The Biography of Concubine Xi of Yongzheng

Chapter 223 Not Dead
As soon as Wei Chang'an returned to the mansion, someone informed him that he had caught a person, a woman, in the grove in the northwest corner of the mansion.

Yinzhen glanced at him, nodded silently, and a touch of solemnity flashed in his cold eyes.

Wei Changan didn't know what he was worried about, so he backed away and rushed over.

He heard that ear-piercing and strange scream from afar, and his heart trembled uneasily after hearing it.

This voice sounded familiar.

When he stepped into the firewood room, he was so courageous, he couldn't help being shocked by the scene in front of him!
That woman is Jinqiu!Jin Qiu really didn't die, but her face was ruined!

Her forehead was covered by broken hair, making it hard to see clearly, but her cheeks and around her mouth were covered with dark red rashes!The face that was originally smooth and delicate was now dotted with dots, and the deep part had even begun to fester, and light yellow juice would emerge from time to time, sticking to her bumpy face, making her hair stand on end.The festering place is like rotting dead meat in the wilderness, emitting a faint stench.

Wei Changan glanced at it twice, couldn't help feeling a little nauseous, quickly turned his eyes away slightly and asked, "Jinqiu, what are you... doing when you come back? Who was the person who was hanged in the woods before?"

But Jin Qiu seemed to have never heard of it, gritted her teeth and looked at the void in front of her. Where her eyes stopped was a bundle of dead wood: "It's her, it's her who made me look like this! I want to see her ! I want to see her!"

Seeing that she seemed to be losing her mind, Wei Changan looked at the two guards who grabbed her: "What's going on?"

One of the fair-skinned guards among me shook his head: "We don't know, she looks like this after catching her, she has been madly trying to steal that jade bracelet, and has been clamoring to see her (him), but we also I don’t know who she (he) is in her mouth.”

"Have you reported to Fujin?"

The skin-white guard shook his head again: "It wasn't long before we caught her. She tossed too much and ran around in the woods. We chased her for a long time before we caught her. Although we haven't reported to Fujin yet, , but there is such a big commotion, I'm afraid she also knows about it."

Wei Changan nodded, turned around and was about to leave. Before going out, he ordered: "If Fujin sends people, don't let them see Jinqiu. I'm afraid Jinqiu's appearance will scare people, and then there will be all kinds of troubles." Rumors and rumors are making people panic. Keep an eye on him, and then send someone to invite Dr. Liu to come and have a look."

He quickly glanced at Jin Qiu's face again, frowning deeply: I don't know what disease she has, if it spreads to others, it will be bad.

When he found Yinzhen, Yinzhen and Shisan were sitting in front of the autumn chrysanthemum in the garden and talking, while Yanhua was practicing painting next to a chrysanthemum.

Someone inserted a golden chrysanthemum into her bun, the petals were blooming in clusters, the rutabagas were like fragrant silk, trembling slightly with her movements, a green leaf was left on the branch, resting on it The bottom of the flower is even more beautiful.

Wei Changan hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward with heavy steps.

Yinzhen noticed it and looked back: "Brother Thirteen, wait for me for a while, I have something to deal with."

Thirteen nodded and got up to watch Yanhua's painting.

"Caught her?"

Wei Changan glanced at Yinzhen, then lowered his eyes and nodded: "I caught it, but..." He hesitated for a while, not knowing where to start.

"Speak." A faint melancholy fell from Yinzhen's thick eyebrows, landed in his eyes, and slipped to the corner of his mouth.

Wei Changan hesitated for a moment, and then spoke uncertainly: "Her mind seems a little unclear, and she... has acne all over her face, as if she had some bad disease. The servant is afraid that she will suffer from some kind of disease. It is a disease that infects people, and people have been sent to spread the word to doctors."

Yinzhen was silent for a while, looked back at Yanhua, and raised his chin to Wei Changan: "Go, don't tell Wenyao first, after the doctor shows her, you can find a way to ask her what she has done. Things. I'm afraid that there was no peace in the mansion before, and she also had a share of the credit."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was awe-inspiring, a little penetrating.

Wei Changan's heart tightened, and he retreated in response.

Yinzhen turned around and walked back to Shisan, raised his hand and pulled him aside, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Thirteen, I have a hunch that something big is going to happen. I'm afraid the matter of the charlatan is not that simple. Find someone to watch. Right now, the eighth brother is acting as an agent for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so it is convenient for him to understand the situation in the palace."

Thirteen gave him a strange look: "Fourth brother, leave the affairs outside the palace to me. I have already sent people to pay attention to the movements of the eighth brother and the ninth brother, but they haven't moved for a long time, and I don't know what they plan to do. I Seeing that Brother Jiu is not such a calm person, he won't be able to hold back for long."

Seeing Yinzhen nodding his head, Shisanfu said again: "It's just, fourth brother, haven't we already discussed this? What did Wei Chang'an tell you just now? But something happened in the house?"

