Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Jiang Jingshu thought about it and finally decided to visit bailiyan in the prison. Bai Liyan is the prince. Where have you suffered so much? If there is an accident and you can't bear to announce your identity, then things will be in trouble.

She walked to the prison door, avoiding the eyes and ears of others.

Ning LUOQI arranged in advance, and she went into the prison smoothly.

"Only give half a column of incense time!"

The jailer carefully looked around and confirmed that there was no one before he put Jiang Jingshu in.

When she stepped into the prison, the smell of heavy decay came, and Jiang Jingshu frowned, but her face was calm and didn't reject much.

She was very familiar with the smell. It was the dead smell when the yuan family saw hell.

It was the bloody smell of her being kept in a cage and tortured to the point that there was no good meat on her.

After walking through the prison doors, he finally stopped and looked up. Bai Liyan was in messy clothes and looked pale. He was weak as if he would fall down the next moment.

"Seven young masters." Jiang Jingshu called.

Of course, you can't call your highness here. After thinking about it, you can use the young master instead.

Bai Liyan was stiff and looked up in disbelief. When he saw someone coming in front of him, his silent eyes gradually recovered and lit up a touch of hope.

"Jing, Jing Shu...?" he was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Why did she come here?

The prison was dark and the oil lamp was hazy.

In the messy place, she was like a beam of light, which suddenly crashed into her heart. She was wearing a moon white embroidered dress, bright and strange. When she took off her hat, her eyes were as clear as water, as if she could see through the hearts of the people.

Being stared at by her, Bai Liyan felt ashamed and wanted to get into the hole.

All this is his own fault.

If I didn't drink flower wine, I wouldn't be framed and fall into such a situation.

Bai Liyan bowed his head deeply. He would rather Jiang Jingshu hadn't come to visit him, so he wouldn't see him so down and out.

"Don't worry, seventh young master. You can go out soon." Jiang Jingshu comforted. Her voice was calm and had a special effect of calming people.

Bai Liyan was silent, strangled the iron railing and almost scraped off the iron sheet.

Jiang Jingshu took another bowl out of the basket. "This is the sobering soup boiled by doctor Tao. It moisturizes and nourishes the stomach. It will be much more comfortable to drink."

She handed the bowl with plain hands.

Bai Liyan stared at the bowl and her slender white hand.

The medicine in the soup exuded a fresh fragrance to dispel the disgusting and bloody smell here. Bai Liyan's tumbling and burning stomach seemed to settle down. He hurried to take the bowl and drank it.

It's really comfortable after drinking, at least not as heartburn and stomach burning as before.

"Thank you."

His voice was hoarse and dull.

Jiang Jingshu looked at Bai Liyan and was relieved to see that he was in good condition.

"Well, take care, seventh young master." if the matter is solved smoothly, bailiyan can come out of prison in these two days.

Jiang Jingshu turned to go. Bai Liyan was tangled in her heart and tightened it for a long time. When she saw that she was going to go, she subconsciously shouted. "Wait..."

Jiang Jingshu stopped and turned to look at him.

Bai Liyan was embarrassed and didn't dare to look straight. "Sorry..." he stumbled and spit out such a sentence.

Jiang Jingshu looked straight at him, "the person you are most sorry for now should be yourself."

Himself?

Bailiyan's heart was bitter. He made himself in such a situation. All this was his own fault.

The darkness around him oppressed him. Bai Liyan seemed to be drained of his strength and fell to the ground slowly.

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"Is this method really useful?"

"As the saying goes, I'm afraid of ghosts knocking at the door at night, not to mention killing people. As long as I'm not a malicious executioner, there will definitely be a psychological shadow." Jiang Jingshu said in a aside way.

Tao Qiming frowned and painted his face.

He thought he would never dress up as a woman again. Unexpectedly, he had to dress up as a woman again. No, it was a female ghost.

"Miss Jiang, this is really the last time. Don't call me next time!"

"I know, I know."

Tao Qiming chattered and expressed his dissatisfaction, but he still took it seriously.

"How?"

"Wait, let me see..." Jiang Jingshu looked at the portrait, on which was painted the dead woman ling'er. "It seems that the eyebrows are not very similar..."

"Now?"

"Good! I can't see anything different!"

Jiang Jingshu sighed that Tao Qiming's face changing technique was surprised no matter how many times he saw it. He completely turned into a woman's face on the picture scroll, just a little pale.

"The man will go to the peony building today. Just meet him at that time."

Jiang Jingshu rolled up the scroll and threw it into the brazier. Looking at the burning fire, sadness and sympathy flashed in her eyes. A flower like woman died in obscurity, but the man was at ease and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Don't worry, he will pay the price."

She muttered to herself in a voice so low that only she could hear.

"Miss Jiang, did you say anything?"

