After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

Fu Xuan put away his smile, put the notebook aside, imitated Cui Yan's usual appearance, and said in a low voice: "I have nothing to do here for you." But he still couldn't help but glance at Glancing at Fu Ci, Xiao Ci looked as if he was going to kill himself, he moved his chair back a few inches uncomfortably, his heart beating like a drum.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, i'm sorry, ah xuan!" I have no complaints when I am sent to prison, but I really didn't intend to hide it from you. Lord Axuan said that only by doing this, you will stay with us forever. I don't want you to go, Axuan woo woo woo I dont want you to go"

The way he cried, Fu Xuan felt that he was responsible for the small words.

"Don't cry, tears and snot are all on my trouser legs, and I'm bothering me to read the script." Fu Xuan wanted to pull out his leg, but Fu Ci didn't let go.

I have already halved the candle for him, why is there still such a bull-like strength, Fu Xuan frowned and said: "Oh, that's all, I forgive you this time, and next time, I won't need you to serve me, and I won't be like you." Contacted."

"Really?" Fu Ci laughed and cried, unable to believe his ears, jumped up excitedly, and knocked his forehead to the roof.

"Ah Xuan, you didn't lie to me, did you?!"

"If you do this again, just treat me as a liar to you."

"No, no, I'll get up right away. You take off your pants and I'll wash them for you."

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"Ahhhh, that's not what I meant, I mean just put it in a wooden barrel when the time comes."

"Cough, cough, stop talking about this."

"In other words, can I apply to return to the state of ten candles?"

"It depends on your performance, first add to seven."

"Okay——" Fu Ci's calculations were flying in his mind, and he clapped his fingers and spoke plausibly. Seven sticks are seven percent full.

Fu Xuan picked up the picture book again and continued to read it carefully.When Fu Ci was alive, he was always worried about five buckets of rice. He was also a real white man, but his desire to study was deeply rooted in his heart for a long time.He knew that Fu Xuan had been taught to practice calligraphy and reading by the governor every day. He thought that Fu Xuan was reading some serious books, so he wanted to let Fu Xuan also guide him.

Fu Ci's eyes were pure, and he humbly asked, "Ah Xuan, what is your masterpiece?"

Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows jokingly, moved his butt to one side, and waved to him, "Sit down here, and I'll talk to you."

"This..." Xiaoci stiffened his ankles, hesitating to move forward.

"It's okay, this chair is very spacious, and you are more than enough for one more ghost." Fu Xuan happened to have nothing to do. Although it is interesting to read the picture book by himself, sometimes it is depressing to see the excitement and no one to talk to. Since It would be great if Xiaoci is interested, "I'll count to three, and if I don't obey, the candles will turn into six."

Bullying ghosts too much, simply bullying ghosts too much!

Fu Xuan hadn't finished reading the word 'one', but Fu Ci had already sat down firmly.

"Nong, the domineering king's heart-tip-favor." Fu Xuan showed him the title on the book cover, with a serious tone like a teacher from a private school preaching and dispelling doubts.

In fact, these words were asked by Fu Xuan from the store when he was buying books in the ghost market. Just hearing the name is very suitable for his appetite, and the content inside has more pictures and less words, which is the icing on the cake. He bought it without much hesitation. down.

Seeing that he paid a lot of money, the shopkeeper chatted and chatted with him, and it was only then that Fu Xuan realized that this painting book was actually Lin Qiuzi's masterpiece.

A hundred years ago, Lin Qiuzi was a first-class romantic talent in Jindu. He could write at the age of three and sing at the age of five.But in 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, people are inherently mortal. Who would have thought that Lin Qiuzi’s image of a modest and modest son disappeared, and he started to let himself go when he went to the underworld, and fell in love with these gaudy and red chicken picture books. .

Regarding this, Fu Xuan could only sigh softly, "Long live Lin Qiuzi, live to repair books and rub monuments, and die to benefit ghosts and ghosts!" '

"Why does the name of this book sound so small?" Fu Ci was thinking about how to describe it, but Fu Xuan took the lead, "You want to say 'Yazheng'?"

Fu Ci responded implicitly: "Yes."

"You're just getting started, and reading too many words makes you feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, and elegance. You don't understand, so I'll teach you." After Fu Xuan finished speaking, he opened the drawing book and talked with him in detail story.

The more he talked, the redder Fu Ci's face became. After talking about it, Fu Ci felt that he was hot and dry, and his mouth was dry. He couldn't calm down. He stared at Fu Xuan's lips the whole time, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

"What are you doing? We are talking about the critical moment. The prince is about to save the handsome man. Can you concentrate?" Fu Xuan bent his knuckles and gently pressed the table, pretending to be angry.

It was me who wanted to humbly ask for advice. Now that Ah Xuan was teaching so patiently, he was still distracted and dreaming, which really failed Ah Xuan's good intentions.

Fu Ci wiped his hot face, sobered up a lot, "Yes, I'm listening."

The two ghosts stayed together and looked at the picture book, and the time passed quickly. After just over an hour, the two-finger-thick picture book was read.

