Chapter 211

Aftercare is after death, what funeral, coffin, funeral, let alone do, song Xijiao has not even seen!

Besides, Youji is still a stranger to her. In what capacity does she help her do these things? How does the family get involved, or is she alone These have to be considered.

Her brain is in a mess. Subconsciously, she wants to refuse, but she is interrupted by Youji.

"Don't refuse me. I really don't know who else to look for except you. Master, they knew that I was seriously injured, and they would immediately abandon me and abandon my body in the wilderness. The people in Hanxiang building will only casually involve me in straw mats and bury them in random graves. Some people may even abuse my body, trying to find something from my body... "

Song Xijiao was confused: "what are you talking about? How could anyone do this to you? What kind of disease do you have? Don't say these despondent words until I find my master, Hao Langzhong, to diagnose and treat you. In case there is any cure? "

"My own body, I know it myself." Youji interrupts song Xijiao's words, then gently opens the quilt to reveal her abdomen. There, there is a piece of blade deeply stabbed in, which is a foot deep!

Such injury, must wear intestines and stomach rotten.

Even if it is put in the modern times, it may not be able to save, not to mention the ancient time when there was nothing.

Song Xijiao's eyes were wide and her forehead was in a cold sweat.

When she entered the door, she thought Youji had some incurable disease, but she was injured.

What's more, it's still such a heavy injury!

Who is it?

How could he have inflicted such a heavy hand on a weak woman!

Youji looked at her shocked expression and said with a silent smile: "nothing. In fact, I didn't want to live for a long time. This knife not only hurt me, but also helped me

"Don't say that. Who hurt you?"

"It doesn't matter who it is." You Ji shook her head, looked at Song Xijiao and said, "I asked you to come, not to let you avenge me, but to take care of the aftercare. I don't need you to help me with my funeral. When I'm dead, you just have to send my ashes back to Fusu, and I'll be in peace. Miss song, can you promise me

"Can is can..."

Song Xijiao promised to come down if she didn't want to. Even if she couldn't go to help Su in person, with her present financial resources, it was just a matter for someone to run away. For her, it was just a small effort to spend a little money. For Youji, it was the only dying wish. How could she not agree?

Seeing her promise, Youji showed a smile of relief. She gently turned around, endured the pain of the wound, took out a wooden box from the pillow and put it in front of song Xijiao: "this is all my life's savings. I'll give it to you."

"No, no, no, I can't take it."

"I don't want to owe you any debt before I die. Please accept it. Otherwise, I won't be at ease when I leave. I will give you dreams and thank you every night."

Eh? Give her dreams every night?

Song Xijiao listened with cold sweat and immediately took the wooden box over. Then he looked at her at a loss, not knowing how to comfort her, but also full of doubts, as well as the blade on her body Why not report to the official if he is injured?

"Miss Youji..."

"I don't call you Ji. After I came to Hanxiang building, my mother helped me. My real name is Yazhen Youji leaned back on the head of the bed, as if falling into a distant memory.

"Miss Song, I grew up in the Central Plains and received a lot of favors from the Han people, but I had to do a lot of sorry things to the Han people. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness. "

Song Xijiao recognized her words and immediately asked, "what's wrong with the Han people?"

Youji just squinted and looked at the front, with a smile of self mockery in her mouth. Soon, a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from her mouth and slowly flowed into her neck along her chin.

"You Yazhen! Yazhen

Seeing her eyes gradually lax, song Xijiao's intuition is not good, busy shouting out.

The coir raincoat man outside the door heard the sound, immediately pushed the door in and rushed to the bed.

Youji used her last strength to look at the man standing at the head of the bed and said with a smile, "I know you are approaching me just to get information I knew from the beginning that You don't have to feel guilty. I'm willing to You can invite Miss song here for me, just It offsets I, I treat you... "

With that, her head tilted and her body fell to song Xijiao.

"Yazhen!"

Song Xijiao felt the stiffness and weight of her limbs. She shook her whole body. She slowly raised her index finger and went to the tip of her nose. For a long time, she could not feel half the breath.

She's dead.

Song Xijiao slowly looks up at the coir raincoat man in front of her. Is Yazhen's injury due to this man?

But she did not want to avenge the official, also did not want to revenge, also said that the coir raincoat man helped her to invite her, and the Revenge of killing her body would be written off.

Why on earth is this?She doesn't understand.

"What did she tell you?" The man in coir raincoat stares at the Youji who falls in Song Xijiao's arms. In his vicissitudes of life, he seems to be dead in front of him, just an ant that has nothing to do with him.

However, song Xijiao clearly saw his sword hand shaking slightly.

"She asked me to take care of her affairs."

"What else?"

"If you want to ask me about her dying secret, you don't have to waste your breath. She didn't say anything."

Song Xijiao stood up, went to the door, and towards the end of the corridor, several girls were holding their hair and laughing and said, "Miss Youji has passed away. Where's your mother? I want to see her."

The pimp of Hanxiang building also knows song Xijiao, and is very clear about Youji's serious injury. I can't help but be overjoyed to learn that Youji gave the aftercare to song Xijiao before she died! She did not want to get involved in this matter, so she asked song Xijiao to take away the body of Youji.

Fortunately, with the help of the man in coir raincoat, song Xijiao successfully took Youji's body to the wild.

After the spark, she set up a monument for Youji. Although her last wish is to return to her hometown, she has lived in the Central Plains for so many years. She can't come to the end and leave no trace.

She held an umbrella and stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. In fact, she did not have much contact with you Ji, and there was nothing to remember. She only remembered that day in the bamboo hall, she sat beside Youji and recited poems to her nostalgic hometown.

The man in coir raincoat is half kneeling in front of the tombstone, staring at the word "Yazhen" on the tombstone, his face mixed with five flavors.

"I have known her for more than two years, and she has never told me that her name is Yazhen."

Xi Jiao's reply was that he didn't know song Jieyi, but he didn't know her

"Miss Song, can you give me the wooden box in your hand?"

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