The Demon Concubine of God

Chu Yanqiu stood at the back door of Taohuazhai in a daze.

Shen Wen had disappeared for three days. After Shi Qicai's men sent her to this door that day, he led his men to break into Taohuazhai and searched, but did not find anyone. Shi Qicai's servants were taken back for interrogation, but they all cried out for injustice, saying that they had never fought with his men, and would not kidnap his men to seek death. So Chu Yanqiu ordered people to beat them up severely, and they even told all the bad things they had done in their lives, but they had no memory of kidnapping Shen Wen.

Chu Yanqiu went to Taohuazhai several times later, but still found no trace. He stood in front of the door of Taohuazhai and recalled the layout of the house. It was no different from an ordinary house, except that there were more flowers and trees, and the house looked a little dilapidated because no one had lived in it for a long time. Chu Yanqiu and his team searched very carefully at the time, even looking through several rat holes in the house, but there was no useful clue.

Chu Yanqiu pushed open the door in front of him again. He felt that something was wrong with this house.

Shen Wen, who had already disappeared, was also distressed. She had been in this inexplicable ghost place for many days, and she was repeating the same thing every day, which was watching the masters and servants in the house in a passionate and abusive relationship. Some of them were willing, some were secretly in love, some were in a stalemate, and some were even gay men who were willing to die together.

Oh my god!!!

Each of them was not much worse than the classic online love novels. She even wondered if she had traveled back to the classical Chinese online novels again.

Moreover, all the main characters knew of her existence and told her their inner pain and suffering.

Look, the old man in front of him was painting his favorite work while chatting with Shen Wen: "The girl looks a lot like my old friend. Do you know where the similarity is?"

Shen Wen rolled his eyes at him in his heart, but asked, "Oh, how are they similar?"

He said: "Too much love."

Shen Wen said: "Sir, how can you tell that I am infatuated?"

The old man said: "No need to look, the ghosts who come to my Taohuazhai are all infatuated."

Shen Wen thought about the people and things he had encountered in the past few days, and realized that they were indeed all foolish people who only cared about romance.

The old gentleman finished his masterpiece, put down the pen in his hand, looked up at her and said: "You are also a pitiful person, you are so deeply hurt. Since you have come to me, why don't you put the past behind you and be a happy ghost from now on?"

Shen Wen felt it necessary to follow this person's instructions, so he nodded and said "hmm".

After leaving the old gentleman, Shen Wen recalled the night when he performed the flute.

As she played the tune, she recalled the sad scene in her dream. Now she could not remember the woman's face, but only knew that she was extremely miserable and cried heartbroken. But in an instant, she felt that the one who was pitiful and miserable was not a woman, but a man. At that time, she could not see his face. Looking at the man's back, Shen Wen only thought of Aunt Shen, the owner of the body she was reborn into.

So Shen Wen, who was playing in reality, changed the tune unconsciously and played the song that the person in the dream taught her. The more she played, the more sad she felt, as if the person crying in the hazy dream was none other than herself, and her heart ached.

Although Shen Wen was heartbroken, she struggled subconsciously. She even asked herself why she was so sad. She thought about Chu Yanqiu imprisoning her, about being a concubine, about living a life of depravity and giving true love to others. She hated why she lived like this, even though she was so cowardly that she degenerated from a noble student to become someone else's plaything, and even felt the changes in her body and became pregnant with that person and gave birth to a child, completely losing herself.

She couldn't control herself and vomited a large mouthful of blood. When she was about to faint, she saw the woman who had always protected and loved her floating in front of her, looking at her with heartache and anger, saying: "I have long said that the world is the most ruthless, and told you to follow me earlier, but you just didn't listen, and you wanted to hurt yourself to ashes?"

After that, Shen Wen’s eyes went dark and he knew nothing.

Shen Wen walked in the yard, thinking about the strange reason why she came here. The first thing she thought of was the woman. Could it be that woman was the flower fairy? Since she thought that this matter could not be reasoned with, she thought of the fake fairy Ji Xun again, and couldn't help but curse him in her heart. Now she fell into the hands of the demon fairy. The fake fairy Ji Xun knew it very well, but she didn't know if she sensed it. If she sensed it, she didn't come to save her. It was really hard for her to stay here. Who would want to be trapped in this hellhole forever?

