Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Wu Xie, Fatty, Xie Yuchen, Hei Xia Zi, Liu Sang, Pan Zi, Xi Liu, Zhang Mo, Jiang Zisuan, Huo Xiuxiu, Bai Haotian, Yun Cai, and Aning all stood in neat rows in the new house.

Everyone watched as Zhang Qiling picked up the scale bar with the word "囍" pasted on it and walked firmly towards Han Yan who was sitting beside the bed.

"Take off the veil quickly, what are you hesitating about, little brother?"

"Shut up, Fatty. The atmosphere is gone when you open your mouth."

"That's right, Fatty, don't talk now."

Hei Xia Zi and Yun Cai spoke one after another, and their words were like the cold wind in winter, passing straight through the fat man's hot chest.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Since you all dislike me for talking too much, I will not talk anymore in the future."

The fat man spoke his bold words with great confidence, but no one took his words to heart.

The fat man had said this nine times, if not ten times, and their ears were callused from hearing it.

The fat man is still the same as before, without any change. In less than a minute, he will forget everything he said.

Zhang Qiling clenched the scale rod in his hand, his fingers trembled unconsciously, and his palms began to sweat. This was something that had never happened before. The wet feeling made him even more nervous and uneasy.

He tried to control his emotions, but his heart was beating wildly like a frightened deer.

He tightened his grip on the scale bar, as if trying to hide something. He pretended to be calm and not let anyone see his panic.

Zhang Qiling stretched out his slightly trembling hand, and the scale bar slowly lifted the red veil. As the veil was slowly lifted, Han Yan's face gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Han Yan's face was bright and charming, with soft eyebrows that looked like spring, and skin as smooth as warm jade, with a soft glow that was as red as a drop of water, and she was delicate and charming.

Two strands of hair on her cheeks fluttered softly in the wind, adding a bit of alluring charm. That unintentional smile was enough to make everything in the world lose its color.

Zhang Qiling was stunned for two seconds before he suddenly came to his senses and retracted his outstretched hand.

"How is it? It looks good, right? You don't know, just now in the room... mmm..."

Wu Xie quickly covered Bai Haotian's mouth and dragged her out.

"Still looking, go away."

Xie Yuchen pushed Heixiazi, and Yuncai was also pulled out by the fat man. In just a blink of an eye, all the people in the room left.

The crowded room suddenly became empty, with only Zhang Qiling and Han Yan left. The room was completely silent, with only the crackling sound of burning wedding candles to be heard.

"Brother, could you please stop looking at it?"

Under the bright light, Han Yan turned her face slightly to avoid his burning gaze. A blush crept up her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if she was smiling, but also with a bit of shyness.

Zhang Qiling walked over to her and sat down. The familiar smell lingered in her nostrils and her face began to feel hot again.

In this cold winter, she felt that the room was beginning to feel a little stuffy, and all her thoughts were occupied by him.

"Brother, if you keep looking at me, I will ignore you."

"No."

He spoke firmly and held her hand tightly, not allowing her any chance to break free.

"Yanyan..."

Zhang Qiling's gaze was like the deep night sky, impossible to see through. But even in this gaze, there was a deep and tender love for her.

He was greedy and unwilling to take his eyes away from her. He looked at her rosy lips, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The strong hormonal scent from his body mixed with a faint cold fragrance drifted past her nose, carrying a bewitching power that paralyzed her brain.

Inside the gauze tent, a red candle flickered. In this silent night, it was so quiet that it seemed as if only the synchronized heartbeats of the two people could be heard.

The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, and the sound of falling snow could be heard through the doors and windows.

At dawn, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and streamed into the house. He gently held her in his arms, their eyes reflecting each other's reflections.

Time flies, and another year is coming to an end. Hangzhou is shrouded in ice and snow, but the number of pedestrians on the streets has not decreased at all due to the cold weather.

"Brother, it's New Year's Day again."

"Well, how do you want to spend this year?"

"I promised Master before that I would prepare a full banquet for him, but I never found the opportunity. Why not take advantage of this New Year's Day to prepare it for him, okay?"

Zhang Qiling had heard Wu Xie and Fatty talk about the Manchu Han Banquet, which had a total of 108 dishes. Just thinking about it made him frown.

"There are too many dishes in the Manchu Han Banquet. It's very tiring to make them, and we can't finish them. We don't want to make the Manchu Han Banquet. Just pick a few at random. The chef doesn't want to eat them. He just said it casually."

"What are you talking about, you little brat! You've got a wife and you've forgotten your master, right? What do you mean I don't want to eat? It's just that I'm afraid of tiring the little girl!"

Zhang Yecheng's roar startled the birds on the branches. The birds were frightened and spread their wings, flew into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

Zhang Qiling did not react at all to Zhang Yecheng's roar, as if he had anticipated everything.

"You know Yanyan will be very tired, why do you still want to eat?"

"Well, I just want to eat it, and the little girl is willing to cook it for me. What's it to you? I feel upset just looking at you. Why didn't I find you so annoying before?"

Han Yan watched Zhang Yecheng and Zhang Qiling bickering with a smile. More than a hundred years ago, it was Zhang Qiling who watched Zhang Yecheng and Han Yan bickering, and now, it was Han Yan who watched Zhang Yecheng and Zhang Qiling bickering.

"Yan Yan won't do it for you."

"She will do it. She promised me decades ago. You know that people should keep their promises. I don't want to argue with you."

Zhang Yecheng turned his head to look at Han Yan, hiding the irritation that was evident on his face and a bright smile spread across his cheeks.

"Hehehe...Girl, you will prepare a full banquet for me this New Year, right? I just heard you say it yourself."

Han Yan helplessly glanced at Zhang Yecheng who was full of expectation, and then glanced at Zhang Qiling who was full of resistance and unwillingness. For the first time, she felt the difficulty of being a sandwich.

"Well, I'll make it for you. If you don't eat it now, maybe one day you'll die and have to leave with regrets. That's not worth it."

After hearing Han Yan's words, the smile on Zhang Yecheng's face instantly disappeared, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, filled with resentment.

"I don't mind if you say I'm dead. Everyone is going to die anyway, but you can't say that to me, an old man! Stop right there, you little bitch. You keep saying such venomous things every day."

Before Zhang Yecheng reached out his hand, Han Yan had already turned around and ran forward, keeping a very long distance from him to ensure that he could not catch her.