Miss Yao was a hot-tempered girl. When she got home, she didn't want to eat or drink. She kept pestering her father to ask about Chen Bohuan.
Although Chen Bohuan was married, it was done behind closed doors. Who in the surrounding villages knew about it?
Even the engagement between the Luo family and the Chen family was not clear about it.
So Miss Yao learned that Childe Chen was not married yet.
After a few rounds of observation, the county magistrate felt that Xiao Chen was capable, had a gentle temperament, and had a good family background. Thus, he sent someone to talk to the Chen couple about the marriage.
Lord Chen regretted it so much. They told the county magistrate that they needed to think about it first. After closing the door, the two old men started to quarrel.
Lord Chen said, "Why are you so anxious?
That poor scholar died early. His daughter was supposed to mourn for him for three years. If you didn't let them get married first, it's not too late for our son to regret it now!
Look at what happened! "
Mrs. Chen was also anxious, "Blame me?
Weren't you the one who wanted to arrange the engagement?
Now it's the county magistrate's daughter!
How can Luo Xianxian compare to her? "
Behind closed doors, the two old bastards argued until their faces and ears turned red. In the end, they had no energy left and were panting heavily across the table.
Lord Chen asked, "What should we do?
Let's ask the county magistrate to go back. "
Mrs. Chen said, "… We can't.
Our Chen family is counting on Miss Yao to make a fortune. "
Lord Chen said angrily, "Can Miss Yao be a concubine?
Can she?
Our son already has one in his room. How can we get her in?
Look at how lovey-dovey those two are! "
"…" Mrs. Chen didn't say anything. After a while, her eyes suddenly lit up and she murmured, "Old Chen, I'm thinking about it. No one knows about Luo Xianxian and our son except for the people in our family …"
After a few moments of silence, Squire Chen was stunned for a while. He immediately understood his wife's intention.
He was trembling, half out of fear, half out of excitement.
"You, you mean …"
"If no one knows, it's not a marriage." Mrs. Chen said, "Let's find a way to drive her away. If the soft approach doesn't work, we'll use the hard approach.
Everybody knows that our son is unmarried. Do you remember how she stole oranges when she was little?
As long as all of us bite the bullet, even if she has seventeen or eighteen mouths, she won't be able to defend herself! "
Squire Chen strode to the door and made sure that the door was closed. Then he hurried over. The two who had been quarreling like fighting cocks a moment ago were now huddled together and discussing in low voices.
Chen Yuanwai said, "I'm afraid your idea won't work."
"What happened?"
"Our son won't agree.
He's been in love with Luo Xianxian since he was young. How could he agree to turn against her? "
Madam Chen thought for a while, then patted her husband's hand and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
After a while, Madam Chen suddenly fell seriously ill. Her illness was very strange. The doctor could not figure out the cause, but she was crazy all day long. Her mouth was full of nonsense, and she kept saying that she was possessed by a ghost.
Squire Chen was very anxious. He invited a Taoist priest, who carried a horsetail whisk. He calculated with his fingers and said that the Chen family had something against Madam Chen. If it was not solved, Madam Chen would not live to see the end of the year.
Chen Bohuan was very filial. He was very anxious and asked, "What is against my mother?"
The Taoist priest pretended to be mysterious for a long time and said that it was a "hidden beauty".
Everyone in the room was stunned. The sons of the Chen family all turned to look at Luo Xianxian who was standing on the side.
Luo Xianxian was also stunned.
In fact, she had been told many times since she was a child. She was born to be a jinx, and she killed her mother, then her brother, and then her father.
Now, she was pointed at and said that she was going to kill her mother-in-law.
The people of the Chen Family were anxious. Several brothers took turns to persuade her to leave the Chen Family. After all, no one outside knew that she was married and had a clean reputation. They would give her money and let her find another good family.
Luo Xianxian was anxious and scared. She was really worried that she was the jinx of Madam Chen. She cried all day long.
Chen Bohuan was heartbroken. He saw that his mother was getting more and more haggard. He was in a dilemma. He did not want Luo Xianxian to leave, but he could not bear to see his mother suffer.
