The strong incense makes people breathless, but this strong fragrance is also mixed with a disgusting smell of rot...
Even the dumb woman couldn't help covering her nose. Thinking of what Mo Siyu told her, the eldest lady was utterly dead and she couldn't survive, she couldn't help feeling sad again.
Since a person is dead, he should be buried in the ground for peace. Otherwise, how should the soul rest in peace, and how can it be reincarnated?
Thinking of this, the dumb woman couldn't help but burst into tears.
She lifted the gauze curtain and made the bed, and found a lot of hair that had fallen from the pillow and the light blood stained on the quilt.
The dumb woman looked around, took out the porcelain bottle from her bosom when the servant wasn't paying attention, and secretly sprinkled the medicine powder under the bed...
The strong fragrance in the bedroom covers the faint smell of the medicine powder...
After tidying up, the dumb woman followed the boy out of the bedroom.
There were bursts of rancid smell floating in the wind, faintly visible, Mo Siyu's nose was always sensitive, sniffed, frowned, and walked forward.
Turning around the corridor, I saw Qin Wuyan leading Zhuang Xiaoyu to admire the flowers in the back garden. The breeze was blowing through Zhuang Xiaoyu's loose hair, making her long black hair messy. Qin Wuyan was sitting on her bed. By her side, she kept smoothing her hair, and finally, she couldn't help it, took out a handkerchief from her cuff, gathered her long hair together, and tied it.
The man looked at the woman beside him with affectionate eyes. In Mo Siyu's eyes, it was like a dynamic picture, as if only the two of them were left in the world, and everything disappeared.
Mo Siyu hid behind the colonnade, watching this scene silently, his heart felt a little rippling, if he hadn't loved a person to the bone, a man wouldn't have slept with a woman's cold corpse in bed for ten years.
Ten years!
The stars move, the sea changes, day by day, month, month, year, year.
How many beautiful women are exquisite and exquisite, like a lotus emerging from water, and how many women have passed away, and a new generation replaces the old.
A man of high position and authority, he is so handsome and extraordinary, but if there is even the slightest wavering, countless women will pack up and send them to his arms one after another, but he guards a woman who can never wake up again, Inseparable, walk in and out together, always bring her by your side...
There are always men in this world who say they are seduced by women, but anyone who can be tempted is a person with evil intentions and has evil thoughts, but how can he be tempted if he has no other intentions.
There are very few men in this world who can achieve such a level, anyway, she has never met him in this life.
Mo Siyu, who used to have some resentment towards Qin Wuyan, now has a little more sympathy for him.
Although this person kills without blinking an eye and handles things brutally, he also has merit in terms of emotions.
Just when Mo Siyu was thinking wildly, a deep voice came slowly: "Come out, how long are you going to hide there and spy on me?"
Mo Siyu: "..."
Seeing that Qin Wuyan didn't look in the direction where he was hiding, Mo Siyu looked elsewhere by chance, but found that only the place where he was standing could hide from people, so he knew that Qin Wuyan already knew of his existence.
Reluctant in every possible way, she slowly came out from behind the pillar and moved in front of Qin Wuyan, "High Priest, I didn't mean to peek at you, I just... have something... .”
"What's the matter?" Qin Wuyan hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, rubbing Zhuang Xiaoyu's nails with his fingertips, then raised his eyes to look at Mo Siyu, and asked, "Have you researched the technique of bringing the dead back to life?"