After hearing this, the faces of several people in the room suddenly changed.
Seeing that Gong Mingcheng was about to put down his pen and look at his son, Wei Qingyan quickly grabbed him and shouted, "Don't mess up, don't stop, unless you really want him to die."
Her voice was not loud, even a little weak, but it was extremely shocking, "I won't let him die!"
no way!
She took off the jasper hairpin on her head, and her green hair fell instantly. She quickly cut her palm, and blood gurgled out.
Wei Qingyan dropped the blood from his palm into the tea cup and said to the Gong brothers, "When you use blood to copy the scriptures, don't be distracted.
Gong Changying has turned into a ghost for a long time. He has lost his spiritual consciousness and is only obsessed with the resentment in his heart. We only guessed half of it right before. What happened to the young master was his warning to us.
I try to buy a stick of incense with it. Within this stick of incense, you need to sincerely copy scriptures for him while answering my questions and helping me find out the other half of the reasons, so that you can truly resolve this resentment. "
"Miss Chang, are you saying that my son is okay?" Wei Yiran paused as he ran out, looking at Wei Qingyan with blurred eyes.
Wei Qingyan was still dripping blood into the tea cup and said without turning his head, "It's okay now."
The body that was about to run out turned back and walked to Wei Qingyan, "Miss, please ask."
She understood that if she could find out the other half of the reason within a stick of incense, her son could survive. If she couldn't find the answer, his life would be completely lost.
Looking at Miss Chang's pale face and bright red palms, she took out the handkerchief and stood next to Wei Qingyan, hoping to offer the handkerchief to her whenever she needed it.
What happened to her son was caused by the grudges of ghosts and could not be cured by ordinary doctors. Even if she died, it would be in vain. It would be better to believe in Miss Chang.
Maybe there's still a chance.
Yu Liangzhi stood up and froze in mid-air. After listening to Wei Qingyan's words, he sat back on the chair again.
Mrs. Qin hurriedly walked to the door to hand over the winter melon, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't panic, let the eldest young master guard the younger one."
Dong Gua didn't feel Gong Jin's breath, and felt that the sky was falling. She cried all the way and came to call for help. Unexpectedly, none of the masters followed him.
"Master, Master, he's out of breath." He thought the masters didn't hear him clearly, so he said it again.
These words made the hearts of several people in the room tighten again. Gong Mingcheng did not dare to stop his hands and shouted, "Winter melon, go and guard Jin'er."
The time of an incense stick is limited, so we can’t waste it by calling it winter melon.
Gong Mingcheng felt that his hands were shaking.
Although Donggua also heard Wei Qingyan's words, he was sure that the young master had already expired. How could a person who had lost his breath not die?
But he had to obey the master's order. He twisted his buttocks and howled, "Master, Master, you can't die. What should I do with winter melon..."
As Winter Melon left, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Seeing time passing by little by little, Wei Qingyan did not speak again, and large beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the Gong brothers.
In addition to being worried about Gong Jin, he also felt an inexplicable resistance, and his writing was as heavy as a thousand catties.
Wei Yiran's heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil, and her hand was always holding the handkerchief.
But Wei Qingyan was still squeezing out blood, filling two teacups with blood, and her complexion was close to gray.
One was placed in front of Gong Mingcheng, and the other was placed in front of Gong Minglou.
When Wei Yiran thought she would stop there, she quickly traced in the air with the fingers of her other hand stained with blood. Gong Mingcheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the resistance in their writing disappeared.
"Cough..." After drawing the blood talisman, along with a cough, another mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Wei Qingyan's lips, and his straight back leaned back in exhaustion.
Wei Yiran was too shocked to care about anything, and quickly supported her from behind. Looking at the two spins on Wei Qingyan's head, the tears that had finally been hidden instantly blurred his eyes, "Miss Chang, what can we do?"
Her voice trembled violently, and she used all her strength to steady Wei Qingyan's body.
at the same time.
In a Zen room, the skinny old monk who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes and sighed heavily, "Silly, silly, my idiot..."
In Prince Rong's palace, Shi Yu, who was reading in the study, suddenly felt flustered and uneasy, and hurriedly walked out of the room, "What is Miss Chang doing today?"
In the palace, the emperor, who was walking in the imperial garden with his concubine, felt a dull pain in his heart. He pressed his fist against his heart and fell down heavily.
On the official road to Beijing, a woman in black clothes and a hood was galloping. Suddenly, her face, which was originally pale and bloodless, became even paler. She raised the riding whip in her hand, "Drive..."
Wei Qingyan lost all his strength, relying on Wei Shiran's support, closing his eyes and meditating.
The Gong brothers sweatdropped again, this time they were in a hurry, time waited for no one.
Yu Liangzhi couldn't sit still anymore and walked to Wei Qingyan. His mind was already thinking about how Gong Changying could be resentful, but he had no clue.
Wei Shiran's heart was torn in half, and the pain in both halves was as severe as gouging out the heart.
Half of them are worried about their son, and half of them feel sorry for the person in their arms.
Qin's nails were dug deeply into her palms, and her eyes were looking out the door for a while, and then looking at Wei Qingyan.
But no one dared to disturb Wei Qingyan.
Everyone had eyes, even if they didn't understand what she just did, they also saw the blood she released and the instant loss of energy.
She is the type who tries her best to resolve the Gong family's grievances at the expense of herself.
Wei Qingyan frowned deeply, and after a long time, she asked, "Before Gong Changying died, did he tell his two sons about the tombstone?"
"No, this matter was handled by my mother and the old housekeeper." Gong Mingcheng answered quickly.
"Then ask him, before he died, did he request that his place of origin be written on the inscription? Did he request that his place of origin be written down as the daughter of the Hua family and the son of the Gong family?"
Gong Mingcheng didn't have time to think too much and act with his words.
Yu Liangzhi's eyes lit up slightly.
Yes.
When Gong Changying died, the eldest son Gong Mingcheng had been in charge of the family for many years. After his father died and his son erected a monument, he never entrusted the matter to Mingcheng brothers, but let his wife and housekeeper take care of it.
According to what the old housekeeper said, Changying wanted the Persian fabric firstly to thank Aunt Yuehua, and secondly to please her younger sister.
Chang Ying had been an upright official and an upright person throughout his life. The only two people who had a profound influence on him were Aunt Hua and his younger sister.
He dressed in women's clothing because Aunt Hua was dead and he could not repay her for saving her life, so he acted as his daughter. With his affectionate temperament, he would most likely ask for this to be written on the inscription.
After all, the inscription is the final proof of a person's journey in the world.
But the inscription is not like a shroud. The shroud cannot be seen by others when worn in the coffin, but the inscription cannot be hidden.
Whether it was because the younger sister didn't want others to find out more about Chang Ying, or because of the Gong family and the reputation of her two sons, she just didn't want others to see such an inscription, so she broke her promise.
He looked at Wei Qingyan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Over there, Gong Mingcheng had already asked Wei Qingyan's guess while copying scriptures.
No one answered!
Nothing has changed in the house!
Pat, pat, there was only the sound of sweat dripping on the paper.
Gong Mingcheng repeated again, and in the middle of his words, Wei Qingyan said, "Re-erect the monument according to his request, and when the monument is completed, two sets of clothes will be burned to him.
This grudge has been resolved! "
After finishing her words, she slowly closed her eyes and fell weakly into Wei Shiran's arms.
"Miss Chang!" Before Wei Shiran could be happy, her son was fine, so she called out urgently. Seeing this, Mrs. Qin also hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
A black figure flashed in front of him, picked him up, and jumped out of Gong's house using Qinggong!
