Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 57 The third bowl of soup (15)

It stands to reason that so far, the wish of the female ghost Zhu Cai has been fulfilled. For Concubine Ke Shu, living so unconsciously made her feel more uncomfortable than death. Whenever she was awake, she would think of her original lofty ambitions, but all of this was completely broken before it could be realized, but she still didn’t know why.

Because Qing Huan liked those poems, Emperor Jing Heng ordered people not to look at Concubine Ke Shu all the time. She wrote a poem and fed her food, otherwise, there was nothing. But how much inventory can Concubine Ke Shu have in her belly? It didn’t take long for Qinghuan to thoroughly understand her.

And what’s the use of keeping the worthless Concubine Ke Shu?

Qinghuan sighed lowly. Emperor Jing Heng was cruel, he never showed mercy to his enemies, which is why he can live to the present and hold the power tightly in his hands. Qing Huan promised to accompany him for the rest of his life, so he would not break his promise. So even after fulfilling the wish of the female ghost Zhu Cai, she did not turn around and leave, but continued to stay in this world.

Emperor Jing Heng treats her very well. This kind of goodness is completely free of impurities. He loves her, loves her, and respects her, but he doesn’t actually have much time to be with her. Qinghuan is not a hard-hearted person. How can Emperor Jing Heng treat her so sincerely? After all, he has been with him for more than twenty years. Emperor Jing Heng was lonely and bumpy when he was young, and he was doomed to die young. When he was fifty years old, he held Qinghuan’s hand reluctantly and refused to close his eyes anyway.

The prince was young and promising, and he was extremely clever, and Da Wei would not bury him in his hands. In this life, his name has survived the ages, he has worked hard to govern, has a lover, and has all his affection and affection. What can he not let go of?

Probably, it is only the grievance that left her alone in this world, right?

Qing Huan is not sad about the death of Emperor Jing Heng, because she knows that his life’s merits have been fulfilled, and that he will be reborn in a good family in the next life, and will not be as lonely as this life. It’s just that the two will never see each other again.

But it doesn’t matter what you see or not, life is just like that. If she couldn’t let it go, how could she be worthy of the love of Emperor Jing Heng?

After becoming the queen mother, Qing Huan no longer needs to take care of Emperor Jing Heng, because he has already left. The new emperor is talented and intelligent, and she does not need her to teach many things, but whenever he encounters a major event that is difficult to choose, the new emperor will still consult his mother. In his heart, the mother and the father are the smartest people in the world. . It’s just that since the death of the father and the queen, the spirit of the mother’s queen has not been very good, I hope he can find something to keep the mother from being so depressed.

Qinghuan feels that this is her luck. So far, her four children in two worlds, each of them are caring and sensible, and very filial to her. The first three were born in the body of the female ghost Hongluan, but the new emperor was born from her new body. Strictly speaking, Xindi was her first child. And Emperor Jing Heng was also the only person in these worlds who was sincere to her, so Qing Huan was also very concerned about the new emperor, especially when she learned that the new emperor’s so-called difficult to make decisions were afraid of her. I missed the excuses that Emperor Jing Heng found too much, and I was even more relieved.

She has lived in this world for another ten years, and when the new emperor completely takes the government in his hands, she can finally feel at ease.

The Queen Mother Xiaoxian passed away, and the whole country was in grief. Every household stayed behind closed doors, and the front door was covered with white banners. The emperor never went to court in March. After learning the news, Li Wufu, who was far away in the rivers and lakes, could not tell what it was like to be alone so far. After so many years, he also had a lot of pink confidants, but the only thing he remembered in his heart was the affectionate dialogue between Qing Huan and Emperor Jing Heng that night.

Maybe he is devilish.

As for the other people who liked Ke Molan, they all married and had children. No one ever mentioned Ke Molan again. This woman became an unspeakable stain in their lives.

However, Ke Molan lived to be eighty years old. On the day of her death, she kept chanting unfairness! She refused to accept her destiny until she died. She is looking forward to die once, cross again, and start all over again. This time, she will never fail again!

But opportunities are not what you want to get. Because of her wishful thinking, naturally there are bitter fruits waiting for her.

This time, when he returned to the head of Naihe Bridge, Qing Huan still glanced at the emperor sitting by the stone. Perhaps because of Emperor Jing Heng, she felt a little pity for this man inexplicably. When the palm of the hand is turned over, the cause and effect is revealed, but there is nothing in it that has anything to do with this person. Neither his previous life nor this life can see it. Qing Huan frowned slightly, put away the causal stone, and slowly walked onto the bridge.

