The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"..."

Huo Wuhui's words were exaggerated. Xue Zhiyi thought to himself: He is worthy of being Huo Wuyou's younger brother. He is quite eloquent. He even used the books he was forced to read by his brother to scold Huo Wuyou.

Seeing Xue Zhiyi remained silent, Huo Wuhui thought she was going to refuse, so he said, "I can tell you a secret about my second brother in exchange!"

"Your second brother's secret?"

Huo Wuhui nodded firmly: "He hid something under his pillow, and no one is allowed to touch it. I also saw it secretly."

As he said that, he pulled Xue Zhiyi up and said, "Let's go. It's still early. Second brother won't come back so early. I'll take you to see him."

Having said that, it is never a good idea to pry into other people's secrets without permission, even if that person is her married husband.

"I'll ask him myself later, don't turn it over yet."

Huo Wuhui had already thrown away the pillow: "Don't worry, second sister-in-law, you don't have to be polite to my second brother, he..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze as if someone had pressed acupoints on him. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and didn't care about the secret anymore. He crawled under the table almost at a loss.

Xue Zhiyi was surprised and lifted the tablecloth to ask him, "What's wrong?"

Huo Wuhui hurriedly hushed, "I heard footsteps. My second brother is coming!"

Footsteps? Xue Zhiyi held his breath and listened carefully for a long time before he vaguely heard someone approaching the door.

She glanced at Huo Wuhui: If you can hear this, how afraid of Huo Wuyou are you?

At this time, Qiuyun hurriedly reminded: "Miss, round fan!"

Xue Zhiyi came to his senses, took the round fan handed to him by Qiuyun, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Su Yue also hurriedly helped Xue Zhiyi tidy up his appearance.

Sure enough, with the sound of a door opening, Huo Wuyou was helped in by several servants. Through the round fan, they could see that his steps were unsteady and he was staggering, as if he was already drunk. They helped him sit down at the table where Huo Wuhui was hiding, and then left.

Qiuyun and Suyue glanced at the two of them, then smiled with their hands covering their mouths, pushed each other and left, closing the door quietly.

Xue Zhiyi caught a glimpse of the position of Huo Wuyou's pillow out of the corner of his eye. His pillow had been lifted up by Huo Wuhui, leaving only a small flower hairpin lying on the bed.

A woman’s flower hairpin… Xue Zhiyi’s brows twitched slightly. He picked up the item, examined it carefully, and finally hid the hairpin into his sleeve with an unclear expression.

Xue Zhiyi asked him, "You have always had a good alcohol tolerance, how come you got drunk so quickly?"

Huo Wuyou stood up, his movements no longer showing any sign of drunkenness. "If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, how could I have gotten away so quickly? It's our wedding night, and we haven't even had the wedding wine yet. Who would want to stay outside to socialize and drink?"

Suddenly, his tone changed: "If I were really drunk, I don't know what this little bastard Huo Wuhui would do."

As he spoke, he lifted the tablecloth and pulled out Huo Wuhui, who was hiding under the table, like catching a chicken.

"Ahhh, sister-in-law, help me! Sister-in-law!"

Huo Wuyou just smiled slowly: "Your second sister-in-law is on my side and will not help you."

Without giving Xue Zhiyi a chance to beg for mercy, he grabbed Huo Wuhui by the scruff of the neck, opened the door, and threw him out without hesitation.

At the end, he did not forget to bolt the door: "Awan, you don't have to be polite to him. If you do it again, just get him kicked out."

Sitting down next to Xue Zhiyi, she said, "He is still young, why are you picking on him? I had a good chat with my third brother before you came."

Separated by the round fan, each other's faces were a little blurry, but Xue Zhiyi felt that the gaze of the person in front of him seemed to have softened: "It is said that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, I don't want anyone to disturb it."

He suddenly moved closer, and in a blur, he and Xue Zhiyi looked into each other's eyes: "Awan, let me see you."

Xue Zhiyi's hand was gently held by him, and the round fan was slowly moved away. The person in front of him became clearer, his pupils trembled, and his breathing stagnated for a moment. He moved his lips slightly: "So beautiful..."

