At this time, in Qingfeng Courtyard, the female ghost had floated over.
This female ghost died three years ago, but she had been dead for so long that her memories of her life had almost disappeared, and even her name was not clear.
I just vaguely remembered that she was once a noble daughter of a wealthy family in the capital, and she would not be reincarnated after her death.
King Yama told her that her life should not be cut off, so he sent her to Lu Ling's side. When Lu Ling died, she would resurrect her body and extend her life.
At this time, three or four maids and women surrounded Lu Ling, who was about to die, and kept calling: "Young madam, wake up!"
Lu Ling was seen with a thin torso, a pale face, and only a layer of skin and bones on her slender fingers. Her long eyelashes trembled gently with the light of the white candle next to her, which made her small face become smaller and more delicate. , broken and pitiful.
Her chest was twitching and rising, but her breath was so weak that people couldn't feel it.
Doctor Chu carried the medicine box and walked away shaking his head.
A woman pinched Lu Ling with her big finger, but Lu Ling didn't react at all.
Two little maids brought a bowl of ginseng soup, forced open Lu Ling's mouth and poured it in.
However, Lu Ling was hanging on with his last breath and could not swallow at all.
The ginseng soup poured into her mouth and flowed out from the corner of her mouth, making a large area of the white clothes in front of her wet.
The female ghost floated next to Lu Ling, watching her yang energy dissipate little by little, feeling aggrieved for her.
Three years ago, when Lu Ling had just grown hair, his reputation for being gentle and kind spread throughout Weicheng.
People who came to the Lu family to propose marriage crossed the threshold of the Lu family.
However, the Lu family was a merchant and had always wanted to have some relationship with a wealthy family.
It happened that the prefect, Mr. Song, didn't mind the Lu family's status as a businessman and was more interested in Lu Ling's virtue, so he helped his second son Song Wenzhou propose marriage to the Lu family.
Lu Ling married into the Song family with high hopes, but unexpectedly stepped into hell.
The mother-in-law treats her harshly and her husband neglects her.
But the terrible thing is that the husband's neglect comes from behind.
In front of others, Song Wenzhou always pretended to be extremely doting on his wife, and he went all out.
Because the Lu family's most profitable candle business needed Lu Ling to take the initiative to hand it over to him.
When no one was around, he could no longer conceal his indifference towards Lu Ling.
So far, the couple has not even consummated their marriage.
Lu Ling remained a widow for three years.
Unfortunately, less than a year after Lu Ling married into the Song Dynasty, his biological father, Mr. Lu, had an accident while on a business trip and abandoned his wife and son. Since then, his mother has become depressed and ill.
Lu Ling was weak by nature and focused on reputation. He never told anyone about his grievances. Even his personal maid Haitang did not know that she and Song Wenzhou were strangers.
The female ghost followed Lu Ling for three years and was the only ghost who knew that Lu Ling had been wronged.
It's a shame that Song Wenzhou is wearing a mask. Even his father, Magistrate Song, doesn't know how disgusting his face is.
"The young master is here, young madam, please open your eyes and look, the young master is here to see you!"
The maid stood aside with tears in her eyes and gave her place to Song Wenzhou who walked in with red eyes.
Song Wenzhou took Lu Ling's cold body from the maid's hand and pretended to be concerned as usual: "Ling'er, weren't you fine this morning? Why did you suddenly..."
Sniffling, he continued with red eyes: "You must never leave me, Ling'er, you promised me that you will stay with me forever!"
A servant next to him kept calling Lu Ling's name, trying to call her back from the Palace of Hell.
Everyone's eyes were filled with tears, but Song Wenzhou actually tightened his grip around Lu Ling's neck, making it even more difficult for Lu Ling, who was originally weak, to regain his breath.
The female ghost raised her hand and slapped him in the face.
It's a pity that the air was blown again.
"Oh my wonderful daughter-in-law!"
Mrs. Song also cried and stumbled into Lu Ling's yard with Haitang's support.
The cry was so violent that it was completely different from how he usually treated Lu Ling.
Everyone in the house knew that this mother-in-law liked to pick on Lu Ling the most.
Lu Ling was married to the Song Dynasty for three years. For three years, she got up early every day to pay her respects, rain or shine. Except for the fact that she was too sick to get out of bed recently, Mrs. Song spared her from morning and evening sleep.
When greeting her in the morning, if the tea was a little too hot, Mrs. Song would not blame herself for not testing the temperature. She would raise her hand and slap Lu Ling, blaming her for not reminding her.
Lu Ling felt wronged, so he knelt down in front of his mother-in-law, lowering his head and saying nothing.
If the servants didn't know these things, I'm afraid they would all believe that it was true that Mrs. Song was crying so "heartbroken" at this time.
She held her neck and cried loudly, staggering on her feet, and Haitang, who was supporting her next to her, was about to be pulled down by her.
But she cried so hard that the corners of her eyes never became moist.
As soon as Haitang entered the door, she looked up and saw Song Wenzhou strangling Lu Ling's neck with his arms, as if he was afraid that she would not die soon.
She just thought that the young master was too sad and lost his temper.
Worrying about Lu Ling's condition, and being pulled almost to the point of falling by Mrs. Song, she simply let go and ran towards the bed quickly.
Mrs. Song originally put her entire body weight on Haitang's hands, but when Haitang let go, she was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
"Ouch! Those little hooves!" The pain made her stop crying, pointing at Haitang who was running past and scolding her.
The other servants hurriedly helped Mrs. Song up and led her to the bedside.
Haitang completely ignored Mrs. Song's scolding, walked to the bed and snatched Lu Ling from Song Wenzhou's hand, crying and saying, "Uncle, let the young lady have a good rest!"
Song Wenzhou then pulled back the arm that was tightly holding Lu Ling's neck, and still sat beside him, pretending to be in pain and sorrow.
He took Lu Ling's cold hand and squeezed it tightly, and said sadly: "Ling'er, please open your eyes and take a look at me. Ling'er, I will listen to whatever you have to say, Ling'er..."
Mrs. Song also cried hypocritically: "My dear child, please don't let me go so cruelly!"
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Mr. Song, who was still busy handling official duties in the study, could not believe it for a moment when he heard the report.
This is an old problem for Lu Ling. In the past six months, he has been lingering on the hospital bed almost every day and has not been able to get out of bed.
He just asked Dr. Chu, who specialized in treating Lu Ling, yesterday. Dr. Chu said that it was still the same.
But why did it suddenly... fail today?
He hurriedly left his official duties and rushed from the study to Qingfengyuan.
When Fang arrived at the door of the room, he saw that Lu Ling's face had changed.
Mr. Song's eyes turned red, and he turned away and wiped away his tears.
When he spoke again, his voice was choking uncontrollably: "Let the steward prepare the funeral arrangements..."
The female ghost floated next to Mr. Song, and she could really feel his sadness, unlike the hypocritical mother and son in the house...
Just when the female ghost felt a little relieved for Lu Ling, she suddenly heard Haitang's tragic call: "Little... miss, miss!"
Turning around, he saw Lu Ling's body twitching, his pale paper mouth opening with force, reaching out to scratch in the air, craning his neck as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out, and then his head Once tilted, the energy will rise to the sky.
