Chapter 2 You and I are destined to be together

Nanny Fang was terrified.

The sound of the piano attracted many people.

When Qu Ling arrived, he saw her pointing at Nanny Fang and saying, "You black-hearted evil woman! The Marquis asked you to pick someone up, but you came here to kill someone."

"It's not me, it's not me," Nanny Fang said, her soul fading away. She saw Qu Ling from the corner of her eye and her eyes widened. "It's you..."

The eldest girl killed her wet nurse and put the blame on her.

Qu Ling's face was filled with sadness as he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Go report to the police."

Report to the police?

The servants who followed were all nervous.

"We can't report this to the authorities," one of the older stewards said hurriedly. "This is a family matter within the Marquis' Mansion. We should return to the capital and let the Marquis handle it."

He glanced at Qu Ling, a little girl, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Miss, there is no time to lose. Let's set off for Beijing immediately."

Qu Ling seemed not to hear and turned to Guanqi, "Go report to the authorities."

Watch the chess game and run away.

The steward quickly had someone stop her and said earnestly, "Young lady, family disgrace should not be made public. If you make such a scene, the Marquis will be unhappy if he knows."

When the time comes, all those who came along will suffer.

"My wet nurse died. She died while drinking with Nanny Fang." Qu Ling only said this.

"It's not me..." Nanny Fang jumped up and down, wanting to argue.

Qu Ling looked at her, his eyes dark and frightening, "Could it be me?"

"It's you." Nanny Fang was horrified.

The girl has such a cruel heart.

Her biological mother died in childbirth, and Nanny Zhou was no different from her biological mother.

How...how could you do this?

"Do you think it's me too?" Qu Ling asked the manager.

The steward didn't dare to nod. "How about detaining Nanny Fang first and waiting for the Marquis's letter before making further arrangements?"

Qu Ling then continued to wipe away her tears with her handkerchief, "My wet nurse died, and I'm sick, so I can't leave for the time being."

When she turned around, there was a smile in her eyes.

The poison was bought from Madam Mu in the house next door.

She asked Madam Mu to take her pulse.

Same as in the previous life.

"Furongxiao," Madam Mu said expressionlessly, "it will turn you into a madman."

"Can you solve it?" Qu Ling asked.

Madam Mu remained indifferent, "Just don't eat it."

"Can it be matched?"

“It’s very expensive.”

Qu Ling bought a bottle of lethal poison and fed it to Nanny Zhou.

There was also a bottle of Furongxiao, which she wanted to take back to the capital.

In March, new branches sprout from tree trunks and dead grass turns green.

Of course Qu Ling was not sick, so he took Tingqin to Nanchan Temple.

The temple is not very popular.

During the six years that Qu Ling was in Jiangzhou, she came every month and everyone in the temple knew her.

"I am leaving now and want to ask the master for something." Qu Ling knelt in front of the Buddha and looked devoutly at the kind-looking old monk who was sitting cross-legged.

"The donor's violent aura seems to have become even stronger," said the old monk.

Qu Ling clasped his hands together and said, "I will burn incense and chant scriptures to ward off disasters and resolve difficulties."

The old monk closed his eyes for a long time before untying his Buddhist beads and placing them in front of the incense table. "Young lady, please recite the sutras. Recite the mantra for the afterlife a thousand times to prevent the deceased's soul from entering your dreams and burning you in the fire of karma."

One hundred and eight ebony Buddhist beads, each with a scripture.

Qu Ling knelt before the Buddha and wrapped the Buddhist beads three times in his palm.

The sandalwood incense curled up, and the Buddha statue lowered its head, gazing compassionately at the woman kneeling on the cushion.

The hall was silent.

The old monk left without knowing when.

When Chi Yuan walked into the hall, he saw a girl in a white dress muttering to herself.

When I got closer, I realized that what she was reciting was not Buddhist scriptures, but people's names.

Twirl a Buddhist bead and recite a person's name.

“…No one can escape…” The girl closed her eyes and had a strange smile on her face.

