After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

"By the way, Xiao Ci, how many days have passed since the Cold Clothes Festival?"

"You have been lying in bed for five full days, does Ah Xuan have something important to do?"

In five days, he only had a total of seven days, and he wasted such a long time on the bed.

"It's okay, don't be nervous. Has Cui Lang come to see me these days?"

"Yes, the Lord Fu came to Bixiao Palace to accompany him every time Xu hour these days, and the Lord took care of Axuan at night. The Lord also took the ghost servant who committed the crime with his own hands in front of all the ghost slaves. burnt."

Burned?Hmph, is he out of worry for himself, or is he trying to maintain his majesty as a mansion.

into the night.The man came to Bixiao Palace to see him on time, and Fu Xuan resisted his sleepiness and waited for Cui Yan in his unlined clothes.

"Those inconspicuous things are so important, why do you stick to them?" Cui Yan sighed helplessly, this person is really a piece of porcelain that cannot be touched, and he will get hurt every now and then.

Fu Xuan was originally full of hatred, but when he saw the man, all the hatred turned into grievance and unwillingness.

His throat is still hoarse, but it doesn't affect what he wants to say.

"Cui Lang doesn't need to force himself to come to Bixiao Palace every day. I know that I still have a few more days to live. When the time comes, I don't need Cui Lang to waste any effort. I will walk cleanly and never pollute your life." Eye. The slave family has always known that you look down on me, but how can I change my background? If you sleep, you will be reincarnated, and you will be dragged into the water for nothing."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cui Yan said impatiently, "Who asked you to leave?"

At this time, do you still want to hide it from him?Fu Xuan sniffed, and said with a wry smile: "Cui Lang don't need to be sophistry, I know how much I have in your heart. I also understand that a respected god should marry a wife who is well-matched, and I am more considerate. Your son's fate should continue to burn incense. If Cui Lang has nothing to say to the slave family, please leave."

Cui Yan didn't say anything, but ordered Fu Ci to bring the brazier and new clothes.

He folded the clothes one by one and threw them into the brazier to burn, the flames made Cui Yan's face look a bit angry.

"These clothes were originally prepared for your Winter Clothes Festival. Although it's a bit late, my heart will always come."

Who cares about these clothes of his, is it really a beggar who should be sent away? Just make two beautiful clothes for yourself, and then you can forget about the previous suspicions, and then lick your face and beg him to take him in.

He took a deep breath, tears slipped into his mouth, it was cold and salty, very unpalatable.

Fu Xuan lifted the quilt and got up, knocked over the brazier with bare hands, his fingers were burned red by the flames, he clenched his palms in pain, and said forcefully: "Cui Lang doesn't have to pretend to play with my slaves here, my slaves are tired , want to rest early."

Cui Yan glanced at his hands, and wanted to tell him that the burn ointment was in the third cabinet, but seeing him looking at her like an old enemy, she also shut up, so she had to wait for him to calm down before talking to him. Clearly, "Alright, then you can rest earlier."

The seven-day deadline was approaching in a blink of an eye, and the man really didn't come to see him in these two days, probably because the lie was exposed and he couldn't continue to pretend.

In fact, he shouldn't be so angry at Cui Yan that day, Cui Yan never said that he loves him, likes him and so on, just like what Mother Hua said, you can't listen to what a man said, let alone that he is just with him There have been joys of cloud and rain.

The root of it is that he is not up to date, if he sticks to his duty as a young lady and only puts his love on the bed, then he can leave now with a little more openness.

Although Fu Xuan couldn't leave Bixiao Palace, the sound of gongs and drums outside the palace could still be heard clearly.

"Xiaoci, today is so lively, just like when I just married into Hades."

Fu Ci and him were still as usual, sitting on the steps and eating candles.

But this time, Fu Xuan only picked one from the inside, and pushed all the remaining candles in the basket to Fu Ci's side.

"Ah Xuan, why are you so generous today?" Fu Ci hadn't finished tossing the two candles in his hand, and seeing so many candles, he couldn't help but brow with joy.

"I just think you've become hungry and skinny after taking care of me recently, and you should eat more long meat." Fu Xuan stretched out two fingers, and pinched Xiao Ci's left cheek like a cat, "It's really thin."

Thin?Impossible, Ah Xuan has a bad appetite recently, and the remaining candles have all entered his stomach, there is no reason to eat and lose weight.

"No, I've drifted a lot lower than before." Fu Ci rubbed the small circle of fat on Fuyu's stomach, and said firmly: "I think it's because Ah Xuan is in a bad mood recently, so I feel Thin."

In the past two days, although he closed the door and returned to his room after delivering the brazier and clothes, the quarrel between the two of them could still be heard even though they were separated by more than ten meters.There seemed to be a sound of smashing something, probably from the brazier he sent in.

