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Jiang Luo said: "Xiao Bai, aren't you a know-it-all in the ghost world and a gossiper in the underworld? Go find out who this person is."

Bai Fu said: "I'm sorry, Master, I can't find out..."

Jiang Luo thought to himself, what kind of nosy thing are you?

Bai Fu said with a little guilt: "I have been asleep for a thousand years, and several intelligence systems have been cut off. It should be that several important ghosts have gone to reincarnate. But it's okay, master, there is no evil spirit on this person. Although there is no soul mark of the underworld, we will not be overly cautious against ghosts without evil spirits."

Jiang Luo hummed, and then heard his own voice saying, "I didn't expect that Master Song, the famous creator of Lingyun Style in Beijing, is so young."

Song Qingzhou also laughed softly and said, "I didn't expect that the famous boss Mei would be such a handsome man."

Then the scene changed again. Song Qingzhou was holding a seal in his hand and stamped his red seal on a peony folding fan painted in gold and silver.

He held the folding fan in front of him, and smiled at him with his handsome face that looked like a dead man, saying, "Aying, this folding fan is for you. People all say that my calligraphy is passed down from generation to generation, but they don't know that my painting skills are also superb. However, my paintings, except for you, will never be seen by another person in this world."

What a great painting made specifically for lovers. Who wouldn’t be moved by this scene?

Jiang Luo took the folding fan, lowered his head slightly embarrassedly, nodded gently and said: "Thank you, Mr. Song, your kindness makes me not know how to respond."

Song Qingzhou suddenly hugged him into his arms and said anxiously, "You know how I feel about you, Ah Ying, I like you."

Jiang Luo, whose soul was imprisoned in his body, screamed in his heart: "Hey, hey, hey, don't come over here! How can you touch me? I have a family background..."

Although this marriage was just a joke, he and Huo Yancheng got married and became husband and wife, so they had to abide by the traditional marital ethics.

He wanted to push Song Qingzhou away, but his body was out of control. He wanted to shout "Get the hell away from me", but even his voice was out of his control.

This body was just instinctively running according to the mode set by the domain master. A blush appeared on its face, and it said reluctantly: "Sir... don't do this. You and I are both men. How can we do such a thing?"

Song Qingzhou smiled softly, his voice seemed to be full of temptation: "What's wrong with men? In my heart, there is no girl in this world who can be more beautiful than Aying. Aying, I will marry you!"

The young man spoke sweet words with such sincerity and determination, how could Gu Ying, a person of sentimental temperament, not fall for him.

But Su Ying took his words "marry you" as a joke. She thought to herself, with the wealth and status of the Song family, how could they let you marry an actor, let alone a man.

Fortunately, the relationship between the two has always been good. Young Master Song has become a frequent visitor in the class, and the two often hide behind the screen and kiss passionately when there is no one backstage.

Jiang Luo felt that Fan Wujiu had sucked his lips until they were numb, and his two hands were pinching his slender waist with a force that was as strong as a pair of pliers.

He confessed quietly in his heart: I'm sorry Huo Yancheng, I really didn't mean to do this kind of cheating behavior, I was really controlled by the evil spirit.

Besides, I entered this underworld just to extend your life. Please be magnanimous and tolerate my harmless behavior!

In the days that followed, the two lived a sweet and loving life. Song Qingzhou was a young man from a wealthy family, and although he could not help but kiss Gu Ying when his love was deep, he had never taken it to the last step with him.

Gu Ying actually had good intentions. His original plan was to wait until his twentieth birthday and give himself to him as a gift.

Unexpectedly, before this day came, another thing came first. Gu Ying looked at the colorful treasure chests, cloths, and newly cut headgear and clothes in the yard, and asked the woman in the middle, "What do you mean by this?"

The woman wore a big red flower crookedly on her head and tossed her handkerchief, saying, "Oh, Mr. Gu, congratulations! I'm here to propose marriage on behalf of the Song family. Look at all the betrothal gifts in this yard. They are all given to you by the Song family."

Gu Ying was so surprised that she was speechless, thinking that Qingzhou actually came to propose marriage?

How did he convince his family?

The personal servant Xiao Fuzi also said happily: "Sir, you can finally be together with Master Song openly."

Gu Ying was happy and accepted the betrothal gift. She then listened to the matchmaker's instructions: "The groom will come to see you tonight. You must dress up well and seize this opportunity. There are so many people who want to get into the Song Mansion. You are so lucky, and we should also benefit from it, right?"

At this time, Gu Ying did not know that what was waiting for him was not happiness for the rest of his life, but the beginning of his tragic fate.

In the evening, "Master Song" really came, but it was Song Qingzhou's father, Song Huaici.

Gu Ying looked at Song Huaici with fear on her face, and shook her head repeatedly, "No, it's not you, I made a mistake. The person I like is not you, take those things back!"

Song Huaici was in his fifties and had many women in his harem, including one wife and six concubines. At his age, he was naturally unable to cope with the situation.

