Jing Zhixi put on a cyan wedding dress, sat in front of the crude dressing mirror, picked up the rouge gouache prepared for her by Mrs. Hao before her death, and gently dyed it on her cheeks.

When she got up and knocked on the firewood that had closed her, her left wrist ached violently, and she felt a force rush through her wrist, and she was about to burst out. The turbidity is suppressed outside, the ghost stays in the conflict, and the internal and external increases, so that her wrist is powerless. But her right hand pressed desperately on her left hand, and the pain slowly dissipated. If you move, the ghost will move; The heart is strong, and the strength comes from the heart. That's for later.

"Is there anyone outside?" Jing Zhixi was wearing red makeup and green clothes, and asked in pain at the chai door.

"Don't shoot, no one dares to let you out without the old lady's order." A small guy outside the door said in a voice.

"It's firewood." Zhixi heard that it was Chai Fei's voice, so she said: "You help me go to Pinyuzhai to inform the young master, and say that I regret it and change my mind, okay?" ”

There was no one guarding the door, and Chai Fei explained to the people next to him, and then responded: "Okay, Miss Zhixi is waiting, and I will go and report for you." ”

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, Zhao Mengmo wore a red dress, ordered Chai Fei to open the firewood door, and saw Jing Zhixi with red makeup, such a thrilling beauty, he got his wish, took her hand, smiled and walked to Pin Yuzhai, and said as he walked: "That's right, if you were so obedient earlier, wouldn't everyone be happy?" I went to beg my grandmother for a long time before she agreed to let you out, and I want you to compensate me. As he spoke, he turned his face to her beside him and smiled evilly.

Zhao Mengmo's production of Yuezhai was running into Wu Gucuo, who came to see Zhixi. And Wu Gu was wrong, full of joy, and when he encountered this situation in front of him, he seemed to have poured cold water on his head in the cold winter. He froze in place, and asked in a cold voice, "Zhao Mengmo, what are you doing?" ”

"Wu Jieyuan, you are conceited and talented, and you can't even understand this, isn't it no different from an idiot? She was dressed in a wedding dress, so I naturally wanted to marry her. Zhao Mengmo was straightforward and clenched her hand tighter.

"Zhixi, is that so?" Wu Gucuo's eyes stared at her, fiery and sad.

"Yes." Jing Zhixi replied softly. Cowardly as she is, stupid as she is.

"You look me in the eye and say, do you really like him?" Wu Gu stepped forward, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked.

"Like it or not, or not?" Jing Zhixi has never fought for herself, so she made a compromise with life: "I think this should be my best destination." ”

"Is it your wish to marry yourself like this and end your life?" There is still hope in Wu Gucuo's eyes, but he can't see the hope in her eyes.

"Wu Gucuo, what are you talking nonsense here?" Zhao Mengmo swept his hand away and punched him hard, hitting him in the face: "This is the palm you slapped me last night." ”

"Are you persecuting her?" Wu Gucuo's eyes were filled with anger, and he asked fiercely.

"He didn't persecute me, I was willing to marry high," Jing Zhixi was worried that if Wu Gucuo didn't give up, things would be big, and he would always suffer: "Wu Gucuo, what kind of person are you, I don't need you to fight for me." You go, go quickly, go now. ”

She pushed him, he didn't move, the pain in his heart couldn't be suppressed for the first time, his chest was depressed like a wall, he couldn't breathe, it hurt, it was heartbreaking, and he was suffocated in pain: "Yes, what kind of person can I be, even if it has been two years, eight months and seventeen days, you have never promised me anything." I'm just a country farmer, a woody cook, even if it's as unbearable as Zhao Mengmo, I can't compare. However, I just want to know, are you really willing? ”

"Boom him away! This scoundrel. Zhao Mengmo shouted an order, and his little servant surrounded him and punched and kicked Wu Gucuo, Wu Gucuo did not fight back, those meteor-like, heavy hammer-like hits outside his body, less than one ten-thousandth of the heartache that tormented him in his body. He gradually lost his strength, shrunk and curled up on the ground, sweat and blood in pain, all his reason and dignity were swallowed into the mud.