She lost a lot of weight quickly.
The brothers of the Chen family could not accept it. One day, when their boss was not around, they went to find their sister-in-law.
Luo Xianxian was mixing the Hundred Butterfly Powder in the greenhouse. They rushed up and knocked over her utensils. The powder fell all over her. The strong smell seemed to have seeped into her bones and couldn't be washed away.
The brothers surrounded her and said a lot of principles, such as "wife's virtue" and "wife and daughter are inferior, parents are superior". But Luo Xianxian was very tough. Although she was timid, she was very stubborn. She cried and said that she did not want to leave. She begged them to think of another way.
The second son of the Chen family was anxious. He went to her and slapped her. He said to her, "Our mother is going to die because of you. If there is another way, will your father die?
Will your mother die?
Will your brother's life be uncertain? "
As soon as he slapped her, the others rushed to her. They surrounded Luo Xianxian and beat her. They shouted, "Get out of here", "Jinx", "Jinx".
These sons were of the same mind as their mother. In fact, they knew their mother's idea. At this time, when their boss was not around, they drove Luo Xianxian out of the house. They threatened her that if she dared to come back, they would beat her every day. Anyway, she did not have a family. Even if she was beaten to death, no one would speak for her.
It was a big snowy night.
Luo Xianxian was thrown into the snow with bruises all over her body. One of her embroidered shoes fell off.
She crawled forward slowly. Her mouth made unclear sobs, like the low howl of a cub before its death.
It was late at night. On such a snowy day, few people would go out. She crawled in the vast world. She did not know where she was going. She did not know where she could go.
The brothers of the Chen family were right.
She did not have a family. She did not have a father. She did not have a brother. No one could stand up for her. No one could take her in.
In this vast world of white, there was no place for her to stay.
Her body was not strong. When she was thrown out, she was wearing thin clothes. She shivered in the cold. Soon her legs and feet became numb. She could not feel anything.
She crawled all the way to the outskirts of the city. She came to the temple where the ghost master of ceremonies was enshrined. She curled up in the temple to hide from the snow. Her lips were blue and purple from the cold. Her heart was even more sad.
She looked up at the clay statue with bright red makeup. She could not stop her tears from rolling down her face.
She remembered the rules of the lower cultivation world. When a couple got married, they should have a master of ceremonies as witness.
But at that time, she just had a red flower in her hair. She smiled sweetly and kowtowed to Chen Bohuan.
Was this closed-door marriage really just a dream? Was the picturesque beauty in the bronze mirror that day really just the sound of greed in the depths of her drunken dream?
She knelt in front of the ghost master of ceremonies. She dragged her body that was getting heavier and colder. She knelt three times and kowtowed nine times. She cried and laughed.
"Married as husband and wife, loving each other without doubt.
Pleasure … on … this evening … "
She gradually felt dizzy. Her vision was getting blurry.
There seemed to be a thin layer of moonlight in front of her. In the small courtyard in the past, she cried and said, "I didn't steal it. I didn't steal it. I didn't steal the oranges."
However, rumors were a fearful thing. No one would believe her one-sided story.
Today, she knew that even if she went to someone and cried, saying that she was really Chen Bohuan's first wife, there would definitely be no one who would believe her. She was still that little girl by the mud wall, who had nowhere to redress her grievances.
Nothing had changed.
But there was someone who climbed over the wall and put a steaming white steamed bun into her palm. He said to her, "You must be hungry. Eat a steamed bun to fill your stomach."
But now … that person, where was he …
He came back and couldn't find her. Would he be anxious? Or would he be relieved that her mother would finally not be cursed by her again?
Luo Xianxian curled up in the mud temple. Her tears gradually dried up. She whispered, "Empress of the ceremony, I want to be with him.
I am his first wife … When we went through the ceremony, there was no empress beside us. You are a ghost empress. You can't control a living person. But I … I can only … only tell you … "
She sobbed and made the last sound in her throat, "I'm not lying …"
I'm not lying.
The snow was silent. The long night was silent.
The next day, the townsfolk passing by the mud temple in the suburbs found Luo Xianxian's cold body.