001

The thin mist in the early morning is like light smoke, spreading with morning dew. A few dewdrops are dripping on the branches of the trees on both sides, and the crisp sound of birds wakes up the sleeping green mountains as usual.

At the foot of the mountain.

In the low-key and luxurious carriage, Song Jin seemed to be in a nightmare, with cold sweat on her forehead. The maid beside her quickly took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

"Madam? Madam? Madam, wake up!"

With a scream, Song Jin woke up from the nightmare. The fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and he stared blankly ahead as if he had lost his soul.

The people beside her kept calling her, but she seemed not to hear them. She remained in a daze for a long time before she came to her senses.

Seeing clearly who called her, Song Jin seemed to be stung by something. His moist almond-shaped eyes widened a little and he suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Qingwu?!"

It is... the living Qingmist...

"Madam, it's me." Qing Wu looked at her worriedly, "Madam, are you still in a trance? We don't have to go to the Bodhi Temple today. I'll go and tell the driver..."

Song Jin could no longer hear clearly what Qing Wu said next.

Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. She stared blankly at Qing Wu's move to lift the curtain. She couldn't utter a word for a long time. She just felt her head was in a mess and her vision was blurry.

Song Jin wanted to call her back, but before he could say anything, he fell down.

"My wife!"

*

Song Jin remembered.

In fact, she had already died once.

She was the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Qingzhou. She was well-educated and well-known since she was a child. She also had an enviable fiancé, the seventh prince of the dynasty. Song Jin was naturally happy about such a happy marriage. As the wedding date was approaching, she had not had time to wear the wedding dress she had embroidered by herself before she received the news that the rebels had occupied Qingzhou.

Overnight, corpses were piled up in Qingzhou and the people were in panic.

The entire Song family was killed, leaving only her alive. She was imprisoned in a cell by the rebels and tortured day and night until the Seventh Prince led his troops to suppress the rebels, and she was able to see the light of day again.

She thought she was saved.

However, when the rebels used her to force the Seventh Prince to withdraw his troops, she saw a beautiful girl standing next to her fiancé. She was an acquaintance of hers, but the look she gave her was so strange.

She didn't even have time to ask any questions before she was shot dead by her own fiancé!

And his beautiful wife watched her fall from the building with a sweet smile on her face.

The rebels were wiped out, and everyone was cheering for the bravery of the Seventh Prince. No one cared about Song Jin who died with his eyes open under the city wall.

It is said that after death, the soul will be reincarnated, but her soul was imprisoned in the human world and became a wandering ghost.

In the hall, the Seventh Prince, who was now the Emperor, sat at the desk with a frown on his face. The person behind him slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed the acupoints.

"Your Majesty, do you have a headache again?"

Song Jin recognized her, she was the beautiful girl!

The Seventh Prince relaxed his brows, pulled the Queen into his arms, and sighed, "The Ministry of Revenue is going to allocate money again. The treasury is tight now. I am thinking about whether I need to collect a few more taxes."

The queen smiled coquettishly, put her arms around his neck, and breathed softly, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that your fiancée who died early still has a lot of property left?"

“…”

Seeing his hesitation, the queen's eyes flashed coldly, "Why, Your Majesty, do you feel guilty for occupying someone else's property? I remember that Your Majesty shot the arrow without mercy. If Your Majesty had not needed the money from the Song family, a mere merchant girl would not be worthy of Your Majesty..."

"shut up!"

The Seventh Prince suddenly became furious, pushed the person away, and stared at her with gloomy eyes.

The Queen was silent immediately, staring at him in shame, with a hint of saying something she had said without thinking: "Your Majesty, are you going to annoy me? Back then, Your Majesty did not hesitate to kill your fiancée for the sake of the Song family's property. It seems that Your Majesty was so affectionate at that time! Who are you pretending to be obsessed with now? For your fiancée who has been dead for who knows how many years and has no grave?!"

Song Jin looked at the two of them absentmindedly.

What does this mean?

The scene changed, and she saw the Seventh Prince kneeling in front of the tomb. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was her cenotaph!

The Seventh Prince was lost in thought, drinking alone in front of the tombstone, pouring out his heart: "Jinjin, I'm sorry, I have let you down..."

Two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, and he reached out his hand tremblingly, touching the words on the stele very reverently - My wife Song Jin.

Song Jin felt that the scene before her made her vomit!

She thought they were in love with each other, but it turned out that he was just after the Song family's property, and now he was pretending to be in love!

