The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

"Giggle!"

Followed by the sound of a rooster crowing.

Jiang Wanyi's eyes involuntarily followed the sound and looked towards its source.

But he happened to be met by Meng Hanzhi's gaze as he turned his head to look at him.

The sharp look in the other person's eyes frightened him so much that he quickly put down the veil he had lifted.

Continue to look at the nose with your eyes, and look at the heart with your nose, and sit back down.

I heard that wealthy families have a lot of rules. As a country boy, he should say less and make fewer mistakes in the future.

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"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"The couple bows to each other! The ceremony is over~"

Covered with a veil, Jiang Wanyi could not see the outside scene, and only felt that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

It was as if there was no one else in the room.

After Meng Hanzhi held the rooster and knelt with him face to face, the rooster in his hands was moved to Jiang Wanyi's arms.

As the two of them were moving, Jiang Wanyi's hand accidentally touched Meng Hanzhi's strong arm. His scorching body temperature made her stiff and she stood there at a loss.

The rooster almost fell to the ground because he didn't hold it tightly. Meng Hanzhi frowned slightly.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

After trying again just now, Jiang Wanyi discovered that the extremely high body temperature he felt when the man helped him avoid falling when they first met was not an illusion.

This temperature is not something a living person can bear, but it is also different from the coldness of a dead person.

Although he was full of questions, he pretended to be calm and responded.

"I'm fine"

The waiter who had been waiting outside the door saw that the roosters in the hall had been exchanged, so he stretched out his hand and led the way.

"Second Young Madam, please~"

After saying goodbye to Meng Hanzhi, Jiang Wanyi, holding the rooster for today's wedding in her arms, was led by the servant through twists and turns to the courtyard where Meng Yanzhi used to live.

The footsteps of the servant gradually faded away.

The veil just slipped down at this moment, and Jiang Wanyi reached out to grab it.

However, his sight was drawn to a pitch-black coffin not far away, with the word "葬" written on the front and tied with silver iron chains.

Iron chains wrapped around the coffin! No chance of rebirth!

The Meng family shouldn't treat their own son like this, but the facts before him shocked him immediately.

I didn't dare to linger on it for even a moment.

But the thought of having to live with this coffin containing the corpse for the next three years makes me feel depressed.

The cold and chilling sound from that night seemed to ring in my ears again.

Wanwan...

Although Jiang Wanyi had already had mental expectations on the way here, his body still couldn't stop shaking.

Just try to ignore its existence.

She lifted her skirt and left the mourning hall which was so oppressive that he could not breathe.

The view outside the yard gradually became wider, and the entire yard was extremely large.

Rockeries, waterside pavilions and rocks appear in endlessly.

Not to mention those exotic flowers and plants that are worth a fortune outside.

Jiang Wanyi continued walking along the path, and a house with a plaque on the door reading "Xuan Ji Xuan" came into view.

The door was closed but not locked. If he didn't want to live in the mourning hall where the coffin was placed, he had no choice but this one.

I pushed the door open without hesitation.

The house was surprisingly normal...

There was only a long desk, which was piled high with the Four Books and Five Classics.

There is also a whole wall of bookcases.

It looks like this should be a study.

Jiang Wanyi felt much more relaxed and continued to walk inside.

Behind the screen is a bed that looks like a place to lie down for a while in your spare time. Walking further in is the wall full of books.

Jiang Wanyi, who was overwhelmed by the series of things, loved books very much, but now he was in no mood to read these books one by one.

I originally thought that I would be able to get the answer after entering the Meng family, but I found that there seemed to be more and more mysteries.

The threads are tangled together and difficult to untie for a while.

Jiang Wanyi held the rooster in his arms, which had been unusually quiet except for crowing once on the road.

The one placed outside has been there for who knows how long, and it looks a bit old. I don’t know what is in the cage in front.

He closed the cage door carefully, scoffing to himself as he watched the rooster curl up in the dark shadows of the cage.

“There’s no difference between you and me”

After a tiring day, I was so exhausted that I lay down on Xuan Jixuan's bed.

Only then did he have time to sort out the messy thoughts in his mind.

The entire Yanzhu is very large, and the sight is full of beautiful scenery.

And this room full of books.

It seems that Meng Yanzhi must have been a freehand and romantic scholar during his lifetime, but why was his coffin tied with iron chains after his death?

Was this done intentionally by the servant or was he instructed by someone else?

Does the Meng family or Meng Hanzhi know about it?

Jiang Wanyi touched the shallow tooth mark on his shoulder and pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly. It seemed that there might be a result tonight.

He had never told anyone that he had been able to see the souls of the dead since he was a child.

I was never loved by my father, and ever since he married Gu, no one dared to mention me.

Apart from the endless work that the Jiang family had to do every day, everything they knew and learned was taught by Chunniang and the other three ghosts.

So compared to people who are hard to see through and guess, he is not afraid of these souls who are only left with obsessions.

It was obvious that Meng Yanzhi suddenly lost the physical body he depended on for survival.

After the three souls and seven spirits were lost, they have not all returned to the sheath, and only the unfulfilled obsessions in life are left.

It can't even be called a ghost soul.

Even if Chunniang didn't tell her more, Jiang Wanyi really couldn't understand it.

According to what Meng Yanzhi did that night due to his obsession with his soul.

His face turned red and then pale.

I didn’t expect that the eldest son of the Meng family was actually a boy ghost before his death.

It seems that his hard days will continue for some time.

Sure enough, not long after they fell asleep, the entire Xuanjixuan fell into darkness.

The rooster in the cage seemed to have wilted, with the red comb on its head drooping.

The faint bamboo fragrance of a few purple bamboos in the corner could not cover up the sandalwood scent that suddenly appeared in the house after the incense and candles burned out.

A slightly cold embrace came from behind the already sleeping Jiang Wanyi.

"Lady"

Jiang Wanyi closed his eyes tightly, unmoved.

He let the cool touch pass over his body.

"It's a beautiful evening today"

The man seemed very satisfied with his obedience and pressed his cold lips against his again.

"Red and tender hands, a slim waist, red lips, and pearly teeth"

"Black hair, long legs, soft and fragrant cheeks..."

"Curtain Pride"

The other person's mouth was full of extremely erotic doggerel.

And the cold touch of his fingers sliding wherever he talked.

Jiang Wanyi's body trembled involuntarily.

“The mark seems to have faded.”

Maybe it was because Jiang Wanyi didn't say anything and didn't open his eyes.

Meng Yanzhi touched the bite mark on his shoulder and sighed with a hint of regret, which made his heart skip a beat.

As if thinking of the severe pain from her shoulder that day, Jiang Wanyi bit her lip lightly and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

She held onto his shoulders to resist the ever-closer distance between them.

"Don't!"