Have You Written Your Will Today?

  Chapter 17 Another Hidden Story

"All Xue's family settled in Xiyuan. Not to mention Mrs. Xue's mercenary, Uncle Xue's three concubines followed. Last night, one of the concubines found a happy pulse. A hundred-year-old ginseng."

   As soon as the master and servant returned to the yard, Yi Cui whispered by Shen Hua's ear. Uncle Xue in her mouth is Xue Muliang's father.

   "Such a big family eats from Shen's mansion, uses Shen's mansion, and even intends to make things difficult for you, my lady."

  Shen Hua raised her eyes to look at the sky. Her tone revealed a sense of melancholy that she shouldn't have at her age.

   "If I remember correctly, at first, the Xue family intended to marry the second sister."

  Although Shen Zhuang is a concubine's daughter, she is Shen Wei's daughter no matter what, and the dowry must be generous.

  When Shen Xueshi mentioned this matter, Shen Wei refuted it.

   It is true that Shen Zhuang is too young, and Xue Muliang hangs around under the skirts of women all day long, Shen Wei doesn't care about Shen Zhuang, and he won't push her into the fire pit.

   "Yicui, you go there yourself and bring the second sister's wet nurse. I have something to ask."

   "Yes, I'm going to look for Mrs. Qiu right now."

Mrs. Qiu is also a poor person. She lost her husband in her early years, and she was unable to bear the stimulation and gave birth to a stillbirth early. She was so sad that she almost went blind from crying. Aunt Liu felt pity for her. She stayed, and because of this, she was the only loyal person around Aunt Liu.

  In the previous life, before Shen Wei's first seven days, Mrs. Qiu came to look for Shen Wei. But on the spot, Mrs. Xu, who was overwhelmed with excitement, drove him away. Thinking about it, Mrs. Qiu came here for the matter of Shen Zhuang.

  But she never met Shen Wei as she wished, and asked her to make the decision.

  After Aunt Liu died, Mrs. Qiu followed with her in a white silk.

  In the end, all the people with good intentions in Shen's residence didn't end well. What awaited them was the despair after all their thoughts were lost.

"yes."

  It was cold, and there was a charcoal fire in the house. As soon as I entered, a gust of hot air blew over the face with the faint fragrance of the incense burner.

  When smoked in the air, the dark fragrance floats, like the fragrance of plum blossoms in spring in snow.

  This kind of incense is also made of extremely rigorous materials. It contains a little bit of high-grade dipterocarp, which is as expensive as gold, and various spices are crushed into fine powder, and honey is mixed evenly.

  Shen Hua likes this smell, even the dress has to be smoked, it has been like this for many years, and it has never been changed.

  Shen Hua squinted her eyes comfortably.

  She is used to enjoyment. All kinds of objects in the house, from the small accessories of her daughter's house to the decorative vases in the corners, are all carefully selected.

  Even the bells on the soft collapse wherever you can see are made of emerald. The luster is delicate and moderate, and the small bell heart shaped like a bell is exquisite and ingenious, and it makes a crisp sound when it is shaken a little.

   And the jade that makes the bell was the one that Shen Zhi handed over to Sapo back then.

  At that time, the girl's warm, black eyes curved into a smile.

  —Brother, this jade is not good, but it is hard to find in the market. It is really unreasonable not to let Yangyang spoil it.

  —Use it to make bells. My curtains are made of gold thread, so naturally I can’t use cheap goods that cost a few pennies on the street.

  Shen Hua smiled lowly, but her expression became much lower.

  With no guardian around her, she can always taste the pain and sourness in adversity. She has also changed from a pretentious and annoying girl to a resentful girl.

   Soon, Yi Cui brought people in.

  Ms. Qiu followed behind Yicui, with her hands tightly held on her abdomen. She was limping and walked a few steps slower than ordinary people.

  Shen Wei had an impression of her, she had tried her best to serve Shen Xiang, but her stepmother specially sent her mother-in-law to take care of her, so she could only abdicate and take care of Aunt Liu's daily life.

  Since that day, Shen Xiang's body has not been so fresh and clean. Even dressing up has become perfunctory.

   "Miss Qiu, why are you nervous, I can still eat you."

   "No, in fact, the servants also want to come to find the lady, please see that the second lady is a sister, and make decisions for her." She knelt down with a plop, tears gleaming.

   "Yicui, help her up."

  Shen Wei half leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, her clear eyes poked out: "As far as I know, the Dong family's son died five years ago. Although the Dong family and the Shen family are merchants, they have no business relationship."

  The Dong family has a lot of secrets. Although they are rich, they have a very bad reputation.

  Before Dong Hui was born, he was pointed out by Taoist priests that his fortune would last forever. Sure enough, after Mrs. Dong became pregnant, the business of the Dong family became bigger and bigger, but since Dong Hui died, the luck of the Dong family plummeted.

  In just a few years, dozens of shops under his name closed down, and no less than three ships filled with porcelain that were transported to other places in the river channel sank. lost heavily.

  Not a shady marriage in the early days, not a yin marriage in the late, but now she has moved her mind, I'm afraid it's tricky.

   "Talk to me in detail."

  Qiu's womanly body trembled. But it seems to have caught the duckweed in the waves. She didn't dare to hide anything, so she told everything.

   "My lady is right, then Dong Hui has indeed been dead for five years."

   "Dong Hui had no wife and no children, but his aunt paid a lot. After his death, he was buried alive."

  Many literati and inkmen have reprimanded and left criticism.

  Although it is cruel to bury a living person, there are precedents in our dynasty.

  Dong used money to settle the natal family of those aunts, and the incident was over.

"Last year's Zhongyuan Festival. Mrs. Dong offered incense to pay homage. Afterwards, she often had nightmares. She was reminded by a Taoist priest. He said that she was haunted by ghosts. His son died at the age of eighteen. He had no wife and was alone. After death, there was no temple to enjoy sacrifices. Wandering, this is a dream."

   "Mrs. Dong believes in ghosts and gods the most. That's why she has plans for a yin marriage."

   "Therefore, after Dong's family hired a wizard, they secretly inquired about the girl who had passed away in the past three years, and asked her birthday. On the day of her death, she had to look at her bones through portraits."

  Shen Hua was thoughtful, smiling but not smiling.

   "She will pick a good day."

  Hungry Ghost Festival, also known as Ghost Festival, is the most superstitious people in the world. Every year at this time, it is said that the gates of ghosts are wide open and the yin is the heaviest.

  Madam Dong went to offer incense in front of Dong Hui's grave on this day.

   "Second lady, good luck, the one from Ningyun Courtyard agreed. Then I sent the woman who waited by my side to tell our aunt. After learning about it, my aunt had chest tightness and shortness of breath, and she vomited blood that night."

  Miss Qiu took a deep breath. Gritting his teeth, he said, "But if this is really just a yin marriage, then forget it."

   Is there another secret?

   Shen Wei frowned, and sat up slightly.

   "After the Dong family settled on our second wife, they successively settled on seventeen other households, and there was even a girl who had just passed away among them."

   Shen Hua laughed angrily.

  Could it be possible that her family's pendant still has to be picked and picked by the rags of the Dong family?

  Just as she was about to sarcasm, she saw Mrs. Qiu bursting into tears.

   Shen Hua paused.

  Dong Hui died when he was eighteen.

   Now we have to make up eighteen more girls.

   An unbelievable conjecture flashed by, and Shen Hua firmly grasped it.

   she asked in disbelief.

   "So, under the guise of yin relatives, the Dong family gathered eighteen women who died within three years, cut off their reincarnation blessings, and used witchcraft to change the fate of the Dong family?"

  (end of this chapter)