Chapter 254： Soul Return (10)

254 Return of the Soul (10)

Manyu tried to enter the fat girl's body with hope, but her consciousness could not dominate the body, so where did the previous call come from?

Wandering around in this house, it was learned from the mouth of the people that this Lord Song was a clean and honest official, but he was rather confused in dealing with his own family affairs and could not see the truth. The green woman Song Huan was the daughter born of Song's original wife, and the original wife died early, and he married another room. The second wife gave birth to a daughter, the red woman Song Qing. Song Qing has been jealous of others since she was a child, saying that Song Huan is better than her, so she always bullies and traps Song Huan in the back, making her speechless. Song Huan has lost her mother since she was a child, and her stepmother hurt her. It was not very good for her. She was used to bullying and had nowhere to tell. After a long time, she developed a cowardly personality.

Man Man came to Chaifang, and saw Song Huan sitting on the ground crying, and Song Qing was also here, saying gloat: "Sister, I just asked you about the family relationship that your father has appointed for you, you know you What kind of person is the future husband Su Ergong? I do n’t know? Then I tell you, he looks like a toad, and the favorite place to go is the gambling house. I heard that he has a bad temper If you didn't say anything to provoke him, you would be beaten a half-dead. Sister, just like your character, when you pass the door, it must be a three-day beating. Alas, my sister sympathizes with you! "

Song Huan raised his pitiful Qingli's face, inconsistent: "No, dad won't let me marry someone like that."

Song Qing laughed: "Daddy couldn't help it either. I previously promised two relatives, and I haven't waited for you to pass through. The father-in-law and son-in-law Qin either died suddenly or died. Everyone outside said that you had a hard life, no one. Dare you, what kind of person do you think you can marry? "

"I, I ... then I won't marry."

"Don't marry? Haha, do you want to be dead? If I were you, I'd just die and save my dad alive. Huh!" Song Qing walked away with her head up, leaving Song Huan crying even more sad.

Mancha shook his head, unable to comfort others, and then turned to leave, as if there was an attractive force behind her. She turned around strangely, and saw Song Huan loose his belt and hang himself. For a moment, wasn't it actually Song Huan's body that summoned her before?

Song Huan's soul left the body, and saw a beautiful woman in front of him, hesitated for a moment.

Manyan sighed: "You believe what she said? The ants are still stealthily. You are not a big deal, how can you be so mean?"

Song Huandao said: "I lived in my life and killed Magong again. I have no meaning to live." She said with sadness when talking about Magong, apparently affectionate. Turned out to be light for love!

Seeing that her intentions had been resolved, Manyan asked her, "If I could live for you, what wish would you have?"

Song Huan froze and looked back at her, "You live for me? I'm afraid you can't help me."

Man smiled and said, "I don't know how I can't help without telling you?"

Seeing her as a joke, Song Huan thought about it, Fang said: "My mother is a young lady from a big family in Beijing. She came to this remote place in order to marry my dad and cut off the relationship with her family. Going to Beijing as an official proved her choice was right. Unfortunately, this wish has never been achieved. "

Manbi frowned slightly and asked, "Why? Isn't it enough for Master Song?"

Song Huan shook his head. "Daddy was very upright and went to Beijing to report on his job for three years. When he left the palace, his father said," The emperor is the monarch of a country, but the respect of Wancheng. The sentence was unintentional, but no one knew that it passed to the emperor's ears, and the emperor was so angry that he relegated dad back here. I am afraid that there will be no chance of promotion in the future. "

This incident has also been heard extensively. It was the only official who had been degraded because of her in the past five years. It turned out to be Master Song! Man smiled slightly and said, "It's not difficult. As long as I can borrow your body to live and enter Beijing, I can naturally reach a wish for you and your mother."

Song Huan was shocked and didn't dare to tell him: "You ... can you really do that?"

Manxi nodded affirmatively, "As long as Lord Song is really talented, I guarantee that his talent will not be buried."

Song Huanxuan looked at Manyan and saw her look so determined. She said, "What kind of patience does this woman have to dare to make such a promise?" When Song Huan was still in a trance, a scream came from the door of Chai Fang. It turned out that the servant who was delivering the meal saw Song Huan hanged in Chai Fang.