The female ghost Zhu Cai is still standing in front of the fire, Qinghuan has been in the world for decades, and the bridge on the Naihe bridge is no more than a flick, but Wangchuanhe has already spent thousands of years. She scooped out the soup and handed it to the female ghost Zhu Cai. The female ghost Zhu Caiqi took it, and drank slowly. Qinghuan looked at her with a smile, and pointed behind her back: “Go there.”

The female ghost Zhu Cai looked at her blankly: “Where is that?”

Qinghuan thought for a while and said, “It’s a better place. You won’t regret it if you go.”

“Then…may I not go?”

“I’m afraid not.” Qing Huan said. “If you don’t go, you can only jump from here.”

The female ghost Zhu Cai looked at the calm surface of the Wangchuan River. Qinghuan stretched out **** between her brows. In an instant, the female ghost Zhu Cai saw the countless ghosts in the Wangchuan River, and she was shocked. Sigh, I can’t say anything anymore.

After sending away the female ghost Zhu Cai, Qing Huan stood alone at the bridge head. Now she has a certain number in her heart. Although there is no one to guide her, she can still fulfill each ghost’s wish smoothly. That little girl… Qing Huan hadn’t thought of it for a long time. She felt that she was in a good state, and it would be better to forget some things she didn’t want to remember. The past is over, what can’t she let go of? The decades of living with Emperor Jing Heng made her understand that she shouldn’t despise the love of men and women in this world, it is very difficult to just make her believe. If Emperor Jing Heng hadn’t met her now, what would happen?

That will always be an unknown number, and no one will know it.

Thinking of the world in Ke Molan’s mouth, Qinghuan had never heard of it and had never seen it. She was full of curiosity about that world. Qinghuan could not imagine the existence of such a world. It is a pity that the world is not that she can choose to go forward at will, but has to be always there Watching on the bridge, waiting, waiting for someone to come again.

This time, she waited a long, long time. It was so long that she herself couldn’t remember how long it had passed. During this time, she re-engraved the three-character Naihe Bridge hidden on the pier on the bridge body, so that she could see it at a glance. On the banner of the tea stall, she wrote the four words “Dangheyan Early”.

This time the soup was boiled for a long time and no one came. There was nothing on the bridge except for a tea stand.

Qing Huan didn’t know where her body was at the moment, or where the mysterious little girl was. It seems that between this world, there is only her left, and there are countless ghosts in this Wangchuan River. She stayed quietly, sometimes walking from end to end of the bridge, back and forth for unknown times.

One day, someone will come.

The soup has boiled, but the man’s obsession is to be with the man he loves in the next life.

This is impossible. They have no chance in this life, and they will not be able to stay together in the next life. The man was full of evil and murdered like hell. He was supposed to fall into eighteen hells and suffer all the suffering, and then turn to the animal realm and reincarnate for the tenth time before he could be a human again. But this woman has great merit. In the next life, she will be reborn in the house of the emperor and become the eldest princess, recruit a talented man who loves her deeply, have children, and live a happy life.

However, she has only this one wish.

This cannot be done, and it is not allowed in the book of life and death. Qing Huan had seen her in this life in the morning, but the female ghost refused to drink the soup. She looked at Qing Huan stubbornly, her determined eyes full of persistence and desire for love.

Qing Huan sighed: “Have you really thought about it?”

The female ghost nodded, her expression firm.

“It’s okay if you don’t drink, but you can’t go any further.” Qing Huan said lightly, and looked at Wangchuan River. Countless ghosts are crying and howling, but the female ghost can’t see them at all, but Qinghuan clearly sees it. She glanced at the female ghost again. The female ghost had a beautiful face and a haggard face. She asked, “If you refuse to go, how can you know that he won’t go?”

The female ghost bit her lip and said: “What I keep is my love, I have to wait for a result.”

So why bother to walk on this Naihe bridge? It would be better to learn from the emperor and stop at Naihe Qiaotou. Even if it turns into nothing one day, it can still retain the memory and appearance. “You don’t need to drink it, but if so, you have to jump off this bridge and endure thousands of years of suffering in it. If you don’t change your mind after a thousand years, you can use your merits in exchange for staying with him forever, but also Only one life.”

The female ghost nodded without hesitation.

Qing Huan looked at her desperate for love, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she said with pity: “One day in the world, Wangchuanhe is a thousand years, and a thousand years in the world. How long do you know how long you will suffer in it?”

“No matter how long it takes, I am happy.”

After speaking, he jumped down without hesitation. The moment she jumped down, the lonely ghosts stretched out their hands and pulled her in, tearing them into tens of thousands in an instant. The female ghost screamed and was in pain, but it was all she had to bear. Her intact flesh and body are what the ghosts who have long been mutilated are most eager to get. Sooner or later, she will fight with other ghosts for an eyeball and become one of them.