It is true that things in the world are unpredictable, and misfortune and fortune are determined by fate. The eldest son of Lord Marquis got married. The whole house was originally dressed in red and colorful and full of joy; but now it was all pure and plain, with loud cries. The wedding hall turned into a mourning hall, and "He Chenglin's" wedding day also turned into his death anniversary.
Princess Chang Qing, He Yuting and his wife cried so hard that they almost fainted. They seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight.
The bride, Ding Mengxuan, was even more distraught and sought death several times. Thanks to her personal maid Saitama, she found out in time and stopped her.
The miracle doctor "Sai Huatuo" finally failed to create the hundredth miracle since he started practicing medicine and was ruined. A lifetime of fame was ruined, and he had to lament how difficult the world was. After some melancholy and lamentation, he left the capital in dejection with his luggage on his back.
Amidst the mourning, only one person was secretly happy, and that person was He Chengqi, the second son of the Marquis's family.
He was not born to Princess Changqing, but his mother was Yu Shi Siyao, the daughter of the Prime Minister of Dingyuan County. Because of his mother's humble status, his identity and status in the Marquis' Mansion were also greatly affected. Influence, just because he is a commoner.
As the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, He Chenglin was born to Princess Chang Qing. He was a good boy, so he was ahead of him in terms of status.
Furthermore, since He Chenglin recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, he has been very generous and decent in dealing with others. Everyone in the Marquis's house praised him.
In contrast, He Chengqi felt humble and despicable. He felt that he could only be left in the cold corner and ignored, without any sense of existence.
Now that He Chenglin was dead, it was as if a big stone had been lifted from his heart, and he felt much more comfortable and relaxed. Thinking to myself: You deserve it. Looking at how domineering and powerful you are all day long, you should have had this day long ago. This is called retribution if man does not retaliate!
Seeing the heartbroken looks of He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing again, he felt even more relieved: Huh, look at how complacent you were before, now it's time to give you a heavy blow!
People say that brothers are as close as brothers; strangely enough, He Chenglin's death did not bring any sadness to He Chengqi, and he even felt a little gloating about his misfortune.
Although He Chengqi was secretly happy in his heart, there was a sad expression on his face. Seeing that his father was overly sad because of the loss of his son and was a little exhausted, he was busy taking care of his eldest brother's funeral and taking care of all the trivial matters in the house...
It was a dark and windy night. The pale moonlight poured down coldly from the clouds, feebly shaking everything in the Marquis's mansion that was desolate.
It was already the second watch, and the few guards left outside the mourning hall were dozing listlessly.
In the mourning hall, Ding Mengxuan, who had been a bride for just one day and became a widow in the blink of an eye, was dressed in plain clothes, with white flowers on her temples, and knelt down in front of He Chenglin's coffin with a dull expression. Her personal maid, Saitama, stood aside, looking languid and sleepy.
Ding Mengxuan looked haggard, and her eyes were red and swollen. She was about to cry without tears, and her heart felt like a tree. "There is no greater sadness than heartbreak", which can be used to describe her mood at this time.
She could have found a husband like other women, loved each other, and spent the rest of their lives hand in hand; but unexpectedly, God's will tricked people, and a sudden disaster changed everything she had; in an instant, she had done countless things in her boudoir. Those beautiful dreams and visions of those times were shattered into pieces.
Originally, she was in agony when her husband died; but to add salt to the wound, some people even pointed at her behind her back and made irresponsible remarks, saying that she was a bad star and killed her husband as soon as they walked in the door.
She no longer had the energy to defend herself. No matter what others said, she was already devastated.
For a moment, a beautiful bright spot suddenly flashed through her mind, which was a romantic and charming time in her girlhood:
At that time, she was taking a bath in the Yuxian Pond when she was suddenly attacked by an assassin. She and the girl Xiang Luo escaped in panic, and later met Ling Yun to save her. Although the scene was thrilling, there was a heart-pounding emotion mixed into it. I can’t describe what kind of throbbing feeling it is...
There was also that time when Ling Yun came to her embroidery building at night to look for her to do something; at that time, she was leaning against the railing with her eyebrows furrowed, and she was humming in concentration.
The flower branches and osmanthus shadows in front of the building are covered with flowers, which is full of poetry and painting; and her "tryst" with Ling Yun is also full of hazy and ambiguous meaning.
At that time, her heart was beating like a deer, especially after she bumped into Yu Qingcheng, she was even more panicked and at a loss...
Thinking of this, a red mist quietly climbed onto her pale and haggard face...
But soon her heart cooled down, and a chill that penetrated her heart spread from the depths of her heart to every pore in her body, instantly condensing all her beautiful dreams into ice.
