Chapter 69 Corpses, He Hid So Many Corpses
Xie Yanchen, Shen Yu, and Song Lianxin were having a great time chatting, and he couldn't help but invite them warmly, "Since the weather is so fine, I'll take you to see my collection, okay?"
Song Lianxin was curious, "I wonder what the collection is?"
"It's just some treasures!" Xie Yanchen's eyebrows curved happily. "Last time I wanted to take Ningning and Lao Si to see them, but unfortunately they weren't interested at all. I didn't expect to meet you two soulmates today and get along so well with you."
Shen Yu and Song Lianxin looked at each other.
I heard that Xie Yanchen was disliked by the King of Zhenbei, but he was able to enter and leave the palace freely today, which shows that the relationship between father and son has shown signs of thawing.
Although he is a concubine's son, he is still a prince of the royal palace. It will never go wrong to have a good relationship with him.
And since he said it was a treasure, it must be a collection of pearls, agates, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings.
He looks silly, and maybe because they get along well with each other, he will generously give them some rare treasures.
Song Lianxin said happily, "Then let's get going now. I can't wait to see the Second Young Master's treasure."
Wen Xingluo raised his hand weakly, "Can I not go?"
Chen Yu scolded her, "Why is Miss Wen not sociable at all?"
Xie Yanchen tugged at Wen Xingluo's sleeve, his eyes filled with tears as he pleaded softly, "Ningning, just go take a look. It's really beautiful. I promise you'll like it."
Wen Xingluo: “…”
She didn't believe him at all.
But she couldn't stand Xie Yanchen's tears and had to follow him reluctantly.
The carriage passed through the streets.
Wen Xingluo lifted the curtain and took a look.
The Qibao Canal has begun to function and the water on the streets is not deep.
Because Xie Guanlan borrowed grain from Hanzhong County in advance, the grain shops had sufficient supply, and the people did not scramble and trample on the grain as in previous lives, and the prices did not rise to a level that ordinary people could not afford.
She looked at the gloomy sky again.
There will be many more days of heavy rain.
I hope there won't be too many casualties this time.
The carriage drove all the way to the charity cemetery.
Song Lianxin stepped out of the carriage and looked at the remote and gloomy manor. She couldn't help but feel terrified. "Cousin, where is this place? Why is there no living person?"
Chen Yu replied, "The treasure is valuable. Hiding it in such a desolate place will keep it from being targeted by thieves. This is a great wisdom, Second Young Master."
Xie Yanchen was very enthusiastic. "Master Shen and Miss Song are my first visitors. When you look at the collection later, if you like anything, just take it home. It's hard to find a soulmate who understands you. Consider this my gift to you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu and Song Lianxin were immediately very excited and quickly followed him into the manor.
Wen Xingluolu was the last one to fall, silently tightening his little cloak.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
A shrill scream broke the silence on the farm.
Wen Xingluo saw Chen Yu and Song Lianxin crawling out of a room.
Song Lianxin was horrified, "Ghost! There's a ghost!"
Chen Yu trembled all over, grabbed Wen Xingluo, and swallowed his saliva in fear, "Your second brother...what kind of messed up collection did your second brother collect?! Corpses, he hid so many corpses!"
Wen Xingluo looked at him quietly.
He was born with a handsome appearance, but unfortunately his face was pale and timid at the moment, which did not look good at all.
Compared to Xie Guanlan, who is always calm and composed no matter when and where, he is really far behind.
She was a little annoyed with him.
She slowly brushed his hand away, "You guys wanted to come and see it, and you're not happy after I showed it to you."
"We thought he was talking about gold, silver, jewelry, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings!" Song Lianxin said sternly, "Who knew he would hold up a dried-up severed hand and ask me if I liked it?! Who would like that kind of thing?!"
Wen Xingluo's gaze passed over the two of them and fell under the eaves.
The young man in white clothes as white as snow stood there quietly, with a bright red cinnabar mole on his forehead.
It seemed that because of what Shen Yu and his sister said, his face was full of hurt, and he looked pitiful and about to cry.
I really shouldn't shed tears over such beautiful Guanyin noodles.
Wen Xingluo saw it, sighed, and suddenly said, "I like it."
Shen Yu and Song Lianxin were stunned.
Xie Yanchen was equally incredulous.
Wen Xingluo repeated, "I like Second Brother's collection."
Song Lianxin was terrified, "You two are really sick! Cousin, let's go quickly!"
Shen Yu was also very scared. He didn't bother to continue to curry favor with the Zhenbei Palace and ran away quickly.
Xie Yanchen walked up to Wen Xingluo and asked cautiously, "Sister, do you really like it?"
Wen Xingluo: “…”
Actually, she doesn't like it either.
But who made him cry?
Who made her soft-hearted?
She said stubbornly, "Yes."
"Then I'll take my sister in for a tour." Xie Yanchen happily pulled up her sleeve.
Wen Xingluo followed him into the house and couldn't help but hold his breath.
The room was very spacious and contained many corpses.
Some have been air-dried, while others have undergone special treatment to maintain their fresh appearance.
Xie Yanchen explained, "After they died, they were sent to the charity cemetery, but no one came to take them home. According to the rules, they should have been sent to a mass grave, but I felt really sorry for some of the people there, so I kept them here to keep them company."
Wen Xingluo followed him inside, his face turning pale.
She saw the skeletons of a pair of babies lying in a bamboo and wooden cradle, sleeping in each other's arms.
Xie Yanchen followed her gaze and smiled, "I found these on the road. I heard from the villagers nearby that their families disliked them because they were little girls and abandoned them as soon as they were born. But I saw how beautiful they were, and how well-behaved they were lying in the snow, so I picked them up and even arranged for them to have mothers."
Wen Xingluo looked at the woman next to him.
Xie Yanchen introduced, "This woman was sold to a brothel by her husband to pay off gambling debts. She fell ill and was abandoned by the brothel owner in a back alley to fend for herself. I happened to be passing by and, at her request, traded the rest of her lingering life for one day's extension. That day, she was free of her illness and lived like a normal person. She returned home, made her husband a bowl of noodles, mixed it with rat poison, and fed him. She watched him bleed to death, then dressed in her virgin clothes, dressed beautifully, ate rice cakes and candy, and died peacefully in front of her mother's grave."
The woman's body was so well preserved that even the rouge on her lips was bright red.
It can be seen that the woman is very beautiful, with some childishness on her cheeks.
He must have been only eighteen or nineteen years old when he died.
Wen Xingluo looked at the corpses and somehow, he suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.
She followed Xie Yanchen into the inner room. Unlike the desolate and bleak Yizhuang, this room had pearl curtains and green screens, and the windows were bright and clean. There was even a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone spread out on the desk.
A blackened and charred corpse wearing a gorgeous green dress was sitting by the window, holding a book in his hand.
Xie Yanchen was very gentle, "Auntie, I brought my sister to visit you."
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