Yinzhen was stunned for a while, his brows trembled twice, his eyes were clouded for a moment, but he immediately recovered his clarity: "Perhaps it's because he hasn't had a good rest in the past two days, and it's nothing serious, but it's just that he found out that there was someone who was kicked out earlier. The girl faked her death once, and I don't know what happened to her."

Thirteen frowned, looked blankly at the blooming chrysanthemums not far away, and asked doubtfully, "Is that the one who hanged himself in the woods in the northwest corner?"

Yinzhen nodded, with a little irritability in his eyes.

The autumn of Kangxi's 47th year was really an eventful one. There were events in the palace and in the mansion.

With Shisan's guidance, Yanhua drew the charm of a chrysanthemum in two or three strokes as if she were writing.

Although she used to paint very lifelike, it took too long.Thirteen had just formally taught her where to start writing. She was smart, and she became clear once she was pointed out.Everything is difficult at the beginning. In the past, she always hesitated and hesitated before deciding where to start, so that it always took a long time to make a picture—it was the same for everything, except for the back view.

That back figure has been drawn too many times, only her elder brother accidentally saw it once, but he only regarded her as a child, and the first love will soon be annihilated with the passing of time.No one knew that that view from the back would leave such a deep imprint on her heart, even she herself didn't know.

If she hadn't met Yinzhen, if she hadn't happened to fall in love with Yinzhen again, I'm afraid she would have spent her whole life in unrequited love.

Thinking of this, she absent-mindedly drew an ethereal figure beside the chrysanthemum, firm and resolute, but somewhat unreal.

When she came back to her senses, she glanced at the back figure that fell on the paper, her heart trembled, as if she had done something wrong, she hurriedly looked around, trying to hide the paper.

Looking at it, she saw Yinzhen and Shisan whispering, so she was driven by curiosity and listened.

She heard a few fragmentary words, but couldn't help but be speechless: "Is Jin Qiu really not dead?"

Yinzhen and Shisan looked over together, seeing a little shock in her eyes, Shisan glanced at Yinzhen again, after all, this was a matter of Yinzhen's house, he didn't know whether he should nod or shake his head?
Yinzhen hesitated for a while, seeing the earnest look in her eyes, he nodded lightly: "Not dead."

Yanhua staggered in shock: "No wonder, no wonder Lingxi said that she had seen her soul before. I'm afraid that the one who is Lingxi is Jinqiu himself? Why did she sneak back to scare people after she left? How much sorrow does she have? ah……"

Yinzhen took two steps forward and held Yanhua's hand. In the hot weather, his hand was slightly cold.

Yanhua moved her fingers, looked at Shisan with embarrassment, and then covered herself in front of Yinzhen, so as to avoid Shisan's sight, lest he would laugh at the two of them for being too boring .

Yinzhen lowered his head and comforted her in her ear: "Since you know it's man-made, then you don't have to be afraid. You don't need to worry about this matter, I'll let Wei Changan investigate it."

Thirteen turned a blind eye to the intimacy between the two of them, and looked down at Yanhua's painting while they were apart.Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise: "You can teach me, my little sister-in-law is really good at drawing. With a little guidance, I can draw quickly and well!"

When Yinzhen heard the words, he missed his body and looked over.

That elegant back fell on the paper, like a hundred flowers in spring and fallen leaves in autumn, smooth and natural, completely natural, like a rising smoke, illusory, illusory and somewhat unreal.

The golden chrysanthemum behind the figure was blooming vigorously with a smiling face, its mundane aura set off the figure like a dream, its fairy appearance was indistinguishable from dust.

Yinzhen looked back at Yanhua with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes were dark, and there seemed to be an inexplicable emotion flickering: "Who are you painting?"

Yanhua was startled, and instinctively curled up the corners of her mouth and pulled out a bright smile: "When I was young, I learned to paint, and practiced it with the backs of my brothers, how is it? Is it okay to paint?"

She spoke half-truths and half-false words, but there was no trace of panic in her eyes.

Yinzhen was doubtful, but he didn't ask any more questions, he only suppressed the dark fire in his eyes, and let out a fluttering "hum".

Thirteen raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Little sister-in-law's painting skills are really good, who taught her?"

Guiltyly, Yanhua turned away her eyes from looking at Yinzhen, just like Hong Xing who was caught out of the wall, without any confidence in her heart.While Shisan was talking to her, she quickly turned her attention to Shisan: "Is it really a good painting? I didn't ask Master to teach me, I just learned it by myself!"

Seeing her smiling like a flower, Thirteen's eyes hurt, and she quickly lowered her eyes to look at the painting.

So before she knew it, she had grown into such a beauty, but she was Yinzhen's beauty.It was only when she took a close look that she realized that her childishness had long since faded away, and her eyes and brows were filled with warm grace and softness.

A slight smile fascinates the mortal world, and he, after all, is just her destiny.

(End of this chapter)