She couldn't help scolding herself secretly: Ding Mengxuan, your husband has just died, so you should devote yourself to keeping your deceased husband's integrity wholeheartedly; but now you are thinking about other men in wild imaginations, you are so shameless!
Besides, this Ling Yun is not a good person. If he hadn't been seduced by his sweet words, how could your personal maid Xiang Luo die? …
But when Ding Mengxuan was thinking wildly, a fragrant and fragrant aroma suddenly came to her; she felt in a trance, and then she didn't know anything...
She didn't know how long it took, but when she woke up from the nightmare and panic again, she found that she was still lying next to He Chenglin's coffin.
She rubbed her somewhat groggy head vigorously, slowly straightened up, and looked around blankly.
The mourning hall was still quiet, showing a feeling of loneliness and desolation; the girl Saitama and several guards guarding the mourning fell on the ground, unconscious.
What just happened? She didn't know, she just felt her heart beating wildly.
She got up in panic, staggered out of the mourning hall, and shouted feebly: "Someone, come quickly!..."
Ying Chuanlin, the martial arts master on duty tonight, heard the news and hurried over with his guards.
After listening to Ding Mengxuan's incoherent crying, he couldn't help but frown, walked into the mourning hall and took a closer look. At first, he didn't find anything strange.
But when he approached He Chenglin's coffin, he couldn't help but be shocked. Because he found that the lid of the coffin was loose, and the coffin had obviously been tampered with.
Ying Chuanlin felt his head hit, and his face immediately turned livid. Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and he thought: What happened just now? …
He stabilized his mind, and then he boldly moved the lid of the coffin little by little. When he looked inside, he couldn't help but be shocked. The coffin was empty, and the body of the eldest son He Chenglin had long since disappeared! …
The body of the eldest son of the Houye Mansion has disappeared. This can be regarded as explosive news not only in the entire Houye Mansion, but even in the entire capital.
After hearing the news, the Marquis He Yuting and Princess Changqing felt as if a handful of salt had been sprinkled on the wound. They couldn't help but burst into tears with grief and anger.
Princess Changqing, in particular, recalled that 22 years ago, her innocent son was taken away by wet nurse Ge Shi because of her husband's evil affair. At that time, she was in agony. Now her son, who had been separated for many years, finally recognized his ancestor and returned to his family. , and she was also named on the gold medal list and had flowers in the bridal chamber. This would have made her so gratified and proud.
But I never expected that my son would be assassinated on the wedding night, and now even the body is missing. As a mother who cares about everything, what a fatal blow this will be!
She locked herself in her room for several days in a row, chewing the heart-wrenching feeling of losing her beloved son again, paying no attention to anyone and just being in a daze.
Different from Princess Changqing, He Yuting was also grief-stricken at first after his son's body disappeared inexplicably; but later he gradually calmed down and thought about the events over and over again, but he felt faintly. I noticed something unusual.
Thinking of his son suddenly recognizing his ancestors and returning to the Marquis' Mansion two years ago; looking back at the vivid scenes at that time, he didn't know why, but he always felt that some of them were too coincidental.
Just considering Princess Changqing's mood at that time, and also taking care of the feelings of most people, he didn't say anything.
What’s more, what confuses him is that, apart from the jasper and unicorn jade pendant that was his son’s personal keepsake when he was lost all these years, the crucial platinum amulet with Guanyin meditating on the front has never appeared until now. .
He once asked his son about this, and He Chenglin's answer was: He was too young at the time and couldn't remember much of the situation at that time. He probably took it away by the wet nurse Ge Shi!
This seemed to make some sense, so He Yuting stopped asking questions; sometimes even thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was too unfounded.
But now his son was suddenly assassinated on his wedding night, and even his body was missing afterwards, which once again brought back the confusion and confusion that had accumulated in his heart for many years.
He really couldn't understand: Who would steal his son's body for no reason? What is its purpose? What kind of big secret is hidden here?
He Yuting thought hard, but he couldn't figure it out.
So, he sent out various people to find out the whereabouts of his son's body, just like twenty-two years ago when he sent out all the people in the house to dig three feet into the ground to find traces of the missing young master.
The difference is that twenty-two years ago, he sent people to look for a living person; but twenty-two years later, he sent people to look for a body!
But to his disappointment, after several days, the whereabouts of his son's body has been unknown - just like the lost young master twenty-two years ago, once lost, there is no news. .
He Yuting was in pain, hesitant and helpless.
He raised his lifeless eyes and looked blankly at the gloomy scenery in the courtyard. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Alas! Who can tell me where my son's body went? God, I know I did something wrong before. Please don’t punish me anymore, don’t make things difficult for the people in this house, okay?..."