Song Huan's body was dismantled and he lifted out of the Chai Fang. Adult Song did not expect his daughter to hang himself. He looked sad. After hearing this news, Mrs. Song rushed to hold the breathless Song Huan crying, and Song Qing wiped her tears aside. This evening, the entire Song government was in a mess.

In the middle of the night, Song Fu gradually quieted down. Adult Song turned silently and went to Qiling Hall alone. Song Huan's soul left Song Fu reluctantly. Before leaving, he asked for help to take care of her father.

The man answered, and came to Song Huan's boudoir, at this time there was no one in the room. The man's soul entered Song Huan's body, and the always-empty soul suddenly had a landing, and the whole person had strength.

Manyu pressed the inner excitement and tried to move her fingers, and she was really flexible, as if she were her own body.

She was overjoyed and excited.

She's alive, she's really alive! Can she really ... can she continue her career with Wuyou?

For a long time, her unbelievable hope finally came true. At this moment, with unparalleled joy and excitement, mixed with five years of hardships, she couldn't help crying.

She called in her heart: no worries, no worries, no worries ... waiting for me, I can reunite with you soon! In the future, you don't have to be sad and sad in front of a cold body, I don't have to look at you any further, but I can't feel your temperature. From now on, we will go hand in hand together, and no one else can separate us!

She quickly got up, lifted the quilt, and wished she could enter Beijing immediately, but she was reminded wisely that it would take 20 days to ride the carriage from the border city to the capital city, and the Yellow River on the road. Unsafe on the road. After all, she managed to survive. She had to cherish this hard-won life in order to live with worry-free life.

The wind at night was very cold, and I got out of bed and found a white coat from Song Huan's cabinet to put on. Looking around for another week, although Song Huan is a lady, there seems to be nothing valuable in the room. Manzhe sat in front of the dresser, gathered her hair, and thought, how can she enter Beijing as quickly as possible? Would it scare him if he opened the door with Master Song?

The sky was bright, and a girl-in-law pushed in the door and saw no one on the bed. Man-man stood with his back to the doorway. The girl-in-law only saw a ghost and was so frightened that she passed out on the spot.

Manyu helped the girl into the house, and went to Qilingtang to find Song.

Lord Song stood in front of Song Huan's mother's spirit and confessed. He heard a man coming in, and he frowned, without turning back. The man closed the door, walked forward, and worshiped Song Ling's mother's spirit card with respect, expressing sincere thanks. She was standing behind Master Song's right hand, and the dim light flashed, making her thin figure look a bit hazy and unreal.

When Mr. Song turned his eyes to see his daughter who had lost his breath, he froze, his face suddenly turned white, but he was still calm, and turned to look complicated: "Huaner, why are you here? Are you blaming your father? Too harsh for you? That ’s why you protested to me in such an extreme way? Dad ’s life is worthy of the world, except for your mother, I want to teach you well, and live up to your mother ’s expectations, but you are not Fight, always do wrong and do n’t admit it, I ’m good at you severely, who knows you ... ”

Seeing that Lord Song was sad and guilty, he couldn't say anything anymore. He sighed a little. He wanted to say it straightforwardly, but hesitated at this moment. She didn't know the feeling of losing her loved ones. She thought for a while and said, "Daddy, don't be sad. Your daughter just went to see her mother. Now she's back."

Song Master froze, looking down at the shadow of the candlelight casting her on the ground, frowning, meditation, the doctor clearly diagnosed that she had lost her breath, how could she suddenly live?

Master Song stared at her face, and looked closely. The woman's skin in front of her was pale, her eyebrows were slightly frizzy, and her brows were sad. It was indeed his daughter's usual expression, but those eyes, the surface It looks exactly the same, but his eyes don't feel the same as before. His daughter was weak and terrified of him, and he did not even dare to look at him, but this woman seemed to dodge in the face of his sharp eyes, but she was calm and calm, and there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

"You're not Huan Er! Who are you? Why should you pretend to be an official's daughter in order to conceal the officer? Couldn't Huan'er's death be related to you? You can't come quickly from the facts, otherwise, you can't blame the official's mercy!" Song The grown-up face was serious, with a serious look, and the judge's tone was very harsh.

I was shocked, but I didn't expect to be seen so soon. The Lord Song is really not ordinary. If she is an ordinary person, she may be confused, but she is just an ordinary person, just pretending to be confused and soft. "Daddy, what are you talking about? How can my daughter not understand?" 2k novel reading network