The sense of powerlessness of a person extends to the eight veins of the limbs and is deeply rooted.

"Beat people, beat people over there," the villagers of Yuewu Village, stumbling, seeing, not seeing, one pass one, two pass two, in a few minutes, surrounded the front of Zhao's house more than three times, all to see the excitement.

"What's going on?"

"People look dying"

"Isn't that the daughter of the Jing family, how do you wear a wedding dress?"

"I haven't heard of the Zhao family marrying"

"If you marry a relative, you will marry a relative, why do you still bring someone to beat, who is that person, why was he beaten"

……

Speculation, suspicion, compassion, indifference, all kinds of beings.

"Go, go, what to see?" Zhao Mengmo dispersed his villagers, all of whom were familiar faces, and they were always bad, so they had to fight kindly.

"Meng Mo, you are a wife, why don't you call your father and fellow villagers, go have a glass of wine," a middle-aged man teased him.

"It's fun to marry, why are you still sneaky, and you're still beating someone," another man echoed, seeing that the beaten person was not from the village, and he didn't step forward to stop it.

Jing Zhixi had already wanted to get rid of the group of small guys and go to see Wu Gucuo's injury, he was originally injured last night, but he was not healed, and now he is beaten like this, and no one will die. But Zhao Mengmo grabbed her wrist and didn't let her step forward.

The chaos in front of the door finally alarmed Mrs. Zhao, and she walked out gracefully and magnificently, not angry and arrogant: "What are you doing if you don't know how to count etiquette?" is not a family member of the deed of deed, if a person is killed, who will carry the lawsuit. In a word, the little guy stopped.

"Grandmother, I really haven't hit a few times, he's usually as strong as a cow, how can these little guys be his opponents, I don't know how to fight back today, I just hit twice and collapsed to the ground, didn't I pretend on purpose, to find something unhappy for our family?" Zhao Mengmo hurriedly explained to his grandmother.

"There's nothing you can do to be glorious." Mrs. Zhao hated that iron could not become steel: "If you marry a concubine, you have to be vigorous, for fear that people will not know." Saying that, she smiled at the villagers around her: "The villagers are laughing, my grandson brought a concubine into the door today, and he didn't want to show off." This is a misunderstanding, everyone disperses. ”

The villagers have always known that Mrs. Zhao is a smiling tiger, although she lives in the countryside, but there are some big backers in the capital, so there are so many silk deals. She spoke to people, and no one wanted to cause anything to be troubled, so she shouted and dispersed, and went back to their respective homes.

Jing Zhixi was not involved by Zhao Mengmo at this time, and quickly ran to Wu Gucuo's side, knelt down, held his head up, and propped it above his knees, so as not to suffocate him. The bone mistakenly spat out a mouthful of blood blocked in his throat, looked at Jing Zhixi, and squeezed out a wry smile from the corner of his mouth: "Are you willing?" ”

"Why don't you fight back," the tears in Jing Zhixi's eyes dripped onto his wounds, as if they were sprinkled with salt. Cowardly as he is, foolish as him.

"I just want to see you have a good time." Wu Gu said word by word: "If you are willing, why don't you kill me." It can be seen that in his heart, he hopes that she is unwilling. Wu Gu was wrong, he lost his demon bones, and he was like a person, with selfishness and selfish desires. The so-called those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and when they enter the dye vat of the world, they will be in the same stream.

His blood slowly seeped into the turbidity of Jing Zhixi's wrist, and was immediately dissolved without a trace, it was his mother's turbidity, recognizing the lord and beloved son, and the turbidity should follow the blood, return to the body of the bone to heal him, but because the bone mistake pressed the only remaining demon power on it before, not letting it leave Jing Zhixi's hand, so at this moment, it was just restless and shocking, causing the ghost in Jing Zhixi's left arm to also be ready to move, waiting to erupt.