As she was thinking, she came to a paulownia tree. There was a man standing under the tree, looking up at the branches of the paulownia tree in a daze.

Shen Wen had been here yesterday, and she had seen the person under the tree. But when she saw that person again, she still felt a little bit of heartbeat in her heart. It was not the kind of first love, but the admiration for the saintly image created by the orthodox ethics of Confucian scholars that had been hidden in her blood since ancient times. Shen Wen felt that the person in front of her was the only one who could imagine the saintly image in her heart.

She suddenly walked over in a very polite manner like a primary school student and greeted the gentleman Wen Chungui.

The young man, dressed in clean plain clothes, nodded gracefully and returned her greeting.

He looked at her with an elegant smile, his eyes revealing tenderness and longing that could not be concealed.

Shen Wen knew very well that he was looking at another person through her.

Maybe that person is the one the man in front of him is still waiting for even as a ghost.

The young man looked at her for a while and said, "Would you like to sit with me for a while?"

Shen Wen nodded.

So the two of them sat on the ground.

The phoenix tree's phoenix flowers, which were filled with a faint fragrance, occasionally fell beside them.

The man said: "Have you ever met the love of your life?"

Shen Wen suddenly thought of Aunt Shen who lost herself in love.

She felt that she was Aunt Shen at this moment, so she nodded involuntarily as a response.

Shen Wen said: "I wonder what your name is and who you are?"

He looked at her and smiled. Just when Shen Wen thought he would not answer, he said, "I am from the capital, my last name is Xiao Zhi."

Shen Wen said: "Young Master asked me if I have met the love of my life. I guess you also have someone you love, but I don't know how unique and wonderful that person is."

Xiao Zhi said: "His name is Ziying. If he were alive, he would be a unique and wonderful person in the world."

Shen Wen couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't he meet the young master again after death? Seeing how infatuated the young master was with him, I felt that God was really unfair that even after death, lovers couldn't get married."

I really mean this.

Shen Wen could sense from everything about Xiao Zhi that he was a lonely and desolate soul.

Xiao Zhi said: "We were not destined to be together in this life. He chose to give up his life for the unborn child in his belly, and his body was not originally in these three realms. We will never meet again in the world or in the underworld."

Shen Wen felt that this person was more and more miserable.

After a long while, Shen Wen sighed and said, "I wonder if you have any unfinished business. Since we can meet here, it is not accidental. If you have any request, please tell me. Although I am not a capable person, if you want to take care of it, I will keep it in mind and do my best."

Xiao Zhi was deeply moved by her action and kept looking at her with a smile.

Xiao Zhi said: "I once painted a portrait of him when I was alive. If you have the chance, please bring the painting to me. It will be considered as a chance for me to meet him."

Shen Wen said: "Oh! Then I wonder where your painting is?"

Xiao Zhi opened a medicine bag on his waist and took out a piece of paper written by himself and showed it to her. Shen Wen took it and read the address carefully, memorizing it one by one.

Xiao Zhi then took the note and put it back into the medicine bag.

Shen Wen had been watching his actions. She clearly saw the style and even the pattern of his medicine bag.

At this moment, Xiao Zhi suddenly became weak and powerless. He panted and slowly sat down next to the table, half lying on the table with a pale face. Shen Wen hurriedly checked his physical condition, and Xiao Zhi, who was in a difficult situation, still smiled and said to Shen Wen: "I'm fine, it's just an old illness that I haven't been treated properly, so I became a little weak."

Shen Wen took his pulse and found it was obvious that his heart rate was too fast and it was intermittent, but he couldn't find out what the specific illness was. Shen Wen had no choice but to help him to the ground and asked him to lie on his side to prevent his heart from being overly negatively pressurized.

Xiao Zhi laughed at her in his daze, "You are too worried. I am a lonely soul now. Are you afraid that I will die again?"

Shen Wen couldn't help but wake up as if from a dream.