Song Huiyue simply curled herself, then secretly reached out and pinched four or five pink and white camellias. The camellias were big and small. She groped and inserted them into her head and inserted a flower crown.

Then she waited quietly in the darkness.

Such a beautiful glass flower room, those ladies who came to congratulate late at night would come to visit.

There are several doors in the garden. The servant walked back and forth, and then came out of this door and poked his head out of that door. He was very busy.

Soon an old mother ran over and shouted that she would put the tea in the garden. The refreshments were just put in place, and the female family flocked in. The jewelry and colorful clothes of each dressed up, so that Song Huiyue's head was inferior.

Song Huiyue walked out of the darkness calmly and fell naturally to the tail of the team, strolling leisurely as if she was also visiting the colorful glass room.

After following two steps, she looked back and then walked out of the garden as if she had forgotten something.

When passing by the hanging flower door, a round fan embroidered with a crane fell on the stone bench. She went forward to pick it up and covered her mouth and nose, like a real lady from a family, walking towards the backyard gently.

The difference between her and the lady from a family is that the smell is different. The round fan is fragrant, but she is not fragrant. Instead, she sweats heavily because of picking eggs. It would be nice if it doesn’t smell bad.

The backyard is not big, but the situation is complicated. Zhang Xiangye became the eldest son and daughter-in-law, and two granddaughters lived in the same yard. Mrs. Zhang had another yard. In the end, Zhang Xuzhi had to occupy another yard.

These four yards seem to be independent, but the roads are crisscrossed and spider webs are connected together. If no one leads the way, they will be confused about the fact that they are going to go in within a moment.

Song Huiyue passed by Mrs. Zhang's courtyard first.

There were all female relatives inside, all of whom were happy like tsunamis. Everyone was talking and laughing, and countless mouths opened and closed, making outrageous noises.

Suddenly, someone told a joke, which made everyone laugh. Song Huiyue covered her face with the laughter and continued to search in this silk hole.

She kept walking with her face covering her face, and the servants coming and going only thought she was a distinguished guest who came to congratulate her, perhaps to visit Mrs. Zhang, who had just given birth to the golden grandson.

Some people also speculated that she had taken the wrong path, but she had important things to do, so she was inconvenient to stop and ask, so she let Song Huiyue go.

Song Huiyue seemed to be strolling in the garden, but her eyes were not idle. She kept looking around and suddenly saw a group of servants coming in from the front yard surrounded by two people. She quickly avoided and hid behind the pillars.

The people who came in were Zhang Xiangye and Zhang family. Their faces seemed blurred among the servants. Song Huiyue glanced at him in a hurry and felt that Zhang Xiangye and Zhang Xuzhi were two faces carved from the same mold.

But Zhang Xu was young and nonsense, with a hint of pathology. He was a sick and beautiful man. When Zhang Xiangye reached middle age, he had experienced thousands of sails and became more dignified and upright, with a very good character.

The face of the Zhang family was mixed with Mrs. Zhang, but Zhang Xuzhang had no. He seemed to be born by Mr. Zhang himself, and even the same single eyelid was shared.

Song Huiyue stared at the old version of Zhang Xuzhi, staring at Mars, but her steps began to retreat.

A person like Zhang Xiangye is truly cunning and she dare not do anything randomly.

She was going to retreat with a group of women who were about to say goodbye.

This large group of people is also composed of several families, and we are not very familiar with each other. It is suitable for Song Huiyue to leave when she takes advantage of the troubled waters.

She still kept her face in the team. The two young ladies who were whispering behind turned their heads and looked at her, feeling that she was not very rich when she looked at her face. So she turned her head and stopped looking at her.

"It seems to be the girl from the Dou family... Dou Xiuzhi..."

"Dou Xiuzhi, the eloping one?"

"Um."

Song Huiyue listened silently, just as she was about to walk out, she suddenly heard a subtle cry from the flowers and trees not far away: "Mimi."

She stopped suddenly and looked into the flowers and trees.

The tall camellia tree did not shake at all, and the shouting sound just now disappeared.

Song Huiyue stopped and saw that the women in front of her were about to enter the garden and entered the corner door from the garden path. If she didn't leave, she would be a little shocked.

Moreover, the earlier she left, the more she was not familiar with the Zhang family, and the later she stayed, the more intimate she was with the Zhang family. If she wanted to mix it up, it would be much more dangerous.

In the end, she took a step forward and walked towards the camellia.

She carefully separated the branches and leaned over to see. There was nothing in the flowers and she didn't even see a cat's hair.

There was a rushing sound of footsteps behind her, as if someone was coming, so she simply walked through the flowers.

The other side of the flowers is incredible.

There was joy over there, and even the emperor gave Yuer buns, but this place was not infected by good news at all. Not only was it quiet, but even the servants didn't see any of them.

There is a small road in front of you. Apart from the camellia used for the boundary on both sides of the road, there are no more flowers and plants, and they just extend to the courtyard gate in such a blank space.

The courtyard gate is half open, and the inside is as deserted as outside, as if this is the cold palace of the Zhang family, where a person with great sins lives.

Song Huiyue wanted to find a shadow to hide and couldn't find it even if she could.

Too quiet.

The noise seemed to be coming from the horizon, and the wind blew over my ears, and I didn't know whether it was snow or sand in front of me, and roared into this quiet yard.

The half-open door became a half-open mouth, hiding a full stomach of ghosts and monsters.

Song Huiyue felt the danger and took two steps back, pressing against the wall, her heart sinking, but she doesn't continue to retreat.

She whispered: "Qinghui."

With the sound of the cat just now, she suspected that she had heard Qinghui's voice, but it disappeared after one sound, and there was no footprint left.

The word Qinghui goes with the wind, no one responds.

After that, the place became quiet again, which was very strange, allowing Song Huiyue to hear her heartbeat, the roar of blood flowing through her ears, and when she raised her legs and walked forward, she even heard the sound of bones.

These sounds shocked her because she knew that every step she took was a little more danger.

Without approaching the gate of the courtyard, she whispered again: "Qinghui."

This time there was a response in the yard, which was Song Qinghui's confused voice: "Sister?"

Qinghui!

Song Huiyue ran forward like a windy look at her feet, and crawled into the unclosed door, and she really saw Qinghui!

Qinghui was wearing a thick long cotton robe, with a dirty face and a pointed chin. She was holding a snow-white and thin kitten in her arms, sitting on the threshold and looking out.
Chapter completed!