The ancestral hall under the moonlight was quiet and eerie, and the white curtains moved with the wind. The red lanterns on the side flickered on and off, illuminating the six bottles of wine glasses under the lamp. I couldn't help but sigh secretly, this thing rewarded by the emperor is really good.

"This spring breeze comes, and the wine is as its name suggests." Le Ling raised his sleeves and swallowed lightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

Xingchen also said anxiously: "It's really much better than the wine in our underworld." ”

Xue Xue glanced at him and said coldly: "Could it be that you often drink secretly?" ”

Xingchen knew that he had missed his mouth, and hurriedly turned his eyes to me for help, and I immediately smiled and said to the snowfall: "This spring breeze is really good, you can drink a few more glasses!" ”

Song Chuxuan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of pride: "This is our Song family's heirloom brewing method, if you want to drink it, I can give you a few jars when you leave." ”

Song Chuxuan began to talk about some marching and fighting, laughing happily, and the wine glasses collided together from time to time, making a crisp sound. After a while, Song Chuxuan's cheeks turned red, and Le Ling's face was as pale as ever, but the amount of alcohol in the night was too much beyond my expectations.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a black shadow passing by outside the door, the snowfall suddenly became clear, and the black pupils stared vigilantly outside the ancestral hall: "Who is outside?" ”

"Young master, the slave is Xiaohong."

Everyone stopped their wine glasses when they heard the sound, and Le Ling quickly disappeared into the glass lamp and disappeared.

At this time, Song Chuxuan coughed lightly before he said loudly: "Come in, is there something wrong?" ”

In the middle of the sound, a girl walked in, bowed to us, and then lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of alarming the shrine in the ancestral hall: "Young master, the old lady has a fever, the situation is a little bad, you better hurry up and take a look." ”

Song Chuxuan stood up suddenly, and asked urgently, "My mother?" What's wrong with my mother? ”

The girl looked at him worriedly: "Young master, let's hurry up and take a look with me." ”

"Okay, then you go outside and wait for a while, I'll be right there."

After the girl went out, Song Chuxuan glanced at the glass lamp burning with cyan flames, and smiled apologetically at us, "Then I'll go to see my mother first, and you can continue to talk." ”

The wind outside was blowing stronger and stronger, and the white curtain rattled, and the wick of the glass lamp in the ancestral hall actually flashed.

"Now that he's gone, Leling wants to ask everyone for something."

We turned around, but saw the plain-clothed woman standing behind the underworld and showing us a shallow smile, a pair of jade hands grasping the white curtain, and the bones were distinct. If it weren't for this scene, her smile would have fascinated many people.

A faint smile appeared on Xuexue's face: "Miss Le has already seen that Song Chuxuan is dead." ”

I was slightly stunned, she already knew, so she ......

Le Ling walked back to the table gently, sat down, and said lightly: "Hei Wuchang is right, I have already seen that he is a dead person since he came back. She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, and looked at Xue Xue again with a calm gaze: "His body is full of the breath of life, where can he see a trace of human breath?" Someone saved his life. Generally speaking, this body can last up to a month. ”

When Ye Yan heard this, he seemed to be instantly interested, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Miss Le has good eyes, he said that he did this just because he thought of one of his own wishes." ”

"What wish?" She took another drink.

"He wants to tie the knot with you and marry you to the Song Mansion in a beautiful manner. In this way, he will have no regrets in this life. I replied, and my eyes were fixed on her deep eyes, eager to find the answer from them.

But her eyes were still just unfazed, and after a long time, the black pupils turned slightly, and asked me with a smile: "Actually, you came to the Song Mansion to look for me, right?" ”

I didn't nod or shake my head, but I answered her in another way, "No, everything will wait until you get married." ”

She smiled, probably understanding what I had just said, and nodded, "Okay, so I want to ask you to help me find something today." ”

"What's that?" Xue Xue frowned slightly.

Le Ling smiled again, the shallow light in her eyes wavered, and when she spoke, her moist and soothing voice was a little sad: "Do you want to hear stories about me?" After listening to this story, you will understand what I want. ”

"Okay."

"My story starts a hundred years ago, when ......"

At that time, it was the twenty-fifth year of Chongming, the emperor was mourned, and the crown prince Yan Nanfeng ascended the throne.

According to the edict of the first emperor, Yan Nanfeng wanted to marry Leling, the daughter of the first minister of the court, on the day of his accession to the throne. Because the Fengjiu Kingdom was not long after it was established, the foundation was still unstable, and the power of the ministers was greater than that of the emperor, so in order to stabilize the country, this was the only policy.

Le Ling was sent to the palace to study with Yan Nanfeng when he was young, and he was also a childhood sweetheart, and he was very affectionate, but he fell in love with her personal maid Youhe.

Although he learned the etiquette of the queen mother since he was a child, he also secretly promised Yan Nanfeng, but he didn't want to, and she had no intention of forcing her. And in order to win Youhe, Yan Nanfeng begged Leling to agree to his plea. So on the day of the wedding, the two did something from it and sent Youhe to the carriage to marry into the palace.

After Father Le found out, he made a big fuss in the court and grounded her at the same time, but the matter was a foregone conclusion, so it had to be stopped. Xu is the will of heaven, and it is also strange that Youhe has a thin life, Chongming has been thirty years, Youhe has a terminal illness, and Yan Nanfeng has searched for famous doctors all over the world to no avail.

Until the rumors in the market, Lejia has an ancestral lamp called the glass lamp, which cannot be extinguished by the wind and rain, and can be used to repair the soul of the deceased, and the completion of such a spell only requires a bowl of the blood of the deceased's closest people as a medicine. And there is only one person closest to Youhe, and that is Leling.

On the third day of the seventh month, Yan Nanfeng made an appointment to meet Leling on the grounds that he was in a hurry. She was grounded and couldn't leave the house, so she made an appointment in the quietest ancestral hall in Yuefu. But she never thought that her favorite Yan Nanfeng had already brought more than ten secret guards to surround the ancestral hall, and what made her even more chilling was that Yan Nanfeng actually ordered someone to pierce her heart on the spot, and then took her heart's blood to offer the glass cup.

However, this incident was seen by the subordinates who patrolled the night, and the sound of the fight woke up and down the musician. In order to stabilize the court, Yan Nanfeng actually had evil thoughts, and he slaughtered 198 people in Yuefu overnight.

On the second day, Yan Nanfeng gave Youhe the blood in his heart, and she really recovered.

At this time, rumors spread again that Miss Lejia unfortunately knocked over the glass cup in the house, angered the gods, and was tragically destroyed, and all 198 people in the house were punished by the gods overnight.

And rumors are just rumors after all, and everyone is quick for a while, chatting after tea and dinner. And a hundred years have passed in a flash, and the matter of Lejia has long disappeared in the boundless wind and snow. No one ever talks about how prosperous Lejia was at the beginning, and no one remembers how heroic the eldest lady of Lejia was back then. (To be continued.) )