Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

Ding ding ding.

The ringing sound gradually became clearer.

It was dark all around, the streets were filled with black fog, and there was no one around.

The ancient wooden door was closed tightly, and two lanterns were hung on the eaves, emitting a faint red light, which reflected a few large characters on the plaque.

National Teacher's Office!

Ding Ding Ding!

The ringing of the bell became more urgent, breaking through the dark night, and stopped in front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

Looking again, the originally empty streets were suddenly filled with people.

It's more like a ghost than a human being.

They look different, some have cheeks covered with scales, and some spit out snake bites.

These ghosts were carrying various wooden boxes in their hands. There was no trace of blood on their faces, and you couldn't even see the rise and fall of their chests.

At this time, the corners of their mouths were raised, showing a strange and stiff smile. As soon as they crowded in front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, no one went in early.

The bell rang again, but this time it was much gentler.

From the depths of the night, a red point of light gradually grew larger.

Four little girls wearing fox masks and buns came slowly carrying a red wedding sedan.

Looking back, the ghosts and monsters crowded in front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion were all kneeling on the ground respectfully to welcome the arrival of the wedding sedan.

As if there was no one in the sedan, the little girl was carrying the sedan with one hand, and a string of rattles hung on her other arm.

The bell jingled, the curtain was slightly rolled, a jade hand stretched out, and then there was a burst of gongs and drums.

The street suddenly became bright, and those people kneeling on the ground disappeared like an illusion. Instead, in front of the Imperial Master's Mansion, there was a group of people carrying congratulatory gifts to attend the wedding banquet.

These people were chatting and laughing, following the wedding sedan.

The young man wore a crimson satin robe with golden lines on the edge and a jade belt around his waist. He rode a horse with tenderness between his brows and greeted the wedding sedan.

In the past, the young man dressed in crescent-white clothes was as clear and warm as the moon. Now, the young man dressed in red is as bright as the sun, burning deep in his heart.

"The bride gets off the sedan!"

With a shout, the curtain rolled up, the same red clothes,

The woman wearing a red hijab leaned out of the sedan.

The young man in red bent down slightly, his eyes full of tenderness, stretched out a hand, took the woman's hand, and took her out of the sedan.

Step by step, they walked to the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the two of them were husband and wife.

Suddenly, the woman stopped and slightly pulled the young man's sleeve. The young man tilted his head and listened to the woman's words.

Then the young man smiled softly, shook his head, took the woman's hand, and continued walking.

No one heard clearly what the woman said to the young man.

There was a burst of cheers all around, and the people carrying gifts looked at the beautiful couple, smiled at each other, and followed them into the house.

After entering the house, the banquet had already been laid out, and everyone who came found their own seats and sat down, chatting and laughing while eating the dishes.

There was no worship between the heaven and the earth, the high hall, or the husband and wife worshiping each other. The young man just smiled gently and led the woman into a room.

“Why don’t you, husband, want to pay homage to Manzhu?”

The woman's oriole-like voice came from under the red hijab.

The young man in red sat aside and was silent for a long time before he spoke with a clear voice.

"I don't fit"

"Does your husband dislike Manju?"

The woman sobbed and pulled off her red hijab, revealing a gorgeous face.

At this time, the woman's face was full of tears, and the makeup on her face was already a little smudged. At this time, the woman did not look embarrassed at all, and I felt pity for her.

A handkerchief appeared in front of the woman, and the young man spoke with sincere eyes.

"I have never disliked you, and I have never loved you."

The surrounding scene changed, guests outside gathered around the room, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

The woman stopped wiping her tears, looked at the young man, her eyes were red, and she roared hysterically.

"You had known that all this was false, so why did you still accompany me in this scene!"

"When you crossed the Naihe Bridge, you had already lost three souls. You have been in the world for too long and your soul is gone."

The young man looked out the window and his voice was ethereal.

Song Wenzhu said hoarsely,

The expression looks like crying and laughing at the same time.

"Then have you ever thought about how long you can stay in this underworld?"

The young man turned his back to the woman and said nothing for a long time.

"I'm fine"

Even if you die, you can come back again.

Song Wenzhu's heart trembled violently and she froze on the spot.