Whoosh…whoosh…
A strange wind blew from nowhere, and Shu Guoyi felt an inexplicable chill in his spine. He couldn't help but look back behind him. When he saw a black shadow behind him, he didn't think that it was the shadow cast by the candle on him.
Shu Guoyi thought the shadow behind him was the dead Xiao Qifeng. He was so scared that he no longer cared about the pain in his hand. He picked up the candle and ran back to his room quickly.
Maybe he ran too fast, the candle suddenly went out, and the darkness in front of him made Shu Guoyi panic. He didn't pay attention to the steps at the door and fell heavily.
At this moment, his head hit the corner of the table and blood gushed out.
Shu Guoyi cried and screamed as he touched his head which was bleeding uncontrollably.
"Mom...where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Please come back soon, I'm scared..."
“Ohhh…”
In the early morning, the crowing of a rooster woke Ke, who had finally gotten a short nap, up suddenly. He glanced at the empty seat next to him and found that Old Man Shu had already gotten up.
Mrs. Ke also groped her way out of the bed.
After putting on her coat, Ke walked outside and immediately saw the old man from Shu smoking a pipe in the yard.
Mrs. Ke cursed in a low voice: "You old man are such a heavy smoker. I don't think you can stop smoking for even one day."
Old Man Shu was too lazy to argue. In fact, Ke tossed and turned all night last night, which prevented him from sleeping well. Wasn't he smoking here to refresh himself?
Knowing that Ke had become very sensitive since Shu Guozhong's death, Old Man Shu finally understood that the only person he would depend on was this old woman. He asked Ke kindly, "Are you hungry? How about I ask the kitchen to make you some buns or something to fill your stomach?"
Ke shook his head.
"I'm not hungry. It's still early. Let's wait for our daughter to come and eat together then."
"That's fine, as long as you're happy."
Old Man Shu had no objection and continued smoking his pipe.
Mrs. Ke didn't like the smell of dry tobacco, so she went back to her room.
The other side
Zhuang Zhenmeng, who was in the general's mansion, had long forgotten her appointment with Mrs. Ke and Old Man Shu to go boating on the lake today, because when she came back from outside last night, Zhuang Tianming told her that the high priest in the palace had calculated that there would be a blood moon night that only happens once in a century in seven days, and on this day, there would be no taboos in doing anything.
So the emperor finally made a decision and said that he would officially marry Zhuang Zhenmeng into the palace in seven days.
Originally, Zhuang Zhenmeng was worried that her plan to enter the palace would be inexplicably ruined again like last time, but early this morning, she saw many palace maids and eunuchs coming to the general's mansion with loads of betrothal gifts (sacrificial offerings), and she finally believed it was true.
Running excitedly to the main hall, Zhuang Zhenmeng counted the betrothal gifts and found that there were actually 444 loads. However, this number sounded strange, after all, the pronunciation of 444 is almost the same as "die die die".
Thinking that the emperor would make such an arrangement, and probably the intention of the high priest in the palace, Zhuang Zhenmeng did not think too much about it. She just felt that being able to receive so many betrothal gifts when she was a bride was something that no other woman in the world could match.
In an instant, Zhuang Zhenmeng felt like she was dreaming.
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