The girl was very happy that he did not suspect that he was lying like others did.
"The child behind has disappeared again..."
The girl's thick eyelashes blinked, her eyes sparkled as if filled with starlight, her crimson lips opened and closed as she spoke non-stop, her voice soft.
The two of them analyzed it slowly.
As the night deepened and the dew grew heavier, sleepiness gradually came over her.
Ruan Mian didn't notice that Song Wenjing's voice was getting lower and lower until it disappeared.
The man had a smile on his face and watched her head lower slowly with gentle eyes.
With quick eyes and hands, he caught the girl's slender body that was about to slip, gently placed her on his bed, and covered her with a thin quilt.
It was just dawn.
A gorgeous sedan stopped outside the inn.
The man who came down with the help of a servant was fat and wealthy, and was dressed in gorgeous and expensive clothes.
The clothes he wore were made of fine materials, decorated with silk, brocade, gold thread, etc.
Either rich or noble.
Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Bring over the gifts I prepared for the immortals."
"Yes, Master Zhao."
The man had an obvious double chin. He was the richest businessman in Qingshi Town and was surrounded by several servants.
I received news not long ago that the Tianluan Sect had sent people to deal with the strange things here, so I came here specially to say hello.
Song Wenjing got up early and was drinking tea on the first floor. As soon as Mr. Zhao entered the room, he walked over to him flatteringly.
Seeing Xiyue beside him, whose beauty was beyond ordinary, he paused for a moment before remembering what he wanted to say.
"Master, you have come all this way here. I, Zhao, am sorry for not welcoming you. Please forgive me."
Song Wenjing exchanged a few polite words with him and found out that the other party wanted to take a concubine but was afraid of encountering an unexpected event.
Mr. Zhao shouted outside the door.
"Yu'er, come in and pay your respects to the immortals."
After he finished speaking, a woman walked in slowly. She had a petite figure, fair and delicate skin, eyes like water, and a look of affection.
She was wearing a gorgeous and light dress made of fine fabric and bright colors. Her hair was tied up high, revealing her jeweled earrings.
"Yu'er greets everyone..."
The woman walked as lightly as a swallow, with a graceful figure.
After paying her respects, she politely retreated to the side of Mr. Zhao, and her delicate hand gently brushed the arm of the rich master.
She spoke softly and delicately as she explained the date she had chosen from the matchmaker to get married. Her voice was sweet and coquettish.
Ruan Mian got up late and walked down the stairs.
The girl has bright eyes, white teeth, and skin as delicate and flawless as the finest mutton-fat jade.
She saw the crowded people downstairs and stopped hesitantly, feeling a little nervous.
The fingers holding the wooden railing are white, with light pink fingertips.
Even though the girl was wearing the crude and regular outer disciple uniform, it was difficult to conceal her peerless temperament.
Mr. Zhao stared blankly with his eyes wide open, and was pinched by his concubine in anger.
"hiss."
Song Wenjing lowered his eyes and looked at the other person. His usually gentle face had no expression, his brows were cold, and he didn't look very happy.
Mr. Zhao coughed a few times to cover up the awkward atmosphere, then raised his hand and asked someone to bring out dozens of boxes.
It is filled with gemstones of all sizes, shapes and colors, as well as rare emeralds, amber and pearls.
Their value is immeasurable and they represent a symbol of wealth and status.
"I only ask the immortals to do me a favor and let Yu'er marry into my Zhao Mansion safely and smoothly. Thank you for your trouble. These are just our little gifts. Please accept them."
Seeing that Song Wenjing didn't say anything, and worried that he would refuse, Mr. Zhao asked Yu'er to step forward.
The woman wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said sobbingly.
"Please help us. It will be considered as doing a good deed for Qingshi Town."
All the jewellery was confiscated.
Song Wenjing could only try his best to help, but he couldn't promise that nothing would happen. After all, the evil ghost dared to run to the inn to find Ruan Mian without being discovered. It seemed that he was quite powerful.
Mr. Zhao sat on a chair, with the servant beside him fanning him, but he still felt a little uneasy.
"Why don't you all stay at my house? I can show my hospitality and entertain you well."
He talked on and on for a long time, and it seemed that he was really anxious to take a concubine. He even sent someone to pay the accommodation fees of all his disciples.
Zhao Mansion.
The entire house is covered with deep red glazed tile roofs and is also carved with Feng Shui decorations such as dragons, phoenixes, and auspicious beasts.
They passed pavilions and walked through small gardens.
The light green lake is surrounded by weeping willows, and when the breeze blows, the willow branches sway gently.
People didn't realize that Mr. Zhao was rich on the surface, but the construction of his mansion was quite elegant, with small bridges and flowing water, which was not like his style.
When arranging a room, it happened that the guest rooms were full.
Ruan Mian followed the maid through several twists and turns before arriving at her residence.
It was a bit remote and there was no one nearby. "Sister, can you help me change the room?"
The woman bowed and left without saying anything.
Well, after all, it’s in someone else’s house, so as long as I can live there, I didn’t complain anymore.
As dusk approached, Mr. Zhao said that he would hold a welcoming banquet for them, but it would not be a good idea for them to go.
"Xiaoyuan, do you remember the way we came here?"
Since separating from the others, the little guy has regained a little spirit. He stuck his tail out of his sleeve and pointed to the left. Then he thought something was wrong and pointed to the right.
Ruan Mian guessed that it didn't remember at all, and was as careless and directionally challenged as herself.
"It seems like someone is singing..."
The girl tilted her ear to listen carefully, and heard a faint and unclear voice coming from the backyard. She couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. She thought, why not go and ask for directions?
Following the source, I could gradually hear the other person's voice was rough and mixed with resentment.
The ground was covered with fallen leaves and dead branches, which made a rustling sound when stepped on.
Is there such a deserted courtyard in the Zhao Mansion?
The girl looked around and saw that the once prosperous courtyard had not been cleaned up and was now occupied by weeds and messy debris.
There is a small pavilion under the shadow of the bamboo forest.
A woman in a red wedding dress sat on a stone bench with her back to her. The fabric of the dress was worn and white, and it was a style from several years ago.
"Hello, how do I get to the front hall?"
"Talking to me?"
The woman's voice was hoarse as if it had been burned by fire. She turned around and walked towards me slowly.
The red wedding dress was covered in stains and wrinkles, looking worn out.
Repeated it again.
"Are you talking to me?"
Mei Niang's long hair hung messily in front of her face, covering most of her face.
Ruan Mian couldn't help but take a step back, regretting why he came to ask someone for directions.
The air under the shade of the trees seemed to be frozen, filled with a dull atmosphere.
Mei Niang's pale face had no expression, and she was still insisting on saying that.
Before she was about to speak again, the girl nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I am asking you."
The woman was very tall, more than half a head taller than Ruan Mian.
The embroidered shoes on her feet were washed white, and her red wedding dress wrapped her tightly.
"She's pretty, but... it's a pity."
Mei Niang's eyes were pitch black, with no whites visible, and her eyeballs looked ferocious when they moved.
There was no trace of human energy in his body, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
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