Shen Mofeng obediently recited, "Article 22 of the Shen family's family rules, the inner family should bring at least one maid and one family member when they go out of the house, and they are not allowed to wander outside until Shenshi, if there is a violation, they will be exempted from dinner and dinner, and go to the ancestral hall to think for the night." ”

Liu Rumei nodded with satisfaction, and then, her sharp eyes swept towards Ye Xiyan like a knife, "It seems that the daughter-in-law is not familiar with the family rules of the Shen family, tonight, you can go to the ancestral hall to recite the family rules!" ”

"Yes, mother-in-law." Ye Xiyan burst into tears.

The ancestral hall of the Shen family is very large, and when you cross the high threshold, you can see a row of portraits of the ancestors on the front wall, each portrait has an incense burner and a pair of tablets, and there are neat tablets on the left and right sides.

The ancestral hall is lit with candles, incense is lit up, and smoke is filled.

Ye Xiyan put down the book in his hand, rubbed his knees that were kneeling painfully, looked at the yellow and clear whole chicken on the table with resentment, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

I'm so hungry, I'm dying of hunger, huh.

With a gust of wind, the faint flame of the candle on the sacrificial table flickered, snorted, and disappeared without a trace in the inky night.

Ye Xiyan screamed, the cold hairs on his whole body stood up, his eyes couldn't catch any information in the night, and he felt that someone seemed to blow cool air on his neck, and immediately, a layer of goosebumps appeared, and he didn't dare to look back, so he could only shrink his neck and feel the cold and cold things slowly flowing in his blood.

Click, click. A burst of ethereal footsteps suddenly came from the infinite ink, but it still reached Ye Xiyan's ears clearly in the silent night.

Isn't it, could it be that the Shen family ancestral hall is haunted?

Ye Xiyan broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and he closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look around.

Click, click, the footsteps are clearer.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she listened with her ears pricked up, and the more she listened, the more she felt that something was wrong, although the footsteps could be heard clearly, but there was no sense of clarity right next to her, but a feeling of walking farther and farther. She looked up suspiciously, turned to look, and just caught a white shadow flashing through the doorway.

Her first reaction was to let out a sigh, and her second reaction was to be curious, who was the white shadow outside?

Driven by curiosity, he got up lightly and felt for the door. Guessing that Bai Ying was far away, he opened the door, poked his head out and glanced left and right, and saw that Bai Ying was about to walk out of the corridor, so he hurriedly closed the door and bent down to follow.

The white shadow in front should be a woman, her slender figure is a little bleak in the moonlight.

Ye Xiyan followed behind her, walked several verandahs, turned several corners, and finally stopped when she was about to dizzy.

The moon slept soundly in the bosom of the clouds, and only a few stars twinkled and wandered in the inky black night.

There were a few lanterns hanging sparsely in the garden, and by the dim light, Ye Xiyan saw the woman in white walking towards the stone bridge, like a stone bridge with a jade belt spread on the dark lake, and the pavilions in the lake were burning with lanterns on all sides, looking from a distance, like a red lotus blooming on the water.

She didn't dare to follow too closely, and kept lying behind the stones, waiting for the woman to enter the pavilion, and then she clinged to the wall of the bridge and rubbed forward step by step.

Under the dappled lights, the woman's hair was lifted by the night wind, and her slender body became more and more lonely under the dark shadows of the buildings. She stood facing the middle of the lake, as if enclosed in her own world, forgetting everything around her.

Ye Xiyan hugged her shoulders and hid behind the pillar, curious about what she wanted to do, and suddenly, she heard the woman's sweet and complaining voice, "Will Zhong Zixi, no more than me, no break my tree." How dare you love it? Fear of my parents. Zhong can also be pregnant, and the words of parents can also be feared. ”

This voice is so familiar, and so is this poem!