Chi Yuan couldn't help but ask after hearing those names, "Is the young lady from the Dingxiang Marquis' Mansion?"

Qu Ling suddenly opened his eyes and stopped moving his hands.

He raised his eyes, but his breathing stopped.

The man in the green robe was handsome, with picturesque features, and he exuded a scholarly air in his every move.

But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, with a look of inquiry.

Pond.

Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, the eldest son of the Marquis of Jingwei.

In her previous life, she was imprisoned in the Dali Temple after killing someone.

Chi Yuan asked her, "What's your reason?"

She didn't want to speak, curled up into a ball, so thin that she looked like a skeleton.

Chi Yuan asked tirelessly, "Did they bully you? Did they force you into a desperate situation?"

She still didn't want to say it, but her tears kept falling.

Chi Yuan came every day, squatted in front of the cell and talked to her.

His voice is very nice, warm and gentle, which makes people feel at ease.

Even when she died, the only person who sent her off was Chi Yuan.

The poisoned wine was sent by the eldest princess.

The prince insisted on having her executed by slow slicing in the court, and the princess had no choice but to send her off like this.

The moment before she closed her eyes, she saw Chi Yuan standing not far away with his fists clenched, with struggle, reluctance, and pity in his eyes.

"Sir, do you recognize me?" Qu Ling smiled brightly.

I murmured silently in my heart, Chi Yuan, we meet again.

"Just now, the young lady mentioned names including the Marquis of Dingxiang and two young masters." Chi Yuan blushed and bowed in apology. "Don't listen to anything inappropriate. I apologize for my impoliteness."

Qu Ling said generously, "It's okay. I was reciting it for the Buddha to hear. The fact that you heard it just proves that we are destined to be together."

"Are they your enemies?" Chi Yuan asked.

Qu Ling raised his head and met his eyes.

Those were a pair of very beautiful eyes, clear and transparent.

She smiled slightly, "It's my family."

Chi Yuan was stunned.

"Young Master, we'll see each other in the capital." Qu Ling twirled her Buddhist beads, her skirt fluttering as she walked away.

The Marquis' Mansion should send someone else to pick her up.

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Dingxiang Marquis Mansion.

The old lady was furious. "How could you let a servant go to pick up the eldest daughter of the Marquisate, and even cause a death?"

She blamed Mrs. Song, the Marquis, "What did you do?"

Song quickly apologized, "My daughter-in-law was not thoughtful enough."

I feel disdain in my heart. It's so sanctimonious and hypocritical.

Doesn't she know who was sent?

But his face was sincere, "I asked Ah Heng to set off to pick up his eldest sister."

The old lady's anger subsided a little. "Ah Heng wants to study, don't disturb him. In my opinion, let Ah Sheng go."

Qu Sheng is the illegitimate son of the second wife.

Idle and doing nothing.

The smile on Song's face deepened a little. "Mother loves Ah Heng, and Ah Heng will always be filial to you."

The old lady was pleased, but still warned, "That old woman you sent should be beaten to death. The people around you should also be purged. Today is different from the past."

Song's smile remained unchanged. "Mother is right. I happen to be entering the palace tomorrow, so I'll ask the Empress for a few people who know the rules."

The old lady's eyes tightened slightly.

This was to tell her that although Queen Dowager Song was dead, the Song family was still alive.

There is also Queen Song in the palace.

The old lady smiled wryly, "Is the yard ready for A Ling?"

Without waiting for Song's reply, he said, "How about letting her live in Nuanshanju?"

"That's Lianzhi's yard," Song Shi couldn't calm down anymore. "Are you going to kick Lianzhi out, mother?"

The old lady felt much better when she saw her lose her composure.

"What's the point of chasing her away? Ah Ling is my sister. The people you sent killed her wet nurse, and now she's coming back to make a scene. All she's doing is making a fool of herself at the Marquis' Mansion."

When Song came out, her eyes were dark.

"Do we really have to give up Nuanshanju?" Mother Cao, whom Song trusted the most, supported her.

"Of course not," Song said, "It's better to make a fuss."

It would be best if that bastard and that old witch died.