It was just getting dark.
The Buddhist hall in the inner courtyard of the Song family, the prefect.
A maid looked at the door warily.
The window of the Buddhist hall was half open, and a female ghost was floating beside the window, looking at the scene in the Buddhist hall with red eyes.
Due to excessive anger, two lines of bright red blood overflowed from her red bloodshot eyeballs, streaking across the blue and black sunken lower eyelids, and flowing through the pale cheeks. The contrast between red, white and green was horrifying.
However, no one could see her, and no one could feel her anger.
But I saw the ancestors of the Song family enshrined on the altar table in the Buddhist hall.
Under the altar table, a man and a woman were lingering.
The candlelight flickered, flickering on and off, and the woman's figure was round and plump, with concave and convex shapes.
Men are trapped in its enchanting tenderness and cannot extricate themselves.
The blushing sounds kept coming, and the maid guarding the door covered her ears. After a moment, she couldn't help but put her hands down, and listened carefully with a blushing face.
After a long time, the desire that the two of them had accumulated for several days was finally satisfied.
Afterwards, both of them slumped down on the soft cushions under the altar table, looking satisfied.
The woman's name is Liu Qingyun, she is fifteen or sixteen years old, but her body is already like a blooming peony, plump and attractive, and overflowing with fragrance.
The man held her slender waist with one hand, took out a gold hairpin from her loose and messy bun with the other hand, found his plump and white buttocks, and stroked it gently.
Liu Qingyun was caught off guard and let out a cry of pain, feeling a burning sting where she was scratched.
He stretched out his hand and touched a ball of scarlet.
"Cousin, what are you doing!"
She seemed angry but not angry, seemed angry but not angry. She looked at the bright red color in her hands, biting her lips lightly with her teeth, and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked enchanting and pitiful, and with the look of obsession after just enjoying it, it made the man's heart itch even more. .
Song Wenzhou held her chin, pecked her full and bright red lips, then pressed her into his arms, smelled the alluring fragrance of her body, and said: "With this mark, you are mine alone. "
"Humph, cousin, I have only belonged to you for a long time!"
"I know."
But Song Wenzhou was still worried that such an attractive cousin would be missed by other men.
"But you still married Lu Ling!"
Liu Qingyun pouted and lightly hit his chest with her soft fist.
"How many times have I told you that I was only forced by my father to marry her. And in the three years since we got married, I have never touched her.
"I have no interest in a woman as dry and wooden as her." As he said that, Song Wenzhou reached out and caressed the soft parts of Liu Qingyun's body, with a satisfied look on his face.
Liu Qingyun also closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure after the sexual intercourse, and the stinging pain from the wound on her buttocks was completely overwhelmed by the comfort.
A gust of wind blew in through the window.
The angry and terrifying female ghost tried her best and finally blew the window open completely.
She wanted to fly into the Buddhist hall through the window, but there was a faint Buddha's light in the Buddhist hall, so she did not dare to act rashly.
At this time, her eyes were about to burst. Due to her anger, the Yin Qi around her body turned green, and her long black ghost hair was blown wildly behind her by the Yin Qi in her body.
She yelled in a sharp and shrill voice: "Song Wenzhou, Liu Qingyun, you two shameless couple, are you worthy of Lu Ling?"
No one can hear me.
But the cold wind blew into the Buddhist hall and dispersed the sticky moisture in the air. It blew on the bodies of a man and a woman, and they felt a sense of relief.
Song Wenzhou stood up and walked to the window, and bumped into the female ghost's pale face covered in blood.
The female ghost was frightened and hurriedly drifted to the side, reaching out her hand to strangle his neck.
However, the air was squeezed out again, and she was so angry that she circled Song Wenzhou and bared her teeth and claws.
It was dark and quiet outside the Buddhist hall.
Song Wenzhou closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it.
Liu Qingyun stood up and put on a thin coat, half-hiding the spring light.
The high raised area is looming and very confusing.
She hugged Song Wenzhou's waist from behind, pressed her little face against his back, and asked in a sweet voice: "Cousin, when can we be together openly?"
Song Wenzhou turned around and took him into his arms, gave him a kiss, and said with a doting look on his face: "When Lu Ling dies, I will marry you in one year. How about that?"
"But she's not dead yet! I can't wait any longer."
"Don't worry, it looks like she will die in these two days."
Liu Qingyun's eyes lit up and she said, "That's great. I'm so sneaky every time. I'm really scared."
Rubbing her shoulders, Song Wenzhou comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I have everything under my control..."
The female ghost was so angry that she couldn't strangle the two men to death. She was so angry that cold air came out of her head, and more bright red blood flowed from her eyes. The evil spirit caused the leaves of a nearby tree to rustle.
Liu Qingyun couldn't help but shudder.
Song Wenzhou slammed the window shut, giving the female ghost a bad look.
"Song Wenzhou! You must die a good death! Sooner or later, I will kill you for Lu Ling, this heartless thing!..." She bared her teeth and claws outside the window, but no one could see or hear her roar.
The two of them had just put on their clothes when the maid standing guard outside the door suddenly whispered to the door: "Master, cousin, the Begonia next to the young lady is coming here in a hurry."
The so-called young lady is Song Wenzhou's wife, Lu Ling.
Hearing this, the two of them hurriedly dressed up. Liu Qingyun hid behind the door. When Song Wenzhou opened the door and left the temple, she peeked out through the crack in the door.
Song Wenzhou straightened his collar and tried his best to show a depressed look on his face.
Maid Haitang ran over quickly and stopped only two steps away from Song Wenzhou.
Through the dim lights that had just been lit by the roadside, Song Wenzhou noticed that the little maid's face was full of tears, and she choked with sobs when she opened her mouth: "Uncle, Miss, she is not well..."
While talking, the tears couldn't stop falling down. I wiped off one and then two, then wiped off two and then four, my sleeves were all wet.
Song Wenzhou's heart was shaken, and the corners of his mouth almost raised uncontrollably, but he quickly covered his mouth with his hands and frowned very hard, trying to make himself look very sad.
Liu Qingyun in the Buddhist hall was also so happy that she almost jumped up.
Just now I was hoping that Lu Ling would die soon, but I didn't expect that my dream would come true so soon...
When Haitang saw Song Wenzhou's handsome face turning red with excitement, she foolishly thought that he was overly sad!
Song Wenzhou tried his best to pretend to be worried and asked: "Isn't the young lady fine this morning? Why did she suddenly..."
Haitang wiped her tears and said with sobs: "You just left this morning, and the lady said she was very sleepy and wanted to sleep. The slave didn't think much and let her sleep.
"At noon, she suddenly became energetic and said she wanted to eat hibiscus cake. The slave was still happy, thinking that the young lady was well. Unexpectedly, after dinner, she fell asleep again, and gradually started to breathe heavily, and now she is crying She's not awake anymore. Dr. Chu came to see her and said she...she's not alive anymore..."
Having said this, Haitang burst into tears uncontrollably, her feet weakened and she almost fell to the ground.
