Chapter 57: Resentment
When the people in the room heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
Seeing Gong Mingcheng about to put down his pen to go see his son, Wei Qingyan quickly grabbed him and shouted, "Don't mess around, don't stop, unless you want him to really die."
Her voice was not loud, even a little weak, but extremely intimidating, "I won't let him die!"
no way!
She took off the jade hairpin on her head, and her black hair instantly fell apart. She quickly cut her palm and blood gushed out.
Wei Qingyan dripped his blood into the teacup and said to the Gong brothers, "Copying the scriptures with blood, your mind must not be disturbed.
Gong Changying has been a ghost for a long time. He has lost his consciousness and is only obsessed with the resentment in his heart. We only guessed half of it before. The accident of the young master is his warning to us.
I'm trying to buy it an incense stick of time. During this time, you must sincerely copy scriptures for it while answering my questions to help me find the other half of the reason, so that this resentment can be truly resolved."
"Miss Chang, are you saying that my son is fine?" Wei Yiran stopped running and looked at Wei Qingyan with tearful eyes.
Wei Qingyan was still dripping blood into the teacup, and without turning his head, he said, "It's okay for now."
He turned back as he was about to run out and walked to Wei Qingyan, "Excuse me, young lady."
She understood. If she could find the other half of the reason within an incense stick, her son would be able to survive. If she couldn't find the answer, her son would be dead.
Looking at Miss Chang's pale face and bright red palms, she took out a handkerchief and stood beside Wei Qingyan, ready to offer it to her whenever she needed it.
The accident that happened to her son was caused by ghost resentment, which cannot be cured by ordinary doctors. Even if she went, it would be in vain. It would be better to trust Miss Chang.
Maybe there is still a chance.
Yu Liangzhi stood up but froze in mid-air. After listening to Wei Qingyan's words, he sat back in his chair.
Qin hurried to the door and stood in for Donggua, saying in a trembling voice, "Don't panic, let the eldest son guard the youngest son."
Donggua felt like the sky had fallen when he couldn't detect Gong Jin's breath. He cried and shouted all the way to call for help, but to his surprise, none of his masters went with him.
"Master, the young master is dead." He thought his masters didn't hear him clearly, so he said it again.
These words made the hearts of the people in the room tighten again. Gong Mingcheng didn't dare to stop and said, "Donggua, go and guard Jin'er."
The time of a stick of incense is limited, and we can’t let winter melon waste it.
Gong Mingcheng only felt that his hands were shaking.
Although Donggua also heard what Wei Qingyan said, he was sure that the young master had died. How could a person who had no breath not die?
But he had to obey the master's order. He twisted his butt and howled, "Master, Master, you can't die. What about Winter Melon..."
With Donggua's departure, the room fell into deathly silence.
Seeing time passing by little by little, Wei Qingyan did not speak again, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the foreheads of the Gong brothers.
In addition to worrying about Gong Jin, he also felt an inexplicable resistance, and the pen in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Wei Yiran's heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil, and her hand was always holding a handkerchief.
But Wei Qingyan was still squeezing out blood, filling two teacups with blood, and her face was almost blue-gray.
One lamp was placed in front of Gong Mingcheng, and the other was placed in front of Gong Minglou.
When Wei Yiran thought she would stop there, she began to draw quickly in the air with the blood on her other hand. Gong Mingcheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the resistance in their writing disappeared.
"Cough..." After the blood talisman was drawn, Wei Qingyan coughed and blood flowed out from the corner of his lips again. His straight back leaned back exhaustedly.
Wei Yiran was so shocked that he didn't care about anything else. He quickly supported her from behind. Looking at the two swirls on Wei Qingyan's head, the tears that he had finally hidden blurred his eyes. "Miss Chang, what can we do?"
Her voice trembled violently as she tried hard to steady Wei Qingyan's body.
at the same time.
