The ghost wife of the paranoid prince

Ji Houyan was doing his own thing, and Huai Shuhan had nothing to do, so he was in a daze.

He is used to being alone, and no one talks and he doesn't feel that the time is too long.

Huai Shuhan put the cloak aside, lowered his head to see the burning charcoal stove not far away.

There was no sound from the snow falling outside, and the only silence in the study was the slight sound of flipping books.

"Come here for tea." As soon as Ji Houyan looked up, Huai Shuhan was motionless, and he suspected that if he didn't call him, Huai Shuhan might just sit there.

But luckily Huai Shuhan would turn his head when he called him.

Ji Houyan put a cup of tea in his hand beside the inkstone, his voice was rarely gentle, but Huai Shuhan didn't appreciate it.

Ji Houyan has his own way to deal with him: "If I want to bring it over, I will feed it myself."

Huai Shuhan's face changed when he heard the words, he remembered that Ji Houyan took a bottle of wine and drank it directly.

He expediently did not need to wrong himself for this kind of thing, so he walked over.

This is just delivered by the servant girl, the tea is a bit hot.Huai Shuhan carried it back to the small couch.

He and Ji Houyan had nothing to say, and neither had any interest in understanding each other.

Huai Shuhan has an extremely cold personality towards others, there are only a handful of people in this world who can show him even a touch of softness, but Ji Houyan is definitely not among these people.

He stayed in a daze again, thinking about those long-ago things.

The tea beside her was cold, and Ji Houyan's work was over.At this time, he looked towards Huai Shuhan, the youthful jade-like delicate face was a little ethereal and distant, and the white clothes were not stained with dust, but also seemed alienated and indifferent.He almost thought that as long as he made a sound, Huai Shuhan would turn into smoke and disappear in front of him.

This feeling made Ji Houyan feel unreasonably irritable.

Who is Huai Shuhan thinking about so preoccupied?

Ji Houyan can be sure that he is thinking of his sweetheart, the "Brother Yun" he keeps repeating.

Just thinking of this, something burned in Ji Houyan's chest, and his eyes became dark and gloomy.

"Shuhan." Ji Houyan called him.

Huai Shuhan heard it, and turned his head to look at him.This is Huai Shuhan's usual movement, if he is leaning against the door or pillar, he will probably hold his chest, and when he hears someone tell him to tilt his head, he will look at you with nothing to do.But Ji Houyan knew that there was nothing in it, no joy or sorrow, indifferent and alienated, peaceful and lonely.

Ji Houyan didn't know what to say after calling him. This was the first time he called someone but couldn't think of what to say.Ji Houyan stood up and walked in front of him.

Huai Shuhan's eyes were a little cold, and a little bloody.Ji Houyan picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

Ji Houyan is not a person who will make himself suffer. Since he wants to, he will do it, and he will get it by any means.Huai Shuhan is now in his arms, no longer running away.

"I've been in a daze for so long, and I need to be called by the king to come back to my senses." Ji Houyan stretched his callused fingers into Huai Shuhan's clothes. Sometimes Ji Houyan felt strange, obviously this person was cold, so cold. It's neither hot nor warm, but I still want to hug him and touch every part of his body.

Ji Houyan felt Huai Shuhan's body tremble slightly with his fingertips. This person was not incapable of feeling, but was touched by him. Even if Huai Shuhan cursed, his body would still bite him tightly.

"The king wants to go out." Ji Houyan said suddenly, knowing that Huai Shuhan would not answer him, he continued: "Go out with the king."

"No." Huai Shuhan refused without hesitation.

The first time Ji Houyan had the idea of ​​taking him out, he resolutely rejected him, and Ji Houyan didn't force it, he just had some entertainment, and just now he saw Huai Shuhan was alone in a daze, so he thought about taking him out for a walk.

Ji Houyan nodded: "Follow you."

He pinched Huai Shuhan's chest a little bit with his fingers, and wrapped one hand around his waist, when the hand was a bit heavier, Huai Shuhan's whole body convulsed and leaned against his chest.

Ji Houyan looked at the moist blush in the corners of his eyes, and kissed his lips across his face.

Huai Shuhan didn't refuse, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he carefully inhaled Ji Houyan's yang energy little by little, and he didn't dare to inhale too much, for fear of being shocked by the golden dragon on Ji Houyan's body.

At this time, Ji Houyan was on the top of his mind, and had already untied Huai Shuhan's belt, when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"My lord, it's time to go to the Yanfeng Building."

It was Grandpa Hua's voice.

Yanfeng Building is also the brothel Chu Pavilion that Huai Shuhan wanted to go to inhale Yang Qi last time.

Ji Houyan had no choice but to let go of Huai Shuhan, pinching his jaw: "Wait for me to come back."

He got up, sorted his clothes, and went out.

Huai Shuhan tidied up the clothes on his body, he inhaled a little yang energy from Ji Houyan, his whole body became a little more energetic, and his body was full of energy.

Huai Shuhan looked at the charcoal stove in front of him, raised his hand and waved it away, but the sparks in the charcoal stove remained indifferent.

It seems that it is still not enough, this little bit of blood and yang energy is not enough.

Huai Shuhan got up and walked outside, the snow stopped at some point, the trees, the roof, and the ground were all white.

It's almost winter solstice.

Ji Houyan will go to worship Meng Yuqing.

……

On the day of the winter solstice, Ji Houyan went to Chu Qiuyu's place early in the morning to say hello, and then went with her to pay homage to the ancestors.

After returning, he took the incense candle prepared by Chang Jin and entered the secret room.

Ji Houyan would come here every day to offer incense sticks. Today, during the winter solstice, he prepared new offerings, poured wine, lit incense to worship, and then burned a lot of paper objects, including clothes, ingots, and ghost paper. .

But Ji Houyan knew that he didn't know the surname and first name of the person in the painting, so he didn't burn the name together, and he couldn't receive the burned people in the painting, but he still insisted on burning it to him.

The cigarette curled up, and Ji Houyan stared at the handsome young man in the painting.

In the past 20 years, Ji Houyan thought that he would marry a well-connected woman who was of value to him, make her a concubine, and respect him as a guest from then on.

But all this was disrupted half a year ago. He never thought that he just caught a glimpse of the people in the painting, and he has been unable to extricate himself ever since.

He is more willing to exchange the prosperity and wealth in this life in exchange for getting to know him in the next life.

Ji Houyan didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but worshiped a painting.If Chu Shengyun knew about this matter, he might call him crazy.

He might really be crazy!

Ji Houyan came out of the secret room and entered the palace. This time Ji Ruiyu came back and entered the palace with him to face the saint.

There was a banquet in the evening, and Ji Houyan did not return home in a carriage until the moon was above the treetops.

At this time, most of the maids and servants in the mansion were asleep, and only the nursing home was patrolling loyally and responsibly.

Ji Houyan was about to go back to his yard when he suddenly remembered Huai Shuhan, and turned around to go to Shuying Garden again.

In order to meet him easily, the courtyard Ji Houyan arranged for Huai Shuhan was very close to his main courtyard, just a few steps away.

A light snow has just finished, the snow is white, covered with silver, and the ground is bright.

Standing at the gate of Shuying Garden, Ji Houyan saw a figure burning something in the yard.Counting nine cold days, Huai Shuhan wears very little.

Ji Houyan walked over, his footsteps were not light, Huai Shuhan heard it.He just raised his head slightly, and threw a set of paper-folded clothes into the fire.

Ji Houyan, who was on fire, felt strangely irritated: "Who is it for?"