Shen Congren came out of the house and went directly to the Wanxiang Building.

His family is a baby child who has been ordered since childhood, and he is not good-looking, and he is Muna, although he takes care of the house in an orderly manner, but he always has no interest in his wife.

If he was still working as a farmer at home, he would be satisfied with such a wife, and he would have come out now, and he was valued by the Wuning County Order, and he became a catcher. can be regarded as a person with a bit of identity and face, so he feels that having such a wife in the family has really lost his value.

Once he was called by a fellow villager to eat wine in the evening fragrance building, and when he met peony, he liked it.

The peony man is small and exquisite, with a slender waist, and he can lift the peony with one arm. Peony also smiled very well. sang a song of Yulin Ling, although he didn't understand it very well, he was also moved by the song.

Since then, he has been madly obsessed with peonies.

He didn't even want to touch his mother-in-law when he went home, but when he got to Peony. He is as enthusiastic as a hairy young man who has just become a family, grabbing the peony to resist the lingering of death, and he is willing to give up only when he squeezes himself dry.

For the sake of peony, he is willing to do almost anything.

On the way, he went to a silver building and took a golden hairpin to give to the peony.

Today, the peony was dressed up very beautifully, and she spoke softly, but it relieved Shen Congren's boring mood a lot, even if he drank a few more glasses of wine.

"Shen Guanren." Peony was as sweet as a flower and poured another glass of wine for Shen Congren, "It looks like you're in a much better mood today?" ”

"It's much better to have peonies." Shen Congren smiled, took the peony into his arms, and touched the peony's cheek with his fingertips.

He hasn't been able to sleep well these days.

Even in the official office, he is often frightened by the sound of passing through the court, and he is in a nervous state all day long, and only when he arrives here, can he drink more. Relax and soothe a little.

"Today's wine is very mellow." Shen Congren looked at the wine that Peony personally poured for him and smiled, "I can't drink it anymore, if I drink it again, I will really have to pour it." If I'm drunk. How can I live with my beloved peony girl? Then his hand dishonestly reached into the hem of the peony's clothes.

Peony smiled and rolled on the bed with him. After a few clouds and rains, the exhausted Shen Congren fell into a deep sleep, and Peony pushed him a few times, but he didn't wake up, so he put on his clothes and walked quickly to the next room.

"Second master, that Shen Cong is already asleep." Peony said to Murong Jin and Song Jinyu, who were sitting in the room.

Song Jinyu and the others were about to fall asleep, and this time they finally came to their senses. He rubbed his hands together, raised his eyes that were still a little sleepy and looked at Murong Jin, "Finally, it's our turn to do it." ”

Murong Jin put down the teacup in his hand. Looking at Song Jinyu, who was full of energy and energy, but with a little sleepiness on her face, she smiled unconsciously, "Let's go." "My eyes are full of pampering.

Such a little marquis is so cute.

Shen Congren felt chills on his body when he fell asleep.

He raised his hand in a daze, trying to pull up the brocade quilt and cover it. But I couldn't reach the quilt after a few times.

"Peony." He screamed in a hoarse voice, "You've taken the quilt away." He said in a complaining tone.

There was still a gust of wind around him, and no one answered him.

He shrunk up helplessly. I wanted to fall asleep again, but it was really cold, so I could only open my eyes slowly.

"Peony?" A piece of paint in front of me. Shen Congren shouted again, the surroundings were empty, and he shouted a little echo.

The wind was blowing incessantly, and the direction of the wind was uncertain, so that he couldn't feel where the wind was blowing from.

Around? He couldn't even see his fingers clearly.

There was a faint whistling of the wind in my ears, mixed with a wailing sound that was so subtle that it would almost be overlooked, like a ghost crying.

Shen Congren suddenly shuddered, that is, he was a little sober.

He sat up straight in a hurry, "Peony!" He yelled again, and saw nothing in sight. He touched the side of his body, where was the high bed and soft pillow in the Wanxiang Building, it was clearly the hard cold ground, as if there was a layer of ice, and it was not slippery.

"This ...... Where are you, Peony? He cried out again, with a cry in his voice, and a faint sense of fear.

Suddenly, two flames rose and suddenly appeared in the darkness. Then the fire broke out, and the two flames seemed to have ignited two braziers with firewood, but the burning was really bizarre, and the firewood was ignited little by little, and the fire here was suddenly ignited.

Shen Congren screamed, and saw a huge table on the other side of the brazier. Spread on the table? Juan satin, there is a person sitting behind the table? A handsome young man in a feather crown, the young man is holding a jade fluoree, his eyebrows are picturesque, handsome and beautiful, but his eyes are cold. With a chilling temperament, he is so beautiful that he has a more shocking and bewitching color. That face was reflected by the firelight, and it looked even more ghostly.

"Bold Shen Congren." The young man with the feather crown picked up the startling wood on the table and slapped it hard. "When I see this king, I don't kneel!"

Before his words fell, he saw the fires on both sides rise again, and two bonfires were lit, I don't know where and I don't know when, three more shadows suddenly came out on the side of the young man with a crest, one of them was red-clothed and black-haired, holding a pen in one hand, and holding an account book-like book in the other, his face had no effect at all, and his eyes were so cold that he could freeze to death. With an endless murderous aura. The young man in red looked very cold, and there were two men standing beside him, one in white and the other in ? clothes, the face is pale, and he is not smiling. The two of them held a spirit banner in one hand and an iron chain in the other.

Shen Congren was so frightened that he didn't know what to say.

He was completely slumped on the ground, shaking into a ball.

"Where am I? Who are you? He finally mustered some strength and asked in a trembling voice.

"Is the person under the hall a native of Shanwei Village, Changle Township, Wuning County, Xin'an County, Daliang? He was born in the twenty-third year of Jiahe and died in the twenty-third year of the nineteenth year of Hongguang. The young man in red asked in a cold voice, his voice as warm as his eyes.

"Positive...... Precisely. "Shen Congren's courage is about to burst. He said in a trembling voice, "Guys, am I dead?" ”

"It's all in the Senluo Palace, you say you're still alive?" Wear? The man in the clothes said in a cold voice, "Are you saying that our brothers are not doing a good job?" ”

"No, no, no, don't dare!" Where did Shen Congren dare to talk nonsense, he hurriedly got up, knelt down, and then felt that he was really pitiful, he had already arrived here in the prime of life, he was afraid and resentful, and cried loudly without any image.