In a Zen room, an old monk who was meditating and looked as thin as a stick suddenly opened his eyes and sighed heavily, "Fool, oh fool, my foolish child..."
Inside Prince Rong's mansion, Shi Yu, who was reading in the study, suddenly felt uneasy and hurried out of the room, "What is Miss Chang doing today?"
Inside the palace, the emperor was strolling in the imperial garden with his concubine when he felt a dull pain in his chest. He pressed his fist against his chest and fell heavily to the ground.
On the official road to Beijing, a woman in black and a hood was galloping on her horse. Suddenly, her originally pale face turned even paler. She raised the whip in her hand high and said, "Gee..."
Wei Qingyan's strength disappeared, and he leaned on Wei Shiran for support, closing his eyes and thinking.
The Gong brothers' sweat dripped down again, this time they were anxious because time waited for no one.
Yu Liangzhi could no longer sit still and walked over to Wei Qingyan. He was already thinking about what else Gong Changying might have resented, but he had no idea.
Wei Shiran's heart was torn into two, and both halves were in excruciating pain.
Half of her heart is worried about her son, and half of her heart is distressed for the person in her arms.
Qin's nails dug deeply into her palms, her eyes looking out the door for a while, then at Wei Qingyan.
But no one dared to disturb Wei Qingyan.
Everyone has eyes, and even if they don't understand what she just did, they can see the blood she shed and the energy she lost in an instant.
She was the type who tried her best to avenge the Gong family, even at the cost of sacrificing herself.
Wei Qingyan frowned deeply. After a long pause, she asked, "Before Gong Changying died, did she tell her two sons about the tombstone?"
"No, this matter was handled by my mother and the old housekeeper." Gong Mingcheng answered very quickly.
"Then ask him if he asked for his origin to be written on his tombstone before he died. Did he ask for it to be written as "daughter of the Hua family, son of the Gong family"?
Gong Mingcheng didn't have time to think and acted accordingly.
Yu Liangzhi's eyes lit up slightly.
Yes.
When Gong Changying died, his eldest son Gong Mingcheng had been in charge of the family for many years. Although he wanted to erect a monument for his father after his death, he did not entrust the matter to Mingcheng and his brothers, but asked his wife and housekeeper to take care of it.
According to the old housekeeper, Changying wanted the Persian cloth for two reasons: one was to thank Aunt Jiehua for her kindness, and the other was to please her younger sister.
Changying was an honest official and an upright person throughout his life. The only two people who had a profound influence on him were Aunt Hua and his younger sister.
He wore women's clothes because Aunt Hua had died and he could not repay her for saving his life, so she pretended to be his daughter. Given his sentimental nature, he would most likely ask for this to be stated on the epitaph.
After all, the inscription is the final proof of a person's journey in this world.
But the inscription on the tombstone is not like the funeral clothes. The funeral clothes are worn in the coffin and others cannot see them, but the inscription on the tombstone cannot be hidden.
Whether it was because the younger sister didn't want others to delve into Changying, or for the sake of the Gong family and the reputation of her two sons, she probably didn't want others to see such an inscription, so she broke her promise.
There was a hint of admiration in his eyes as he looked at Wei Qingyan.
On the other side, Gong Mingcheng had already asked Wei Qingyan's guess while copying the scriptures.
No one answered!
Nothing has changed in the house!
Plop, plop, the only sound was the sound of sweat dripping onto paper.
Gong Mingcheng repeated it again, and halfway through his words, he heard Wei Qingyan say, "Re-erect the monument according to his request, and when the monument is completed, burn the two sets of clothes for him.
This grudge has been resolved!"
After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes and fell weakly into Wei Shiran's arms.
"Miss Chang!" Wei Shiran didn't have time to be happy, and she hurriedly called out that her son was fine. Seeing this, Qin also hurried forward to support him.
A dark figure flashed up in front, picked up the man, and jumped out of Gong Mansion with light skills!
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