His heart felt cold, and his breath seemed to have cooled. Thinking of the tragic death of the entire Song family, Song Jin couldn't help but cover his face, tears streaming down his fingers.

The people of Qingzhou are so innocent, the entire Song family is so innocent, and she is so innocent too!

Time and space suddenly turned, raindrops fell on her body, and she returned to the day of her death.

Song Jin's face was red from crying. The cold raindrops hit her body mercilessly. She raised her head in a daze.

Can ghosts feel cold?

She lowered her head again and realized that her body was lying at her feet.

The woman's face was pale, and her clothes were dirty and messy, but her eyes were still open as she stared into the distance, as if she was trying to see through time and space to see the person in the palace.

Song Jin looked at his own corpse, feeling sad and angry, but he had no way to express it.

The surroundings were as quiet as hell. She stood there helplessly, trying to find someone, even just one person...

It was raining heavily and Song Jin was standing alone and helpless in the rain.

The rain overhead had lessened.

Song Jin raised her head in confusion and found someone walking towards her body with an umbrella.

The umbrella tilted slightly, shielding her from the wind and rain. She heard the extremely cold voice speaking calmly:

"It's a poor thing... I hope he will be buried well."

Song Jin blinked, her eyes blurred by the rain. Before she could see the man's face clearly, he had already stood up and left, leaving an oil-paper umbrella for her body to protect it from the wind and rain.

The person behind him responded, "Yes. Lord, the Seventh Prince is also in the city..."

The voices of the conversation became vague. Song Jin wanted to catch up to see his face clearly, but suddenly she found that the space she was in became illusory. She slowly stopped and watched the man walking further and further away.

In the end, the person who collected her body was a stranger she had never met before.

Song Jin cried and laughed, and figured out his identity from those few words.

Marquis of Quling, Cui Huaiji.

*

All the events of my past life flashed before my eyes.

Was everything she had experienced just a part of the story?

Song Jin slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Qing Wu's red eyes that were crying.

"My dear, you finally woke up. I was so scared just now. No matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up!"

Song Jin smiled, pinched her nose, and teased her: "Okay, I'm fine, maybe I got up too early, look at your red eyes from crying, like a rabbit."

"My wife always makes fun of me!" Qing Wu seemed to be annoyed by her teasing. She glared at her and couldn't help complaining, "My wife is the same. Why did she have to come so early in the morning when she could pray for the Seventh Prince at any time? No matter how much I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen!"

The smile on Song Jin's face faded a little, and the vague memories of his previous life became clearer.

At this time in her previous life, she happily went to the most efficacious Bodhi Temple in Qingzhou to pray for the Seventh Prince and for her own marriage.

Now that the experience happened again, she wished she could turn back immediately!

Pray for blessings? His hypocrisy was not worthy of her going up the mountain to pray for blessings in person!

Now that she was back, she would not repeat the same mistake. When she thought about how the Seventh Prince would still miss her after her death, her stomach started to churn.

Late affection is worth less than grass, the story in the book is really true!

Noticing that her expression was not right, Qing Wu thought he had said something wrong, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

Song Jin didn't want to mention that person's name now, "Qing Wu, go back home."

Qing Wu vaguely guessed why she was unhappy, and a hint of joy flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed his joy and said, "Yes! I'll ask the driver to turn around now!"

Seeing her impatient look, Song Jin couldn't help wondering, did Qing Wu dislike the Seventh Prince? She hadn't noticed this in her previous life...

Bodhi Temple is quite far from Qingzhou, and if we return now, we will arrive at noon at the latest.

The panic and suffocation of the nightmare gradually subsided. Song Jin lifted the car curtain, and the fresh and comfortable breath of the mountains soothed the anxiety in her heart. Only then did she calm down from the vanity of rebirth.

Qing Wu saw her holding her chest and handed her a cup of hot tea at the right time, "Madam, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Drink some hot tea to calm down."

Song Jin took a sip of the drink, and seeing her nervous expression, he comforted her, "I'm really fine..."

Just as they were about to say this, the carriage suddenly jolted and a sharp hissing sound pierced their ears. The two were caught off guard and crashed heavily into the wall of the carriage.

The driver tried to control the speed of the horse, but found that the frightened horse was rushing forward and he had no control over it.

“Swoosh—”

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot out from the forest and pierced the horse's neck. The horse let out a scream and the carriage turned over completely.

The people hiding in the dark immediately rushed out and surrounded the three people. The leader had dark skin and stared at the master and servants with a ferocious look.

Qing Wu was also afraid, but he still trembled as he protected Song Jin behind him.

"You...what are you going to do!?"

