there was a smile in the tears, "Sister-in-law, You don't have to worry about me, although I am suffering, I am willing. I believe that Chunsheng will survive, and we will all survive."

Ranked first at home and seventh when going out.

Coming to the city of flowers and flowers in the capital, she has experienced the disparity between power and wealth. It's not like she hasn't experienced sad times, but as long as the other party is not Liu Cheng, she is willing to share weal and woe with her, and she feels satisfied even after drinking porridge.

At least at this moment, Lin Qiaoyun can still see happiness from her eyes.

So, she didn't say any more, but left some silver taels for her, falsely claiming that it was entrusted by the old lady of the Qian family.

She can help Qian He win the desired husband, but she can't guarantee the wealth and glory of her life, and she has to taste the ups and downs by herself.

After leaving Liu’s house, it was almost dusk. Lin Qiaoyun bought a bunch of lilies in the city, walked on foot, followed the afterglow of the sunset in the capital, red walls and black tiles, towering city walls, and slowly walked to the suburbs, the long-desolate mass burials post.

Because of the old graves piled up with new graves, the soil layer has been refurbished, so it is difficult for the grass to grow new green. It is the season of autumn, and occasionally one or two grasslands turn yellow, and the wind blows the haystacks, rolling up the sky. yellow sand.

Lin Qiaoyun shuttled through the jumble of wooden tombstones. The graves under her feet were staggered in height and height, and some of them even exposed bones, exuding an unpleasant smell.

"Qiaoyun, here." Not far away, Qin Han who searched separately found Mei Niang's grave and greeted her.

Lin Qiaoyun dragged her skirt and walked over, and saw a rough sign on the outskirts of the mass grave. It was written to the Tomb of Meiniang in Hehuanlou.

Qin Han watched Lin Qiaoyun not move for a long time, then stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Let's move her a place." At least she doesn't have to be trampled after death.

But in Lin Qiaoyun's view, "There is nothing more embarrassing than life without life and death with no name. Forget it, it's just a shelter. This is her choice."

Since she would rather kill herself than write a letter and go back to the town for help, it was clear that Lin Qiaoyun had hinted at that time to wait for her to come back, but she did not respond.

From all of this, it is not difficult to see that she is an infatuated woman who is protecting the man she loves.

(End of this chapter)