The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Qingnu came to suppress people, but she was suppressed instead.

"It is the nature of ghosts to seek revenge. If you can take revenge on the spot, you will never stay overnight!"

Several muffled laughs came from the man's chest: "You are so awesome."

Qing Wu heard the joke and bit him on the arm in retaliation. She didn't hear the gasping sound, so she applied more force, only to get a sigh:

"Does the toothache hurt?"

Qing Wu bah bah bah: "You stinky inkstone, it's smelly and hard!"

His body suddenly stiffened, and Qing Wu took the opportunity to slip out. Just as she was about to stand up, he held her wrist again.

In the darkness, the man's voice became more serious: "What did you call me just now?"

"What's wrong with calling you a smelly inkstone?" Qing Wu's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, but her expression was as usual when she turned around.

"Xiao, Shen, Inkstone. Isn't your name the heavy and smelly inkstone?"

As soon as Xiao Chenyan's hand loosened, Qing Wu immediately ran back to the bed without looking at his expression.

The man looked at her through the screen, curling his fingers slightly and frowning.

Someone once called him that.

Qingwu could feel the gaze coming toward her through the screen. She touched her nose and felt that the judge's pen was about to move.

She had already sealed the mouth of the bad pen, otherwise the pen would definitely jump up and down and start cursing at this moment.

As a lesson from heaven and earth, she didn't deliberately show off her flaws this time, she just let it slip through her mouth.

"Has anyone called you that before?"

The man hummed.

Qing Wu rolled up the quilt and her voice sounded like she was really curious: "Who is so bold?"

"A little white-eyed wolf."

The little white-eyed wolf twitched his lips: "Oh? Then this little white-eyed wolf is quite powerful. He dares to act wild on your head."

Xiao Chenyan was silent.

Instead, Qing Wu's appetite was whetted and she stuttered twice: "Are you very close to her?"

Xiao Chenyan's dark eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Not close."

Qing Wu: "..." Yes, my aunt is just being sentimental.

Is she the only one who still takes that childhood friendship seriously?

The room became quiet, Qing Wu gritted her teeth.

"Why don't you ask further?"

Qing Wu curled her lips and said in a lazy voice: "What's there to ask of a little white-eyed wolf? You're not close to her. Don't disturb me when she's asleep."

With the quilt covering her head, Qingwu turned over and turned her back to the person.

Behind the screen, Xiao Chenyan sat with his arms stretched out, his eyes constantly staring in her direction.

Thoughts rise and fall.

When he was young, he had a good friend, the legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, Major General Yunzheng.

When I was seven years old, I was hunting in winter. When the rebels were out hunting, they surrounded the palace and massacred the female relatives who stayed there.

Mrs. Mu was pregnant at the time and took him to break out of the encirclement. When she narrowly escaped death, she was not very premature.

The baby was only seven months old at that time. He personally delivered the little baby girl in the ruined temple on a snowy day. The baby was so small that Mrs. Mu fainted after being born prematurely.

The child was crying from hunger. He was afraid that the child would die, so he cut his finger and fed her with his own blood.

This feeding lasted for three whole days.

Fortunately, the rebels were ambushed three days later, and Mrs. Mu and her children were safe and sound.

Mrs. Mu said that he was destined to the child and hoped to be named by him.

At that time, he thought of the child smiling in his arms.

——I see how charming the green mountains are.

He named the little girl: Qingwu.

That was the little guy who he delivered with his own hands and saved with his blood.

It was Xiao Douding whom he watched grow up as his sister. She was born in a snowy day and died in a heavy snowfall on the northern battlefield when she was twelve years old.

When parting, the last time they met, the little girl cried with red eyes and accused him.

——Brother Smelly Inkstone, Brother Bad Inkstone, you don’t slap people in the face, but you actually broke Brother Ziyuan’s face.

——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu He has such a pretty face, but you have damaged his face. Where can I find such a beautiful little brother in the future?

——I will never be close to you again. I will break up with you for one day. You should reflect on it. It’s hard to coax me when I’m angry~

Yes.

On the day she left, she said she would never be close to him again.

It was actually because he had a fight with that guy Xie Shu.

That little white-eyed wolf has a good color and loves skin, and his eyelids are so shallow that it makes his teeth itch.

Let him please him in every possible way. One second he was calling me brother, and the next second he saw Xie Shu, Hun'er flew away with Xie Shu's face.

A little white-eyed wolf.

But why did she die?

How could she die when she was so young?

Not only her, but also his old friend Yunzheng, his teacher Zhen Guohou and his wife, his father, queen, mother and concubine...

All the beautiful people in his memory were all destroyed on that winter day ten years ago.

Together with the naughty, stupid and ignorant Xiao Chenyan who was young, they all died.

His wandering thoughts were pulled back by the dull pain in his chest.

Xiao Chenyan looked at the woman who seemed to be sleeping soundly behind the screen and lowered his eyes. He wanted to ask about that time when he was walking on the Yin and Yang Road.

Where are the souls of those old friends?

They all died unjustly, so why have they never come to his dream for so many years?

If he came back, how could he not recognize him?

There was a squeak.

The man left the house.

Qing Wu opened her eyes with a faint look. The seal on the mouth of the judge's pen was released by her, but she did not dare to say anything rashly at this moment.

After a long while, Judge Bi carefully said: "Ah Wu, we are not sad."

"I don't even have a heart, so how can I have a heart to be hurt?"

The judge choked on his pen: "That's true, but I still have to condemn him for you! It's too much. Didn't you say that you two were childhood friends? You are said to be a white-eyed wolf, why are you not close..."

"Is there a white-eyed wolf like you who would still run back to the world to help him after he died?"

Qing Wu's voice was light, "Whether I'm rolling my eyes or not is another matter. As for not being close... maybe, after all, I was only twelve years old when I died. I was a little brat. How could I be that important to others?"

"I have repaid my kindness and found the souls of my parents and eldest brother. I will not stay with him anymore. We are mutually beneficial, so this is fine."

“It’s not that much involved, and I’ll feel comfortable when I leave in the future.”