He smiled at Gu Ying and said, "Don't rush to reject me. Answer me a few questions and then decide whether to marry me or not."

Gu Ying frowned: "What's the problem?"

Song Huaici said: "Gu Qingzhou hasn't come to see you for many days, do you know why?"

Gu Ying said: "The spring exam is approaching, and he is studying hard."

Song Huaici took out a bloodstained belt, threw it on the table, and said, "He was involved in a major treason case, which was related to the King of Mi. Fortunately, he was tough and refused to confess even under torture. I spent more than 100,000 taels of silver to get him out of there."

Gu Ying was shocked and asked, "How could this happen? How is he?"

Song Huaici said: "Alive, but only alive. In the second half of life, if not dead, then half disabled."

Gu Ying's tears fell: "Let me go see him!"

Song Huaici said, "No problem, but I haven't finished my questions. The spring examination is coming soon. Do you want him to continue to participate in the imperial examination?"

Gu Ying was slightly stunned. Of course he thought about it, but how could he continue to take the imperial examination after he had committed such a big mistake?

Song Huaici said: "Of course I have a way to restore his examination qualifications. It depends on whether you are willing to help him."

Gu Ying finally understood the purpose of Song Huaici's visit to him. He wanted to use Song Qingzhou's current situation to threaten him.

Song Huaici continued, "You should know that Qingzhou is good friends with the King of Mi. The King of Mi cherishes talent and publicizes his knowledge, which is why he got the title of Lingyun Qingzhoulang. His Lingyun style is indeed exquisite. But now the King of Mi has provoked the wrath of the emperor and is about to be beheaded. Only I can save him. And... although Zhou'er is the eldest son of the family, he is born out of wedlock. The family property of the Song family will probably not be handed over to him. Now he is half disabled, has lost the title of imperial examination, and has no family wealth..."

He sighed, looked at Gu Ying's finally broken eyes, and said: "You know his ambitions, and you understand what it means for him to lose it all."

Gu Ying certainly understood that although Song Qingzhou was a scholar, he had a heart that wanted to serve his country and his people.

He wrote a ten thousand word policy on people's livelihood, and King Mi always praised him highly.

Now that something had happened to the Secret King, he had been removed from the imperial examination and beaten half-crippled...

Even Jiang Luo felt a little sympathy for Song Qingzhou. If it weren't for this accident, with his talent, he would definitely be among the top three in this imperial examination.

Gu Ying's tears kept falling down. He felt extremely distressed and hopeless, but he also knew that if he did nothing, there would be two more heartbroken people in the world.

One was locked up behind high walls and lived in chaos for half his life, while the other spent his days on the stage. They were speechless just looking at each other.

After pondering for an unknown amount of time, Gu Huaici did not urge him until the night watchman struck the fourth watch's drum. Gu Ying finally spoke, "If I marry you, can his life go back to its original track?"

Song Huaici smiled and said, "That's for sure. No matter what he says, he is still my son. As long as you agree, I will mediate for him."

Gu Ying sneered and said, "I didn't know that Lord Gu was interested in a male actor like me."

Song Huaizi stepped forward, reached out and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, softened his voice and said: "Boss Gu, I feel pity for you. How many men in this capital city don't want to hide you in a golden house?"

The scene changed, and Jiang Luo saw red everywhere. There was a bustling crowd in the front yard, but the backyard was lonely and desolate.

The man in front of him limped towards him. His face, which was so handsome that it didn't look like real life, had become much thinner, and he coughed from time to time.

His eyes lost their former brilliance, and he asked him in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

After two months of torture, Gu Ying's expression had long since calmed down. She said, "Why? If I marry Lord Gu, I will be the wife of the Marquis. Although I am a concubine, so what? He can do everything you can't do."

Song Qingzhou held a pot of wine in his hand and asked, "Is that what you want?"

Gu Ying looked into his eyes and said, "That's what I want."

Song Qingzhou smashed the wine pot into pieces. He stepped forward and grabbed Gu Ying's neck, saying, "Gu Ying, I pity you and love you. I just want to wait until one day I can be successful and marry you home openly. But what about you? Can't you even wait for these few days?"

Gu Ying was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, but she still spoke intermittently: "Wait? How long do you want me to wait? Now that you have been implicated by the Secret King, you can't even take the imperial examination. Do you think I can still wait?"

Song Qingzhou paused, and the strength in his hands loosened, but Gu Ying hugged his neck again and said, "Song Qingzhou, do you like me? Do you want me? I asked Xiao Fuzi to trip up your father, and the entire Zilian Hall belongs to me. If you want it, I will give it to you now."

Song Qingzhou was already drunk at this time. In his eyes, Gu Ying was naturally the person he cared about day and night.

Only Jiang Luo, who was locked in the body, felt his entire soul go numb. He protested loudly, "No! You can't do this! Please consider my feelings! I've been married once and never had a wedding night, but I have to have a wedding night for you, right?"