At this moment, under the dragon and phoenix candles, in the red gauze tent, the two of them looked at each other with moving eyebrows, as if they couldn't see enough, and their gazes were entangled for a long time.

Huo Wuyou's voice was a little hot: "I always feel that I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time."

With tears in her eyes, Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but frown slightly: from today on, they are husband and wife, even in death, their fates have engraved each other's names, and even the underworld will have to recognize them. Obviously, there will be many foreseeable difficulties in the future, but she feels inexplicably at ease in her heart.

Huo Wuyou smiled slowly, raised his hand and rubbed her face unceremoniously: "Do you want to cry?"

The emotion that Xue Zhiyi had just felt disappeared in an instant, and she raised her fan and hit him with it: She didn't need to be sad with Huo Wuyou!

As if he found it very funny to tease her like this, Huo Wuyou laughed out loud. He supported his knees, bent over, and leaned his head to look at Xue Zhiyi who had turned his face away: "Are you really crying?"

"Huo Wuyou!" She stepped on the back of his foot, finally fulfilling the kick she had given him during the wedding ceremony, and the anger in her heart instantly eased.

Huo Wuyou stood up and bowed in a pretentious manner, saying, "I was wrong, Madam, please don't be angry. It's getting late, and the ceremony has not yet been completed. I don't want to disturb your rest."

"It's quite early." Xue Zhiyi said indifferently.

He had returned to his new house early, and it was not yet completely dark outside, it was already evening.

Seeing Xue Zhiyi like this, Huo Wuyou was inexplicably overjoyed. He just liked seeing Xue Zhiyi giving him the cold shoulder like this.

He poured the wedding wine and held it in front of Xue Zhiyi, tilting his head and saying, "Madam, please do me the honor."

Xue Zhiyi was not really angry. It was unlucky to get angry on such a happy day.

After drinking a glass of wine, Xue Zhiyi felt a warm feeling in his stomach.

After Huo Wuyou tied their black hair together with a red string and made it into one strand, Xue Zhiyi said, "This is considered a complete ceremony."

But Huo Wuyou hesitated for a moment, his eyes and eyebrows seemed to be filled with evil ideas: "One more gift is missing."

Xue Zhiyi looked at him: "What?"

Huo Wuyou moved closer and his voice fell into her ears: "The Rites of Zhou Gong."

Xue Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know if it was the effect of the wine, but he felt his ears suddenly become hot.

...Huo Wuyou looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her approval.

"Wait... wait a minute." Xue Zhiyi swallowed his dry throat and took out the flower hairpin from his sleeve: "First, tell me when you hid it?"

Huo Wuyou was stunned and looked away.

It was a plum blossom-shaped hairpin made of pearls. Although Xue Zhiyi had a lot of jewelry in the past, she still remembered that she had lost such a hairpin before. As for when and how she lost it, her memory was a little fuzzy, but she did not expect to see this thing under Huo Wuyou's pillow.

Huo Wuyou cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice, as if he had done something bad and was caught: "Yongping Marquis Mansion, the time you saved me."

After he reminded her, Xue Zhiyi finally remembered. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Were we very familiar with each other at that time? Why did you keep this?"

Now it was Xue Zhiyi's turn to lean over to Huo Wuyou and ask, "Have you had feelings for me since then?"

"No wonder we've been waiting for this day for so long."

"Then why did you scare me at the Fengming Mountain Spring Fair?"

"I didn't realize you were so good at pretending?"

She held her chin in her hand, admiring Huo Wuyou's embarrassed face as she teased him: "Tell me quickly, what did you like about me at that time?"

The pressure was getting too intense, and Huo Wuyou turned his head and met his gaze with an evasive look, which was actually a bit aggressive, as if he was angry out of shame, which made Xue Zhiyi's heart skip a beat.

Xue Zhiyi felt a tightness around her wrist. Huo Wuyou grabbed her wrist holding the hairpin, turned around and threw her onto the bed.

The boy's face flushed, and he chuckled as if he was determined to win: "We'll talk about it after the ceremony is over."