Xi Ting frowned: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." ”

That being said, although he doesn't believe much in ghosts, he is also afraid of ghosts.

But he felt that Xi Hanyan had a nightmare, probably because of the nightmare.

After all, the girl's house, who had never seen a dead person or blood, was normal to be frightened when she saw that scene for the first time.

Xi Hanyan shook his head and looked at him with horror in his eyes: "No...... She said she would come to the mourning family tonight, and... He also said that he would ask the prime minister for an explanation......"

Obviously, for Xi Ting not trusting her, the girl was a little dissatisfied and aggrieved.

She cried again, and only after receiving Xi Ting's assurance did she gradually calm down.

Xi Ting glanced at the girl who was still sobbing, thinking back to what she had just collapsed, and already had some faith in her heart.

I often hear people talk about ghosts, and most of them are ghosts with unfulfilled wishes, so they will haunt a person like this.

It should be that Concubine Hui is shallow, and she can only harass Xi Hanyan in her dreams.

Thinking about it, he verbally comforted him for a while before hurriing away.

As soon as Xi Ting left, Xi Hanyan withdrew from the palace and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on his cheeks.

She swept away the weakness and haste just now, sat lazily in front of the makeup mirror, looked at herself in the mirror with a faint expression, and the dim and blurry bronze mirror could not hide her already red and swollen eyes.

Dip a handkerchief in water and gently apply it to the redness and swelling of the eyes.

The cold feeling made her sigh comfortably: "Sure enough, weakness is the most deceptive weapon, and it has been tried and tested repeatedly. ”

Dealing with an old fox like Xi Ting, the weaker and more helpless he is, the more he will trust her.

Xi Hanyan has already given him enough psychological hints, as long as he takes it to heart, then things will be much easier to do next.

The night was as dark as ink, dark clouds were there, lightning pierced the sky, and the thunder was followed by a noisy rain.

The rain fell on the eaves of the house, and the branches of the flowers and leaves in the courtyard crackled.

Xi Ting didn't sleep soundly, and was directly awakened by the thunder.

The windows were wide open, and lightning flashed by, illuminating the greenery and bouquets of flowers swaying in the rain in the courtyard.

The faint cold wind blew, with the cold air of rain and dew, Xi Ting turned his head and saw that the prime minister's wife was sleeping soundly, and got up to close the window.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw a woman standing in the middle of the courtyard, dressed in a peach-pink palace dress, with a beaded hairpin on her temples.

The rain fell, but it didn't touch her at all.

She was like a cloud of air, raindrops passing through her body, dripping down to the ground, smashing up patches of water.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, she slowly raised her head, revealing a face with bruised skin and bleeding.

This is Concubine Hui, who has been dead for a long time!

Xi Ting immediately felt a cold air rushing up from behind him, and hurriedly retreated backwards.

Concubine Hui showed a hideous smile at him: "Prime Minister, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Concubine Hui, you...... Aren't you dead? Xi Ting's voice was shaking, I don't know if it was because of shock or fear.

"The mourning family is dead." Concubine Hui smiled strangely, the corners of her mouth grinned to the root of her ears, revealing a mouthful of black teeth with a cold light, and her teeth were as sharp as a knife ruler, which made people feel terrible.

"It's a pity that after the death of the mourning family, the body was about to stink, and it didn't enter the ground, so the mourning family wanted to find the prime minister to catch up."

Xi Ting couldn't help but think of the words that Xi Hanyan cried during the day.

Maybe he's dreaming?

Xi Ting hurriedly reached out to twist his arm, but the pain that came from him stimulated his brain, telling him that it was not a dream.

He's really hell about it!

However, Xi Ting was only flustered for a moment, then calmed down and scolded coldly: "Nonsense, you are dead, you should go where you should go." ”

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The third watch arrived, and Yanyan asked for tickets online~