Seeing that the two of them were restrained by each other, there must be an injury, but before they arrived, they shot two demonic qi to feed the turbidity and suppress the ghosts. He stood between the crowd of onlookers who were dispersing at the moment, and everyone else was scattering in the opposite direction to him, only he stood in place, like a jade tree in the wind. Mortals look at him as standing, but they can see that he is using demonic magic to save people.

"This son, he is very face-to-face, everyone is gone, but he is still too lively to see enough?" Old Lady Zhao asked kindly, "I don't know whose son is from which family." "The old lady wants to ask her name and surname, she doesn't know how thick the sky is, she wants to hold a grudge.

"Under the Qing Yaoyi Lord, Qing Weiruo." If you don't take out the attachments between others to bet on the old lady. Qing wants to be the lord of Yi, and Mrs. Zhao is always afraid of three points.

"I've never heard that the lord of Qingyao has a son." Mrs. Zhao was suspicious.

"Because he was weak and sick since he was a child, he was raised in the inner room of his home, and he never saw anyone." Qing Weiruo answered.

It turned out that the underworld, ordered by the king of the underworld, left a body in the world, attached to the identity of the son of the lord of Qingyaoyi, Qing Weiruo, to trace thousands of miles to catch Jing Zhixijue who slipped through the net seventeen years ago. However, because he is still entangled in many things in the underworld, he has to walk around the Six Realms often, so his own soul cannot stay in the body of Qing Weiruo in the world, so the human house of the son of the lord of Qing Yaoyi is a walking corpse in the world, who has lived in the inner room for many years, never shows up in front of people, and few people know about it.

Last night, because of Qingjian's abnormal movement, Weiruo's awakening came to him and met the master who was recognized and summoned by Qingjian, that is, Jing Zhixi. The original intention was to be

Capture her into the Hades Mansion and pay off the vacant debt of the Chaos Heavenly Hub, but on the contrary, she made another mistake halfway. Only then did he know that this Qingping Sword was not only the only Zhixi magic weapon captured in the underworld, but it was also the crux of the traction of the bones. Because of the Qingping Sword, it was originally given to Bai Zhixi by Bai Li, the secret realm. As soon as Wu Gu came to the ground, he stunned the mortals Jing Zhixi and Zhao Mengmo, and then bargained with him. The two made a secret pact.

There is only one clause that the secret covenant needs to be fulfilled, which is to protect the safety and smoothness of Jing Zhixi's life. Such a clause is Bai Lihe's handwriting at a glance, because he is now just a mortal Wu Gucuo, and he has no demonic power to protect his beloved, so he took advantage of the situation to find this demon double cultivator Weiruo to protect him.

"What kind of wind is that, bringing your frail and sickly body to my humble house." Mrs. Zhao asked, "It's not just a passer-by to see the excitement." ”

"The old lady knows everything," Qing Weiruo knew, if he couldn't say why, he couldn't pass the pass, stretched out his hand to the placket of his clothes, turned out a piece of broken silk, and stepped forward to present it to the old lady.

"What does that mean?" The old lady was skeptical.

"The old lady and the Zhao Mansion in the capital, don't they often have secret letters, this, it's the same opinion." Qing Weiruo said: "The old lady can take it home and refer to it carefully." This is what my mother instructed me to thank the old lady for her kindness yesterday. The stakes are high, and no matter how weak I am, it's worth the trip. ”

His lie was seamless. Because before he came, he knew that his mother had sent Cuizhu to send the old lady yesterday's gift of silk, as it was, and the broken silk secret letter he just handed to the old lady was actually a corner that he had just ripped off from the old lady who gave the silk yesterday in Cuizhu's hand.

At this time, just Cuizhu arrived unhurriedly, and was very surprised to see his son-in-law there, but then calmed down and gave the silk to the old lady.

"Everyone who comes is a guest, please come in." Mrs. Zhao let Qing Weiruo and Cuizhu into the courtyard, and added casually: "The one on the ground, also carry it into the house, and find a doctor to take a look at the injury." Master's son, I can't afford to be lazy. ”

Exactly: the moon is a kiss, the first offender of heart disease.