I love to send away many reincarnated ghosts today, and I have to say that doing the same thing every day is really boring, but today seems to be a little different.

She glanced at the girl in the red dress and opened her file, "From today to now, you are afraid to come over until I send all the ghosts away, don't you dislike me that this Meng Po soup is not delicious." Zhong Qing continued to look at the file, reading her life carefully, and it took a long time for her to raise her head, "What are you reluctant to give up?" ”

Yun Shu clutched the corners of her clothes tightly, not daring to look at the beautiful woman in front of her, "I...... There is unwillingness. She whispered.

"There are many unwilling people, do you see those people?" Zhong Qing pointed to a few little ghosts boiling soup in the distance, "They are like you who are unwilling to let go of the things in their previous lives, greedy for their own glory and wealth, high and powerful, but they don't want to suffer from the flesh and skin, so they have to stay here with me, the old woman, as everyone knows, the more they want to remember, the easier it is to forget, their memories and even thoughts are being swallowed up little by little, and in the end they can only become a puppet who can only repeat one kind of work, and they will stay in Meng Pozhuang for the rest of their lives and can not be reincarnated again." She leaned closer to Yunshu, "Do you want to be a puppet?" ”

"That's what you told them...... But the people who are generally left behind will not be the people you call greedy for power and money, but mostly ...... There are people who are hard to part with. ”

Zhong Qing sank his face, threw out the file she had finished reading, and stared at Yun Shu with deep eyes. "Don't you know what's wrong."

Yun Shu breathed for a while, not daring to look into her eyes.

Seeing her fearful look, Zhong Qing's tone couldn't help but soften, "There are nothing more than three unforgettable things, one love, two hatreds and three glory, but after reading your file, I really don't know what kind of you belong to?" ”

She raised her eyes when she heard this, "It's love and hate." He hurt me deeply, and I hurt him a lot, hate. He is weak for 3,000 years, and he only allows me to prosper all my life, and I give up everything and stay by his side for the rest of my life, which is love. It's easy to distinguish between love and hate, and it's easy to confuse them. But now, if I drink Meng Po soup, I can't remember even eternal life, so I want to ...... "In the end, I still don't give up."

"He doesn't necessarily remember you as much as you remember him." Zhong Qing said silently, "Besides, you know how much you have to pay for it." ”

But the seven punishments, in exchange for the memory of your past life, are you really worth it?

On that day, without leaving her any room, Yun Shu was poured Meng Po soup and pushed down the reincarnation well. At that moment, Zhong Qing caught a glimpse of the tears in the corners of her eyes, stared at the reincarnation well and sneered unconsciously.

There is a book record: In the tenth year of Xuanhe, the dynasty, Pei Rumo, the secretary of the military department, was exiled to Nanban for embezzlement, and his son was blamed. For a time, there were different opinions in Nanyang City. Next year, the case was retried by the Imperial Historical Observatory, and the three major scholars of the DPRK and China were all degraded by Nanban for slander and ordered not to set foot in Nanyang City for life. After returning Pei Rumo's innocence, the imperial court asked him and his son to return to the court several times, but they all refused.

In the twelfth year of Xuanhe, Xijing.

Drink Meng Po soup, but the past, can avoid the pain of the body. But if you step on the Nai He Bridge with thoughts, you will have to endure the seven kinds of torture in purgatory before you can go down to the Yellow Spring and enter the reincarnation well. The seven kinds of torture are like cutting out people's flesh, and their pain can penetrate into the bone marrow. Therefore, after 3,000 years of underworld history, there has never been a reincarnation of the memory of a previous life.

"If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown." Followed by a startling sound, the storyteller said slowly. But there was an uproar below, but the storyteller smiled and turned away from the table.

"Don't say it, Childe, this person is really talking about it, and I can't complain that Childe will listen to it every day." The teahouse regained its noisy nature for a while, and only the man at a table around the corner was drinking tea upright. He was dressed in a white shirt, with a tasseled hairpin pen and white boots. The deep eyes are light gray, and the angular jaw is like a humble son who came out of the painting. Hearing the little guy next to him say this, his slender white hand shook the teacup, pursed his mouth and asked, "What time is it?" ”

Chu Jing poked his head out to look at the shadow before replying, "It's already noon." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard someone laughing not far away: "I'm really sorry, I've kept my son waiting for a long time, and I'm really entangled in important things." The man walked straight to the table and bowed down to apologize.

"Brother Zhang wants to come a little earlier, and he can still listen to the story." He poured the man a cup of tea and said slowly.

Zhang Ziyu instantly returned to his original posture, drank the tea in front of him, and said with a smile: "Then I still think it's good to come late, last time I accompanied you, I heard that the entire teahouse was closed, and I was invited out by the proprietress, I Zhang Ziyu has never been so embarrassed." ”

Hearing this, Chu Jing couldn't help but laugh. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an invitation, who does not know Zhang Ziyu, the second son of the Zhang family in the north of the city, who has a head and a face. Speaking of which, the two don't know each other either, Zhang Ziyu is unruly by nature, looking like a son-in-law, saying that everyone is afraid, isn't it also strong when he meets him?

He poured him another cup of tea and asked how things were going.

Zhang Ziyu stroked his hair, and he had the courage to talk endlessly, "The post of secretary of the military department is still vacant, and it is said that Emperor Xuanhe mistakenly believed in the traitorous ministers and dismissed the loyal ministers for investigation, and I will not invite you back for two years." After speaking, he dragged his chin and couldn't help but sigh: "The saint is really close to the people, and he has the potential to look at the thatched house." ”

"The forest is so big, but he hangs himself on a tree, can he be considered a virtuous king?"

Zhang Ziyu looked at him for a long time and blinked.

His name is Huaqi, from: turning butterflies to find flowers, and perching on grass at night. He is a famous genius in Xijing, he is not awe-inspiring but must be respected, just because he is the only disciple of the Changyi Immortal, let alone attainments. He was withdrawn and eccentric, taciturn and most reluctant to deal with bureaucrats. knew that he called him Huaqi in private, but he never knew his real name, where he came from, where his home was, and who his parents were, and he never revealed a word. He likes to wear a white fringed shirt the most, and his hair is always tied up with a hairpin. Outstanding appearance, sharp edges and corners, willow-like sword eyebrows and red lips. The eyebrows that have long faded childishly reveal a sense of distance that people are not close to, and it seems that he is no longer a teenager of nineteen or twenty. However, his most striking thing is a tear mole under the corner of his eye, which can be called the finishing touch.

Zhang Ziyu made a shushing gesture, "Huaqi, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing...... Besides, why do you know this? This is also what Zhang Ziyu wanted to ask a long time ago.

Huaqi lowered his eyebrows, and his long eyelashes didn't seem to be able to cover the tears, adding a bit of beauty, "You are going to enter Beijing to take the exam this year, don't you know that you know who you are." ”

He was stunned for a while, then threw himself into Huaqi's arms when he heard the words, and said with joy: "I knew that your kid had me in his heart." ”

Huaqi hurriedly pushed him away and glared fiercely at Chu Jing, who was holding back a smile next to him.