Xie Changyu didn't believe Jiang Yan's nonsense at all.

"Didn't you say that the prime minister wanted to hold a funeral for his wife, and it was not appropriate to visit the church? Why did the prime minister come in in a big red wedding dress? ”

Jiang Yan pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes filled with sadness: "Benxiang went to the mourning hall to worship the county lord of Chengyu and informed her of this." ”

Xie Changyu coughed violently, and was really choked by saliva.

Jiang Yan's obsidian-like pupils reflected the woman's funny expression, and he raised his head to signal that the master of ceremonies could begin.

The emcee's lines are well recited, and he read a lot of the previous words, and Xie Changyu can hear it when he is sleepy.

Finally, when it came to the point, all eyes were on a couple of newcomers.

The magpie went up and re-covered Xie Changyu's Xipa.

"Worship heaven and earth~"

Xie Changyu's movements were slow, much slower than Jiang Yan.

The master of ceremonies swallowed.

"Erbai High Hall~"

Jiang Yan leaned over and bowed respectfully, he leaned over slightly, and the female guests below all shouted in their hearts to be sexy.

Xie Changyu didn't slow down this time, but she bent over and almost knocked her head to the instep, and everyone sighed that this woman was very flexible, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet because of her filial piety to her parents.

The heart of the master of ceremonies was held by Xie Changyu, and he was a little afraid that this woman would be excited and flash her waist.

"Bell~"

With a crisp sound, a golden phoenix hairpin fell from the Hipa.

Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and his eyes fluttered and looked at Xuan Mo, who took the lead in smiling.

"Husband and wife worship each other!" shouted the master of ceremonies through gritted teeth.

Xie Changyu smiled fiercely in his heart, and glanced at the gap below through the big red Xipa, three, two, one

The forehead bumped into it, but he found that the figure flashed, Xie Changyu stumbled, and planted it on the ground.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

As she lost her center of gravity, she felt a pair of iron fists firmly grasp her arms.

Xie Changyu only felt a numbness in his left arm, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

In front of outsiders, Jiang Yan smiled warmly, and steadily raised Xie Changyu's arm with one hand: "Madam, pay attention." ”

Who's your lady!

Xie Changyu squinted and smiled, with a bit of trilling in his tone: "Thank you~husband~"

Among the guests, Cui Zhiyue's nails, hidden in the crowd, sank deep into the flesh and snapped.

A layer of murderous intent filled the misty apricot eyes.

The master of ceremonies said that when he entered the cave room, there was a commotion among the guests.

Jiang Yan stayed behind to drink with the guests.

He was surrounded by a crowd of people, listening to infinitely flattering words, and replacing wine with water.

Everyone sighed, and the prime minister and gentleman also ~

Not to mention that the former county lord has not yet started, she is no longer worthy of entering the Jiang family just because she has done a lot of evil and repeatedly opposed the prime minister in the officialdom.

And Jiang Yan not only arranged a mourning hall in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but also kept a mourning guard for him for two years! The first few times, he didn't even buy a concubine, and only a pink sedan chair was carried in from the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

If it weren't for Xie Changyu's background implicating the Xie family and the Chen family, where could there be such a good treatment.

"Brother Yan, Zhiyue respects you. ”

Cui Zhiyue's appearance undoubtedly added heat to Jiang Yan's already highly topical family affair.

Shengjing has eyes for people who are not the first beauties to enjoy the river banquet.

Jiang Yan raised his glass and took a sip.

"Drink less. ”

Cui Zhiyue smiled reluctantly, and drank all the wine in the cup: "Brother Yan, Zhiyue still has something to do, so go first." ”

She walked and ran, not hiding her sadness and frustration at all.

Jiang Yan pushed away the wine in front of him and chased after him, Cui Zhiyue had already left.

"Xuanyi, escort Miss Cui back. ”

Without looking back, Jiang Yan went straight to a desolate courtyard on the west side, pushed open the two wooden doors in the courtyard, and hung white sails along the bluestone road, extending to the mourning hall inside.

There is a locust tree in front of the mourning hall, and there are countless yellow paper charms hanging on the branches.

"Xie Changyu, if you live, you will hate me. ”

He looked at the tablet, his dark pupils gradually losing focus.

Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded: "Why? Why do you want to die?"

After a long time, he walked out of the desolate courtyard, and his face was not abnormal except that he was colder than usual.

At this time, Xie Changyu entered the cave room and took off the gold, silver and jewelry that was pressed on his head.

The magpie opened its mouth wide: "Miss, you"

She paused, thinking of the scene where her own young lady waved her hand and drove away a group of maids, so she obediently shut up.

Xie Changyu stripped off only his underwear and pointed to the bed: "Magpie, you turned out all the messy things in your face, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." ”

“......”

The magpie nodded his head like a fish, and then did as instructed.

"Miss, all right. ”

"En," Xie Changyu rubbed his temples, "You go down first." ”

The magpie obediently retreated to the door, intending to guard the door for Xie Changyu, but heard the sound of locking the door.

Xie Changyu's cold voice came from inside: "If Jiang Yan comes, call him...... Get out!"

"Boom!"

The magpie suddenly heard a dull sound in the grass not far away, and touched his head, but he couldn't figure out the situation.

The grass was piled up, Xuan Mo secretly got up, spit out the grass in his mouth, and his expression was more uncomfortable than eating Xiang.

The master's newly married concubine is a real tiger.

When the original words reached Jiang Yan's ears, Xuan Mo cautiously raised his head, wanting to catch a different expression on his master's face.

Who knows, Jiang Yan indifferently flipped through the ancient books: "Continue to monitor, if there is anything wrong, kill." ”

Xuan Mo didn't understand what Jiang Yan meant.

"Is that to kill or not to kill? Didn't you say before that you were going to use Xie Changyu to catch the murderer behind the scenes?"

The index finger that was about to turn the page paused, Jiang Yan put down the book.

The warm candlelight reflected on his handsome face, but it still couldn't drown out his loneliness.

Xie Changyu is just a chess piece, a chess piece of the emperor. Jiang Yan's promise to marry Xie Changyu was due to various factors.

It is undeniable that there is one point that even Jiang Yan himself finds ridiculous.

She was like a promise.

Demeanor, movements, and personality, in addition to the difference in appearance, Jiang Yan could observe that Xie Changyu was similar to the person in his heart in all aspects.

Starting from Fenglai Mountain, where he first met, Jiang Yan pondered that this woman must either be professionally trained to desperately imitate Chengyu in the absence of anything.

He must not have any emotional communication with her.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded outside the window, and a torrential rain fell in the night.

In the inner room, Jiang Yan got up and walked to the bookshelf, took a handful of Xiao from inside, and then pushed open the door and walked out.

The demonic wind blew slowly, and the two gates slammed shut, calling Xuan Mo's divine sense back.

Master, I'm stunned again.

"Boom!"

Xie Changyu suddenly woke up from her dream, she wrapped herself in a quilt and curled up on the bed, her heart beating wildly with the sound of thunderstorms.

Tonight, it's another sleepless night.

A wry smile crossed her lips.

Once Xie Changyu closed her eyes, the scene from her previous life before her death would be played out in her brain without stopping.

At the end of the picture, the white figure standing on the bow of the boat on the lake is frozen.