"It's a pity that only the first volume is released. If only I knew where Lin Qiuzi lived, I really want to chase after him for the second volume." Fu Xuan said unsatisfactorily.

"Lin Qiuzi?" Fu Ci asked suspiciously, "It turns out that this book was written by Mr. Lin, no wonder he is so sincere."

"You know him too?"

Fu Ci explained: "There are no ghosts in the Yin Division who don't know Mr. Lin, but he is in the milk baby recently, so he can't get away and write the next book."

Lin Qiuzi died young and fell ill in his early twenties. Although the family found a prescription to cure him, the root cause of the disease fell, and the original marriage fell through.

Although he later became an official, the ups and downs of the officialdom, even if he is a book repairer, can't stop him from his humane position, there are villains who make him stand in his way. Lin Qiuzi is a dead-headed person, knowing that others are deliberately making things difficult, he will not bow his head and say soft words, or Looking for someone to take care of it, I like to grit my teeth and resist. As a result, I have to do more and more work, and in the end I am exhausted, and I have a funeral in my early thirties.

"He is in the underworld, and he even married his wife?" Fu Xuan has more or less heard about these things about Mr. Lin, and there are many people who have the bad habit of marrying in the dark. He did it.

Fu Ci made a small swallowing movement, and replied softly: "No, he is a judge, and the child was born by himself."

"Xiaoci, what nonsense are you talking about? Lin Qiuzi is a decent man, so he can give birth?" Judge, isn't it that Cui Yu? I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. He has entered the broken sleeve, right?

"Yes, Ah Xuan doesn't know, there is a place in the underworld called 'Xiangxuehai', the ghost doctor who lives there can cure the world's strange diseases, and it is not uncommon for men to give birth."

Fu Xuan, the man who gave birth, knew that he had a limited lifespan. If he left, what would Cui Yan do?As Fu Ci said, if a man can have children, can he take the risk and try it?

Even if he can't be with the man forever, but his child can accompany Cui Yan instead of him, then he can feel more at ease when he leaves.

"Ah Xuan? Ah Xuan? What's the matter with you?" Fu Ci tugged at Fu Xuan's clothes in panic, wondering if he had said the wrong thing too much, and was very worried.

Fu Xuan hurriedly collected himself, and spoke as usual, "I just feel that the world is so big and full of wonders. Well, I suddenly feel a little sleepy. Let's stop here today."

"Okay." Fu Ci still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it, so he could only spread the mattress and see that Ah Xuan was fast asleep before closing the door and leaving.

Fu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.He should go to Xiangxuehai.Although he said that he could go in and out now, but he was surrounded by ghost servants, so it was hard to guarantee that his plan would be snuffed out by Cui Yan if he didn't implement it, and his flag died down.

It used to be that men were by his side to protect him. To put it bluntly, he was a useless trash, and it seemed to have no use other than to make trouble for men.

Being a human being and being a ghost both have a meaning.Since he is Cui Yan's official wife and loves Cui Yan deeply, since he knows that there is a way to have a child, he has already eaten the weight and made up his mind to do so.

He has been looking for an opportunity these days, and finally he has been looking forward to it.

One day, Xiaoci was still very disappointed and ran to tell the news that the Fujun was busy today and could not come at night. He was secretly happy, and pretended to be regretful on the surface to deceive the simple Xiaoci.

But the ghost slavery was quite difficult, so Fu Xuan had no choice but to part with his loved ones, donated the plum wine Cui Yan gave him, and watched them get drunk, so he was able to get away.

Xiangxuehai sounds like a rare and poetic place.

But don't be fooled by this false name, the real Xiangxuehai is a barren land, using words like 'not a blade of grass' to describe it is overrated.

The lava in the sandpit stretches as far as the eye can see, white bubbles are still bubbling in the pit, and the stench of rotting corpses is overwhelming, which has nothing to do with "fragrance".

Normally, there should be no wind or rain in the Yin Division, but the wind in Xiangxuehai was strong and disorderly, and the winds from all directions were howling, as if they wanted to blow his soul away.

Wherever he goes, the hurricane will catch up and blow there. The Erhuang at the village head in the past is not as good at driving people away.

The ghost doctor Qingyuan was experimenting with new medicines when she discovered that there were ghosts trespassing in Xiangxuehai.

"Bride?"

When she was treating him in Bixiao Palace, she met Fu Xuan a few times, but now the disease should be cured, why did she come to him by herself.

She took Fu Xuan to her clinic and made him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Fu Xuan took the boiling hot tea cup, and poured it into his belly. The warmth dispelled the coldness from the wind and sand blowing on his body just now, "Well, this tea is very delicious. I wonder how the ghost doctor brewed it?"

"Simple!" Seeing that he likes to drink, Qingyuan handed him her cup as well, and generously shared: "Tiger heart, leopard belly, snake whip, deer antler, add some rosemary and cinnamon, and a few drops of man Yuanyang, just boil it for three or two days and drink it."