Chapter 187: The Ancestral Hall Lonely Lamp
For a while, everyone fell into silence, and I was afraid that if I continued to ask questions like this, they would arouse suspicion, so I had to stop talking and eat my own food. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
But Xue Xue suddenly opened up his eyes and asked, "What other women are there in your house?" β
Everyone was stunned by her question, and I knew that she had the same thoughts as me, but it seemed rude to ask it directly. I then smiled and explained, "Madam, the snow means that we seem to have seen a woman in white in the house, who doesn't look like a maid, but maybe we were wrong." β
When the old lady heard this, she shook her head suspiciously, and her eyes showed a puzzled look, "The woman in white? We don't have that in our house."
Seeing that she didn't understand, it shouldn't be like lying, so I quickly said: "It must be that we see the flowers, after all, we can't see clearly in the heavy rain." β
But at this moment, I clearly saw Song Chuxuan's hand stiffen slightly, and even his expression was a little unnatural, although it was very short, it was still in my sight.
After dinner, we said goodbye to our wife, Mu Qing and Song Chuxuan, and returned to our respective rooms. However, this was just an illusion, because Xingchen soon came back and said that Song Chuxuan had really gone to a remote corner of the Song Mansion alone. We randomly followed closely behind.
Song Chuxuan stopped in front of a dark room with a lantern, and then disappeared. Only then did we see that this was a quiet ancestral hall, the candles in the ancestral hall were dim and yellow, and the underworld enshrined in front of the stage was solemn and solemn, giving people a sense of cold and cold. In the center of the underworld burned a faint blue glass lamp engraved with strange patterns, the breeze swept by, and all the candlelight flashed, but this lamp, standing still in the wind, was still bright.
The four of us hid our bodies in the dark, and Song Chuxuan just stared at the glass lamp and didn't notice our existence. Xuexue's brow couldn't help frowning slightly, and I wanted to ask what was going on. saw that Song Chuxuan quickly extinguished the lantern and called softly, "Leling? Leling"
I was in confusion when the curtain behind the underworld was slightly rolled up, and a dark shadow came from behind the glass lamp.
The moonlight was murmuring, and faint fluorescence was pouring down on the people. She was dressed in white, with her head full of green silk behind her, her eyebrows were like the moon in the moonlight, and her eyes were like flowing autumn water, like moonflowers in the pond. A little scarlet on the cheek, like a drop of blood, like a tear. She raised her head, and her eyes lit up when she saw him, and her voice was like fairy music with a bit of joy: "Chu Xuan, you're back!" β
The woman smiled at the corner of her mouth, stepped forward slowly, rolled up her long water sleeves, conjured a begonia in her palm, and handed it to him: "I heard that you swept the north of the Saibei, oh, this flower will be given to you." β
Song Chuxuan threw the lantern on the ground, grabbed her hand and took her into his arms: "Leling, I miss you so much, I really miss it." In the past six years, there has not been a day when I have not been thinking about you, I just hope to come back and marry you one day after I have become famous. β
Le Ling seemed to be about to be hugged by the person in front of him, and pushed him away with a smile: "Why are you still like a child, I thought that you should have matured a lot over the years, but I didn't expect you to still be so naΓ―ve." β
I looked at the woman in front of me in amazement, wasn't she the soul of the soul that flashed by the soul light? It turned out that she was hiding in this ancestral hall, and it turned out that she and Song Chuxuan actually had a relationship. But the two of them, one is a soul and the other is a living soul, what is going on?
I immediately looked at Xue Xue, and suddenly Leling seemed to suddenly feel something, and immediately erected her ears, did she find us?
Sure enough, she whispered softly with vigilance in her voice: "Since you're here, why don't you show up?" β
We knew we couldn't hide, so we came out of the darkness. Song Chuxuan saw that it was us, and a look of shock appeared on his face, "Why are you here?" Who are you? β
Le Ling didn't look surprised at all, walked towards us, and bowed politely: "Le Ling has seen all the envoys. β
Xingchen coughed lightly and slowly saluted Leling: "You know us?" β
Le Ling probed us meaningfully, and then looked at the stars: "Presumably you are impermanent, right?" Le Ling has lived in this world for a hundred more years, and he has seen the ghost of the format, but he has not seen the black and white impermanence adult. β
Song Chuxuan was stunned again, his eyes were already wide open, and he kept repeating a sentence: "You are actually a ghost, you are a ghost"
I was thinking of calming his mind with something to calm his mind, but suddenly he said, "What are you doing here?" Are you here to bring it?" but he only said half of it, and then swallowed it immediately, and he didn't know whether he wanted to take her or treat him himself.
Le Ling smiled gently, held his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter." β
He groaned, but his uneasy eyes still swirled in his sockets.
Seeing this, Xingchen said, "Song Chuxuan, we are here for"
The snowfall immediately interrupted him, and he walked alone to the glass lamp in the underworld, and said with a smile: "This dark burning glass lamp has been burning for about two hundred years. β
A trace of surprise flickered in Le Ling's eyes, and without waiting for her to speak, Song Chuxuan nodded and said: "This lamp is used in the town house, and according to my mother, it seems to have been rewarded by the emperor." For a hundred years, this lamp wind can not be extinguished, and the rain cannot be extinguished, which is really a spectacle. β
Before the words fell, he seemed to remember something, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "If I hadn't been really curious about this glass lamp trespassing into the ancestral hall in the middle of the night when I was a child, I wouldn't have known Leling." I think that at the beginning, after she stood in the underworld in white, I thought that the ancestor had been resurrected, and I was so frightened that I kowtowed a few times. As he spoke, he took her hand, and the palm of his hand was warm.
Le Linghu glanced at the snowfall suspiciously, his eyes rolled, and he covered his lips and laughed lowly: "Besides, you are really bold, I told you that I am the soul of the glass lamp, and you are not afraid, if it were others, I am afraid that I would have been scared to bedridden." β
Song Chuxuan had long forgotten about Fang Cai, and now he raised his eyebrows proudly: "It shows that we are destined to marry." β
"Nonsense."
"What nonsense, I came back this time to introduce you to my mother and ask her to promise us to get married."
"You don't know it, I am the soul of the glass lamp, and I can only appear in the middle of the night. Not to mention anything else, if Mrs. Song knows my identity, can't she find a Taoist priest to take me away? She teased.
Song Chuxuan's face turned pale, and the hand holding her was slightly clenched: "Don't worry, my mother will definitely agree." β
Le Ling raised her eyebrows: "Whatever you want, you can do whatever you want." β
At this time, Yuyu asked, "Do you want to get married?" β
Song Chuxuan replied categorically: "Yes, no matter whether this life is life or death, as long as I can marry Le Ling, I will have no regrets even if I die." β
Xue Xue smiled, "Alright, we'll stay for your wedding." β
The dark wind in the ancestral hall blew the curtains around it, and suddenly there were rains falling on the ground. To be continued.