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Although Meng Po was replaced by a mother-in-law, she was actually a very young woman.

"Girl, where are you going, come and sit down." When Meng Po saw Feng Xi, she beckoned again and again, and her eyebrows were overjoyed.

Feng Xi smiled slightly, put down the basket on his arm, walked over slowly, and sat down at the wooden table.

Meng Po poured a cup of tea for her, but her eyes were staring directly at the basket in her hand, and she sighed, "Yo, Miss Fengxi, this is going to deliver wine to Judge Cui of the Yin Law Division?" Tut-tut, Judge Cui is so blessed! After that, he shook his head again and again and sighed.

Feng Xi chuckled, and his voice sounded light, and even the yin qi around him seemed to have faded a lot. I saw that she was dressed in plain clothes like snow, her black hair was pulled slantedly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her ice muscles and jade bones were cold.

This girl came to the underworld twenty years ago, when she was covered in blood, and she was also dressed in the same plain white dress, but the material was soft, far from being comparable to the rough cotton plain clothes now. At that time, she was delirious like a bloody person, and passed out on the bank of the Lethe River, and was almost torn off by the ghosts in the river to be used as a stand-in.

Later, she dragged out Feng Xi's body, which had already entered half of the Lechuan River, and was taken away by Judge Cui, and there has been no news since then.

It was another year, at the beginning, Meng Po always thought that this girl had stepped into Huangquan Road by mistake and had recovered her body, so she was sent back to the yang world by Judge Cui. Then came, it was rumored that a simple wine shop was opened in Fengdu City, and once the forgetful wine in it came out, it provoked the ghosts and spirits of Fengdu to smell the aroma one after another.

Feng Xi was so unexpected to everyone, and settled in Fengdu.

Meng Po has always been curious about Feng Xi's life experience, regardless of her excellent appearance and temperament like Lan, even the fairies of the Nine Heavens can also be a pawn, but for some reason, she fell into the netherworld where everyone is afraid and disgusted.

Feng Xi hooked her lips, saw Meng Po staring at her face again, smiled and reached out to take out the porcelain bottle containing the wine from the basket and handed it to Meng Po, the bottle looked petite and exquisite, only the size of a phoenix's palm, but Meng Po's eyes lit up, knowing that this bottle was very particular and hidden.

Cui Pan loves wine, and since he saved her, he learned that she could make wine, so he relied on her. From time to time, she would send someone to ask her for wine, once or twice, Feng Xi was also annoyed, and simply asked him for a few porcelain bottles containing Sumeru, and after each brew, he sent these bottles full of them.

It can always be exchanged for a month and a half of purity.

Meng Po took the bottle and smacked her tongue again and again, "Yo, Miss Fengxi, you are really polite, this is wine for Judge Cui, the old man took it, I'm afraid it's not okay?" ”

That being said, there was not the slightest gesture of putting down the bottle in his hand.

Feng Xi's heart was clear, pursed her lips and was silent, hearing Meng Po's words, she got up with a smile and bowed, "Mother-in-law Yu Feng Xi has the grace to save her life, what is a bottle of wine?" In the future, if your mother-in-law wants to drink, she will know that you are busy, so she will bring it to you personally. ”

The woman's tone of speech was neither arrogant nor impatient, and the gently rippling tone was like a breeze blowing on her face, and the spring water was tinkling. Meng Po, who was accustomed to the gloomy and cold atmosphere, did not feel comfortable.

She waved her hand and didn't dare to say anything, just at this moment, a few ghosts with their feet dangling in the air and looking confused floated over in a daze. Meng Po sighed and hurriedly dragged back the ghost who had already gone up to the Nai He Bridge.