"Nothing..."

at night.

The peony building is full of wine and fun. Red lanterns are hung in the attic, enchanting and intoxicating.

The man staggered into the peony building, and then two women greeted him, "young master, you haven't come for a long time, have you forgotten our sisters?"

"No, I miss you, young master. I miss you so much!"

"Young master, you are good or bad..." the woman was coquettish and angry.

After three rounds of wine, the man felt dizzy and light all over. He had forgotten everything before.

The woman led the man to the room and said in a charming voice, "young master, wait here for a while, I'll be back soon..."

"Well, you have to hurry up." the man smiled drunk.

I don't know what incense was lit in the room. The blue smoke is ethereal and the smell is cold.

The man was lying on the bed with a heavy body.

"Water, water..."

He felt thirsty and wanted to drink water, but after shouting for a long time, no one paid attention.

Outside the room, Jiang Jingshu looked at the scene in the room with cold eyes.

"Miss, I brought the people as you ordered." the brothel woman looked clever.

Jiang Jingshu took out a beautiful hairpin from her sleeve and handed it to the woman. The woman was surprised and a happy look flashed in her eyes. I didn't expect the girl to be so generous and generous.

Although I don't know what it is to bring young master Liu here, what I do has nothing to do with her.

The woman took the hairpin and looked over and over, "then I'll retire."

"Water, water..."

The man felt like a fire in his throat. He got up vaguely and went to pour tea. After two cups of tea, I felt relaxed and sober at the same time.

The room was quiet, and he frowned unhappily.

"What's going on? There's no one!"

At this time, he saw the graceful woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror. The woman combed her long hair with a wooden comb, and her side face was as white as the person in the picture.

The man suddenly straightened his eyes, "you, who are you..."

He walked over step by step, and the more he saw, the more familiar he felt with the woman, as if he had seen her somewhere. However, in the end, seyi gained the upper hand. He went over and hugged the woman in front of the bronze mirror.

"Come and take good care of me. I will never treat you badly!"

"Who are you? Is it a new girl?" the man's hand kept groping up and down the woman.

The black haired woman turned her face rigidly, "young master... You don't know me..."

The sound was faint, cold and frightening, as if it had come from all directions.

At this time, the room also felt cold and misty, adding a strange feeling.

"You... You..."

The man stared at the man in his arms.

The woman in her arms was pale and bloodless, and her dark eyes stared at him!

His hair stood up and he felt cold from head to foot. She... She... She is linger!

Isn't linger dead? How did you show up here?

The man got up and almost didn't stare out his eyes. "You... You... Ghost! Ghost!"

"Young master, what did I do wrong... I'm so wronged to die..." the woman sobbed and cried with a frightening cry, "sobbing... Why did you kill me ruthlessly, young master?"

"I..." the man stepped back and couldn't speak in horror.

He turned around and was about to run, but rushed to the door and found that the room had long been locked and could not be pushed to open the door.

"Help! There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

"Young master..."

The faint voice came slowly to the man's ear from far to near. Linger's pale face, her eyes were deep in, her pupils were dark, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

"Young master, I'm so wronged..."

"Let me go! Linger, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it... Let me go, I'll burn you paper money every year, burn a lot of paper money!" the man flopped, knelt on his knees and kept rubbing his hands for mercy.

"I didn't want to kill you. It was just an accident. I didn't expect you to fall... It's true..."

"Young master..." the voice was faint. The female ghost didn't intend to let anyone go. She stretched out her cold and pale hand to pinch his neck.

The man wept bitterly, sniveled and wept, kowtowed desperately, "it's my fault! I'm wrong, I'm sorry for you! What can I do to forgive me? Don't hurt me..."

"Young master..." the woman stopped and stared at him with dark eyes. "As long as you plead guilty and sincerely apologize to me, I won't take your life."

"Good! I'll plead guilty!"

The man trembled and didn't dare to look at her. At last, he turned his eyes and fainted.

Tao Qiming looked down at the man who had passed out and rolled his eyes. "Are you so timid? Are you still a man?"

Jiang Jingshu opened the locked door and saw Tao Qiming with blood all over her face. She was also surprised. She quickly looked away, "wipe your face."

Tao Qiming wiped his face with his sleeve. "Will he take the initiative to plead guilty?"

Jiang Jingshu looked at the man and smiled coldly without answering.

The man woke up from a coma and found himself lying on a soft bed.

"Ah!" he uttered a scream, covered in cold sweat.

"Ghost, ghost..."

The room was quiet, as if everything was a dream. He wiped his sweat and was still in shock. He just seemed to see ling'er.

"Is it a dream?"

He murmured and looked down. Yu Guang saw a handkerchief stained with blood on his hand. It was linger's handkerchief!

"Ghosts, ghosts!"