Quick Transmigration: When the Crazy Villainess Gets the White Moonlight Script

The female lead is powerful, ruthless, and stunningly beautiful—she stops at nothing to get what she wants. Sheng Wu, the Ghost King sealed beneath the Abyss of Ten-Thousand Ghosts, is cruel and ...

Chapter 374: Stepmother Literature and Hidden Script (66) shuhaige.net

At night.

The excitement in the main courtyard was almost over in the afternoon, but no one cleaned up the red remnants of firecrackers on the ground. It would have to wait until the next day at least, because it was a wedding.

Shen Guiwu blindfolded Sheng Wu with a ribbon and then carried her to a yard.

The surroundings were extremely quiet along the way, but Sheng Wu could feel that they were getting further and further away.

The summer night breeze brought a hint of coolness, and soon, Sheng Wu was put down by Chen Guiwu.

He raised his hand and pulled the ribbons covering her eyes.

Sheng Wu looked closely and saw that it was a door.

The courtyard here was the place where Chen Zheliu disturbed her last time when she was about to push it open.

Sheng Wu turned around and looked at Chen Guiwu curiously.

"Push it open and you will know." Chen Guiwu's eyes softened.

Hearing this, Sheng Wu turned her head and continued to look at the door in front of her. She stretched out her hand and exerted a little force, and the wooden door in front of her was slowly pushed open.

"Squeak." The sound of old wooden boards.

In an instant, a strong light gradually broke into Sheng Wu's eyes, making her eyes bright.

I saw the courtyard in front of me. From the door to the end of the pond, there were lotus flowers in full bloom on both sides of the road. Among the lotus flowers, short white candles were burning, lighting up the entire courtyard.

At the end of the winding pond, there is an extremely tall tree with green bark. It grows by the pond. The tree is covered with dense and lush flowers. The petals are purple-red, long and curled outward, with terminal panicles and covered with short light yellow hairs on the outside.

The tree bloomed beautifully, its purple-red color almost covering the rest of the green leaves. What caught the eye was a flower channel over the pond filled with fallen flowers.

When the summer night breeze blows, the petals suddenly fall like a rain of flowers, which is beautiful and dreamy.

Sheng Wu's pupils paused, and she glanced sideways at Chen Guiwu.

Chen Guiwu smiled and took her hand, "Go in and take a look."

The two of them walked together from the door to the lotus path inside. Sheng Wu looked at the beautiful scenery of falling purple and red petals all around, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"I remember you said the cherry tree had withered, didn't you?"

But Chen Guiwu shook his head and smiled, saying, "This is not a cherry tree, it's a paulownia tree."

"Putong tree."

Sheng Wu was surprised. This was the first time she had seen a paulownia tree, or perhaps she was not in the mood to pay attention to flowers and plants, so she could not recognize many trees and flowers.

Shen Guiwu pursed his lips and nodded, explaining.

"The sycamore tree blooms from May to July, and I happened to see it in full bloom today, so I'm bringing you to see it tonight. There's also a once-in-a-century meteor shower tonight."

Sheng Wu raised an eyebrow, "How do you know?"

"I dreamt about it last night." Chen Guiwu chuckled jokingly.

Sheng Wu gave him an angry look helplessly.

"Awu, let me draw a picture for you." Suddenly, Chen Guiwu took Sheng Wu's hand and walked towards the extremely lush sycamore tree, and asked her to sit under several branches.

Hearing this, Sheng Wu's eyes were filled with surprise. "Now?"

She thought Chen Guiwu was just in a whim, but she didn't expect him to be so serious.

"Well, now."

Sheng Wu took a closer look and found that there were indeed some painting tools and cakes on the desk next to her. She thought that Chen Guiwu was afraid that she would be hungry in the middle of the night, so she agreed to his request.

"Okay, you draw it."

Then Sheng Wu changed to a comfortable position and sat down directly under the sycamore tree. She was wearing a light pink cheongsam. Purple petals occasionally fell on her. She did not brush them away, but just stared at Chen Guiwu's movements in a daze.

Shen Junsheng had been talking about cherry trees, but now what she saw was a sycamore tree.

The flowers painted on the painting and the fan were not as clear as before, so neither Shen Junsheng nor she could tell the difference between the cherry trees and the sycamore trees.

There are indeed two trees. However, in Chen Guiwu's painting back then, it was a cherry tree, but now it is a paulownia tree. Has his heart changed, or has he changed?

Tsk, what normal person would not do anything else on their wedding day and instead come to admire the moon and paint in the middle of the night.

Oh, Shen Guiwu is sick, and she is sick too.

Sheng Wu was lost in thought, while Chen Guiwu, who was painting opposite her, was carefully copying her stroke by stroke.

"alright."

In an instant, Chen Guiwu put down his paintbrush, picked up the painting and walked towards Sheng Wu.

Hearing the sound, Sheng Wu, who was about to fall asleep out of boredom, opened her eyes and saw Chen Guiwu coming over. She was too lazy to move, so she simply took Chen Guiwu's hand and pulled him to sit next to her. Then she picked up the other end of the painting with one hand and looked at it carefully.

Yes, it was exactly the same painting she had seen before, a woman in cheongsam, under a paulownia tree.

Chen Guiwu even managed to capture the woman's sleepiness in the painting.

Sheng Wu couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, her tone angry and her face puffed up.

"How come you even drew my sleepiness into the picture?"

Chen Guiwu smiled and raised his hand to hold hers. "I'm drawing you. It will look just like you. Don't worry, I'm the only one who sees this drawing. No one will laugh at you."

Sheng Wu glared at him angrily, "I'm not afraid of being laughed at!"

"Yes, yes, Awu, don't be afraid. It's just my petty mind."

Chen Guiwu chuckled, put down the painting in his hand, then hugged Sheng Wu and leaned against the parasol tree with her. His arm served as a pillow for Sheng Wu, and the two of them lay together looking at the night sky.

"Awu, I still don't understand the painting you drew before, no matter how hard I think about it."

"Oh, never mind."

"Today is our wedding day. Are you really unwilling to comfort me and explain the meaning of the painting?"

"Well... okay, I'll just try to coax you." After a pause, "Huh, it's so obvious that there are a few red beans in the painting."

"Red beans?" Chen Guiwu's tone of surprise didn't sound fake.

"You really didn't notice it?!" Her painting skills are so good!

Chen Guiwu was silent, his eyes innocent and clear.

"you......"

Seeing this, Sheng Wu choked with anger. She raised her hand and elbowed Chen Guiwu, neither lightly nor heavily, like a tickle.

"I won't explain it to you!" He actually doubted her superb painting skills!

Chen Guiwu was also happy to be beaten. He pretended to be in pain and covered the place where he was beaten, "Hiss, it hurts."

"You should!"

What he got in return was another severe blow from Sheng Wu!

"Awu has such a cruel heart."

As the two of them were playing happily, Chen Guiwu suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to make a finger-raising gesture.

"Shh!"

Sheng Wu paused, her beautiful eyes looking at him seriously, "What?"

"Look."

Chen Guiwu raised his hand and gently turned her head, which was looking at him, and looked towards the other side of the paulownia tree.