Song Jin secretly observed them.

There weren't many people coming, only three. They didn't look like bandits from the mountains, and the hostility between their brows was not common among bandits.

The dark-skinned man held a sword and threatened: "Young lady, can I borrow your carriage?"

These people were obviously waiting there deliberately, waiting for someone to pass by.

They hitched the carriage to another horse again, raised the tips of their swords, let the master and servant get in first, and then they bent down and got in.

The carriage started moving again, and the already small space became even more crowded.

Song Jin looked at the sword in front of him and thought to himself that they were a bit like desperadoes. They robbed their carriage but did not kill anyone. She guessed that they wanted to use them as hostages to capture someone. They should be safe for the time being.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a little.

Not long after the carriage had gone on, they heard noises outside again. It was the screams of their companions.

One of them lifted a corner of the curtain cautiously, and before he could investigate, an arrow suddenly shot towards him.

"ah!"

Song Jin quickly pressed down Qing Wu and narrowly avoided the arrow that almost hit his forehead.

The curtain of the car was opened, and she quickly looked over, only to find the bodies of their accomplices outside. The driver was nowhere to be seen, and she was afraid that he had jumped out of the car and escaped.

"not good!"

The dark-skinned man swore under his breath and noticed that the horse was frightened and was shaking as it pulled the carriage, rushing along, brushing against the bushes.

Click. Click.

The carriage is falling apart!

When the two men saw that the situation was not going well, they immediately jumped out of the car and ran for their lives, not caring about their lives.

There is a landslide ahead. If you don't jump out of the car now, you will fall down with the car and you will be half dead if you don't die.

Qing Wu was so scared that tears came out, but she still hugged Song Jin tightly, "Mom, my dear, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

"Silly Qingwu!"

How could Song Jin let her die? Seeing her shocked look, he hugged her and jumped off the carriage without hesitation.

In the last life, Qing Wu died to protect her. In this life, she must protect Qing Wu from harm!

*

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and insects chirp in the night.

Song Jin was finally awakened from being frozen.

He jumped off the carriage, but unfortunately he still couldn't escape the landslide and rolled all the way down. He had several scratches on his body and his head hit a rock, causing swelling and pain.

She looked around but didn't see Qing Wu, so she wanted to look for him nearby. After taking a few steps, she heard voices coming from the front. She was worried that it was those people from the daytime, so she quickly hid in the bushes, quietly moved a little further away, and peeked over.

Under the dark night sky, the moonlight was as bright as a silk thread, and the silver moonlight poured down. A man faced the moonlight, smiled, swung his sword and chopped off the head of the man kneeling on the ground.

Blood spurted out instantly, and a few drops splashed onto the teardrop mole at the corner of the man's eye. The strange red inadvertently revealed a bit of seductive and alluring charm.

The smiling voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was admiring his own masterpiece.

"Well, the blade is much smoother this time."

The man had a warm face, curved eyebrows, and the teardrop mole under the corner of his eye was even more radiant, just like the jade-faced killer god in Yanluo Palace.

Song Jin was so frightened that her breathing stagnated. She could clearly tell from his voice that he was the one who collected her body!

The bushes trembled slightly, attracting Cui Huaiji's attention.

He walked over slowly, stroked the sword with his palm, and the dancing sword light reflected on his face, reflecting the coldness in his eyes. However, he spoke with a smile, which made him look extremely scary.

"Huh? There's still one fish that slipped through the net!"

Song Jin didn't dare to breathe. The leaves of the bushes pierced into the wound, causing her to burst into tears on the spot, unable to hold back any pain.

The leaves above my head were suddenly blown away.

The man smiled, the tip of his sword resting on her fragile neck.

Song Jin was so scared that he trembled and shook his head to beg for mercy: "Don't... don't kill me... I didn't see anything!"

The idea of ​​a body collector had long been forgotten by her.

Cui Huaiji lowered his eyes and stared at the young lady with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes and a red nose, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Those wet eyes showed obvious fear of him, but also a hint of curiosity. They looked at him timidly, just like the fox slaves he kept in his house.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

He pressed it calmly, with a smile on his lips.

[Will this sword slash her neck or pierce her heart?]

Song Jin's sobbing stopped abruptly, and he raised his head in shock and looked at him.

W-what???

Facing his cold and terrifying eyes, Song Jin shrank his head and spoke intermittently: "Sir, please spare my life! I didn't see anything! Really!"

[Benefactor, benefactor! I am here to repay you, I am definitely not a bad person! ]

Cui Huaiji:?