It stands to reason that as a ghost servant, he is not qualified to judge the relationship between Hades and Empress, but Ah Xuan is his best friend in Hades, and Ah Xuan would risk his life in order to bring food for himself. It is also necessary to talk about big mistakes.

"Although I have not been in Hades for much longer than Ah Xuan, the ghost servants who listened to me mentioned some things about Fujun. Fujun is the head of the underworld, but there has never been any rumors that I am close to any ghost. He treats us They are all fierce, but Xiaoci can tell that Fu Jun looks at Ah Xuan very differently. I couldn't describe the look in my eyes before, but I can understand it just because I went to the mortal world this time. The one I like That's how Miss Lin looks at her lover."

"You mean that Cui Lang has true feelings for me?" Fu Xuan tilted his head, not daring to think about these good things, "Xiaoci, if I suddenly disappeared one day, would you miss me?"

Fu Ci raised his eyebrows and asked carefully: "Why did you suddenly disappear? As Xuan is the empress, of course she will live in the Underworld with the Fujun forever."

"Hey, why do you ask so many first? I am not as long-lived as Cui Lang, and I am not as long-lived as Xue Nanzhi. To be a ghost is to have a day when the yin life is exhausted. It is both early and late. I want to be reincarnated. I mean, in case I suddenly disappear with a 'swoosh', will you think of me?"

"Of course. Ah Xuan, you treat me better than Miss Lin. As long as I don't drink Mengpo soup or cross the Naihe Bridge, I will definitely miss Ah Xuan the most!"

Xiaoci thinks that the problem is so pure, whoever gives him something delicious, will not be afraid of the sky falling, just like a cute puppy docilely wagging its tail at that person, loyal to others without any distractions.

Counting Rong Jiu, Fu Xuan only had two friends who could talk to him, but he was about to lose even these two friends.

In less than an hour, he will turn into an unrecognizable light, and he can easily escape the ghost slave and escape from the underworld.Then he will restart ghost life near Zhuoguang Mountain, but will he meet new friends?

After eating the candles, Fu Xuan sent Fu Ci back to the room early in order to disappear without anyone noticing.

He sat alone on the chair quietly as a ghost, not knowing how to pass the last bit of time.

The underworld is terrible, there are evil spirits everywhere after stepping out of Bixiao Palace, there is no rich fragrance of flowers, no melodious birdsong, and no delicious food, he should be happy that he is about to get out of the cage, how could he give birth to A little bit sad?

There was a thick stack of rice paper on the desk, and the men's names were densely written on it.

Fu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the pen again in a disturbed state. He had only learned characters for a short time, and his recognition of characters was also very limited, so he could only scrawl and write indiscriminately.Even though he knew that a man might be so unfeeling that he wouldn't even look at it, and that he might turn around and throw these useless 'waste paper' into the brazier and set it on fire, but he still had the cheek to talk to Cui Yan. individual.

He wanted to write 'Cui Lang' but 'Lang' couldn't write, so he had to make do with writing 'Cui Yan' as a letter.

I dipped the pen and ink again and again, but I didn't know how to write.

The lack of words in the library can only forcefully squeeze out the word 'An'. Fu Xuan thinks this is God's will, so I wish Cui Yan 'An' well. Although the man doesn't want to be himself, he wants to write a bunch of curse words. Those who flog and crusade, but whoever told me to suffer from being uneducated, just be safe.

Oh, by the way, the most important thing I forgot to write!

Fu Xuan's 'Fu' he still knows how to write, and the writing should be more neat than the other few characters. After all, it is his own surname, so he will pay more attention to it on weekdays.

After writing the character 'Fu', he drew a circle that was not very round to enclose the character 'Fu', and then added a pair of small wings on it, so that the man should know that he had quietly left.

He looked at his masterpiece and was very satisfied. After cleaning the black brush, he put it upside down and inserted it into the pen holder. Finally, he was done.

Fu Xuan raised his head and looked out the window, it was time to say goodbye.

In the past, the road to Hades was pitch black, and the road was patchworked together like a curtain, making it hard to see clearly, and a few mischievous ghosts would emerge from the cracks in the corners if you didn’t pay attention, but today the road is so bright that it’s red. The lanterns spread out in a long way, illuminating the distance as far as the eye can see.

As long as he floated for another mile, he would be able to leave here successfully.

Thanks to the blessings of Cao Hua, even if he encounters a ghost slave now, he doesn't have to be afraid anymore, because they can't see him, so Fu Xuan can float over their heads like no one else, like putting two ghost servants together. Their hair was tied together so that they bumped into each other; they pulled the hand of one onijou to touch the buttocks of another onijou.In fact, it's not bad. Compared with the one who refused to save them in the Fusang tree hole that day, Fu Xuan felt that what he had done was nothing short of a big deal.

Two more ghost servants walked up to them, one of them was wearing a red gown with a dazzling '囍' on his chest.

It's rare to do evil, Fu Xuan saw the two of them smiling, and was about to step forward to play tricks on them again.