My Wife, Something is Wrong

Chapter 3: third willow tree

  Chapter 3 The third willow tree

  Out of the reception room.

   The wind is biting outside, and the snow is still heavy.

  Luo Qingzhou was thinking about the voice he just heard, and his mind was heavy.

  His mother was indeed killed by the eldest lady, and her second son Luo Yu was also the murderer.

   Moreover, they also laid hands on him.

  Since he has occupied this body and fused the other party's blood and memory, then this hatred is naturally his.

   But for him now, revenge is still out of reach.

   As for this marriage...

   Wasn't it his dream in previous lives to be a bad boy, eat soft food, lie down and die equally?

   What's more, he couldn't resist at all.

  With his current status and strength, let alone resisting, even struggling a little, he is not qualified.

  If he dares to be stubborn, his father will probably slap him to death.

  In this era, it is a crime of disrespect to disobey the elders.

   Disobedience to father deserves to be beaten to death.

   As for running away, let alone think about it.

   Unless you are tired of living.

  In this city of Mo, although the Luo family doesn't dominate the sky with one hand, they are so powerful that they can at least rank among the top three.

   Besides, he is a feeble scholar, where can he escape to?

  Escape from the city?

  According to memory, there are monsters haunting the black wood forest outside the city.

   So, he has no escape.

   Now he has only one way to go.

   Admit first, and honestly join the Qin family, and then make plans.

   Stay away from here early, and you can be regarded as out of the tiger's mouth.

   If he still dares to insist on not leaving, that ruthless lady will definitely kill him again.

  As for things after getting married, we can only take another step at that time.

  At least after getting married, you can save your life for the time being.

Where there is life, there is hope.

  Only alive can there be hope!

   "Young master, what did the master and the eldest lady tell you? Are they going to marry you?"

   On the way back, Xiaodie asked impatiently.

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her immature and excited cheeks, couldn't bear to make her sad, nodded and said: "Well, get married."

   "Wow, that's great! My lord, which family's lady is it?"

  Xiaodie cheered happily.

  Luo Qingzhou smiled bitterly, and said, "It belongs to the Qin family."

  He said in his heart: A fool, I don’t know if he can drool and defecate.

   The two were talking and entered the dilapidated small courtyard.

  Xiaodie was very happy and excited, she leaned close to him and chattered non-stop, depicting the beautiful life in the future with a full face.

   Then she suddenly remembered something again, her little face was full of tension: "My lord, will you take your slaves out to live with you?"

  Luo Qingzhou sat down in front of the brazier, looked at the flames jumping under the wood, nodded and said: "Of course."

   I don’t know what kind of mood this girl will feel when she finds out that his so-called "going out to live" is actually a marriage and living in someone else's house, and going to work for the foolish young lady of other people's house.

  Hey, sad reminder.

   Before speaking, I heard what the second lady said in my heart, how did I hear it? Why can't I hear it later?

  He carefully recalled the scene just now.

   "Young master is so kind. I will definitely take good care of you and serve my wife in the future. My servant will do many things, such as washing and folding quilts, serving tea and water, pinching my back and combing my hair..."

  Xiaodie's face was full of joy, and she looked at him excitedly.

   Being able to escape from this terrible place, for this little girl, it should be regarded as escaping from the tiger's mouth.

Luo Qingzhou held his breath, looked carefully at her dark and lively eyes, and suddenly heard the words in her heart: "The servant will still serve the son to bed... Warm the quilt for the son tonight, why don't you be lazy and stay away? Where is the young master serving the bed? Anyway, the madam said before that the servant girl is the young master's housemate. The young master is so old, and he has never touched a girl. When the time comes to marry and bridal chamber, it may be a joke. Grandma Sun When I came back from buying me, I taught these things. Fortunately, I was not bullied by the second son, hum, I don’t care about him, my son is better..."

   This little girl chattered endlessly in her heart and couldn't stop.

  When Luo Qingzhou was about to continue listening, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head, like a needle prick, and suddenly woke up.

  This kind of eavesdropping on other people's voices may greatly consume one's brain power and mind.

  He stopped immediately, looked away from the little girl's face, and looked at Luo Xue in the courtyard.

  The sky is getting dark.

  There are no oil lamps, no candles, and no other entertainment in the house, so I usually go to bed early after dinner at night.

   After all, it is warmer under the quilt.

   "Master, I'm going to serve you a meal."

  Master and servant have two meals a day, and they are all served in the back kitchen for the servant girl and servant.

  Luo Qingzhou searched from his memory, but he never once had a meal with that father and the eldest lady at the same table.

  Actually, not to mention him, even the second lady is not qualified.

   Xiaodie quickly brought the food.

  Supper is very simple.

  Two steamed buns, a plate of pickles, nothing more.

  But for many people outside, it is already very good to have this kind of white flour buns.

   After eating, Xiaodie took the things back.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't want to go into the house and lie down so early, and walked out of the small courtyard, shivering in the wind and snow, wandering around.

  The ancient beauty is dizzying.

  Out of the arch, through the corridor, and turned into a garden.

  Out of the garden, it suddenly became clear that there was a small lake outside.

  The lake is full of mist and hazy. In this cold winter, it has not frozen, but many pink lotus flowers bloom in it.

  As soon as Luo Qingzhou approached, he felt a rush of heat and the fragrance of flowers.

  The water in this lake is actually warm!

  At this moment, a person came hurriedly beside him, as if he hadn't seen him, with his head down and a nervous expression on his face.

   Judging by his clothes, he should be a servant of the Fuchu.

  Luo Qingzhou stared into his eyes, and suddenly heard the words in his heart: "The third willow tree, the third willow tree..."

   I kept repeating this sentence in my heart.

  When he got close, the man looked up and saw him, he was startled, and after looking at him in panic, Fang left in a hurry.

   "The third willow tree?"

  Luo Qingzhou looked at his back as he hurriedly disappeared behind the arch, with a hint of doubt on his face.

   Immediately, his eyes turned to the lake not far away.

   Sure enough, a row of willows grew there.

at this time.

   Night fell and the light was dim.

  However, against the background of white snow, some things can still be seen.

   After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the row of willows.

  Find the third willow tree.

  He was not in a hurry, and stood by the lake for a while. After seeing that no one came in through the arch, he got into the flowers and began to carefully observe the third willow tree.

  There is no abnormality on the trunk.

  He looked at the ground again, stretched out his hand and pulled the withered grass on the ground, and pulled up the withered grass very easily, along with a large piece of land.

   Sure enough, there was something buried underneath!

  Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly became tense, and he looked up at the arch again, thinking to himself: It can't be a human head or a corpse, right?

   After hesitating for a while, he still had the courage to dig with his hands.

   After digging a few more layers of soil, a wooden box suddenly appeared inside.

  The surface of the wooden box was as black as ink, with a cold luster under the moonlight, looking gloomy, like a miniature coffin.

  (end of this chapter)

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