Ghost Wife (8)
Snow Fox has more than a thousand years of memories in her mind. If she were a human, she might not be able to remember that long. But Snow Fox is different. She is a spiritual creature, so the memories in her mind will not disappear so easily. The more she looked at Feng Kai, the more familiar he felt. After a long time, she finally overlapped this person with the man who came to the Wangchuan River hundreds of years ago.
"It's him?"
"Who is it? Sister Xuehu." Xiaoying saw Xuehu's solemn expression, and then saw Xuehu looking at Feng Kai, and immediately thought of something. "Sister Xuehu, you don't know Feng Kai, do you?"
Xuehu shook his head and replied softly: "Feng Kai is only in his twenties. How can I know him? I only know one person who looks exactly like him."
"Who?" Luo Sichen was curious after hearing what Xuehu said.
Xiaoying has also been on the other side for hundreds of years. She has been with Xuehu for so long and knows a little about Xuehu, so she guessed: "Sister Xuehu, you don't think Feng Kai is the reincarnation of any patient, do you?"
"Not sure...but if so, it would be bad." Xuehu frowned. The man named Meng Zixuan was destined to be unable to be with the person he likes for the rest of his life. This was a curse. It was a pity that Meng Zixuan was What Xuan asked Wangchuan for treatment was not this cycle of evil fate...
More than 300 years ago, during the last period of the Ming Dynasty, there were no signs of subjugation in Tingzhou at that time. Everything was still in the dream of prosperity. However, the decline of a family is not necessarily related to the dynasty. The big family of Tingzhou, the Meng family, It was in the squandering of future generations that they came to a dead end. The mansion turned into a ruined house, and the gold, silver and jewels were taken by others. The elders died and fled, leaving only Meng Zixuan, a grandson of the grandson, guarding the ruins alone. Stay at home and live as a beggar. It is said that Meng Zixuan was handsome, had been studying for several years, and had some literary talents. He was just lazy and lost his family fortune. Later, when the older man escaped from debt, he was too lazy to follow him. He had no ambitions and wanted to live a full life. An Yi, after the death of his parents, lived in an abandoned house every day with no straw to cover him. When he was hungry, he walked to the street and stretched out his hands to meet people. He didn't have enough food and clothing, but he still laughed. One day, Meng Zixuan woke up from the abandoned house, yawned, and felt hungry, so he walked to the street. All passers-by saw that he was in rags and the smell was so bad that they avoided him.
"Hey, you stinky beggar, get away." A rich lady covered her face in disgust when she saw Meng Zixuan approaching her.
Meng Zixuan was disheveled and smiled to please: "Madam, just do it and give me some food."
"Go, go." The maid next to Mrs. Kuo rushed away Meng Zixuan, and helped Mrs. Kuo to leave like the plague. Meng Zixuan didn't know how many faces and people he encountered in a day, and he was already used to it. After smiling, he turned around and walked towards an aunt who was buying groceries.
"Auntie, okay, I've been hungry all day and all night. Give me something to eat."
"...Why are you here again..." The aunt buying vegetables carried a basket and glanced at Meng Zixuan. She remembered that she had given this beggar some money the day before yesterday and not long ago. She didn't expect to meet him again today. In this world, even if So-called friends are always poor, let alone strangers. No matter how sympathetic the aunt is, she can't have a good impression of Meng Zixuan. In order to prevent Meng Zixuan from following her, the aunt simply stopped buying food and turned to the other side.
Meng Zixuan pulled out his tangled hair, smiled, and left. There were so many pedestrians on the street, and he certainly didn't need to guard one of them, so he turned to another pedestrian to beg. But most people in the city knew the beggar's identity. It’s not a day-to-day care. Now when I see Meng Zixuan, they are all a bit smokey. Some of them say some unpleasant and sarcastic words, and some don’t say anything, just avoid it and leave. After a whole morning, Meng Zixuan has not asked for anything. I arrived, so I sat down under a big tree on the street to rest.
Just when Meng Zixuan was about to fall asleep due to hunger, she suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves and a carriage stopped in front of her. A girl got out of the carriage and walked up to Meng Zixuan. After dropping a penny, she got on carriage. Meng Zixuan smiled happily, not knowing what kind of good luck he had. He took the copper coins and wanted to buy a steamed bun to eat. How could he know who the person on the carriage was. At this time, the carriage had gone far and stopped in front of a large household. After the maid got out of the car, she lifted up the curtain and helped the girl out of the carriage. The hairpin is dazzling, and you can tell at a glance that she is the daughter of a wealthy family.
"Miss, Shuang'er doesn't understand. Why did you ask me to give a penny to that beggar just now?" This maid is called Ping'er. She has sharp teeth and knows how to please the lady, so she became her personal bodyguard. The maid, the one she is supporting is the young lady of her family, Dong Jinling, the daughter of the former petitioner Dong Cheng. Dong Jinling is a beautiful woman, but she may not be so kind-hearted. She was born in an official family and has a bit of a bad temper. She usually ignores ordinary people, so Ping'er is surprised why the young lady suddenly became kind and wanted to help the beggar. A penny.
Dong Jinling smiled as he walked: "Didn't the person who interpreted the fortune tell me just now that I had a great calamity and needed to do good deeds?"
Ping'er looked at the young lady's smile and finally understood. Half an hour ago, she accompanied the young lady out of the temple and met a fortune teller. The fortune teller calculated that the young lady would have a big disaster this year and she needed to do good deeds to save others. Fu Bao also calculated that the other party would die in return, which also explained why Dong Jinling wanted to give money to the beggar.
A few days later, Dong Jinling took Ping'er on the street to buy hairpin accessories. On the way, they passed an abandoned house. Looking at the pair of stone lions at the gate of the abandoned house, Dong Jinling was curious: "Ping'er, is there no one living in such a big house? "
"Miss, this house has been empty for a long time. I heard it was the house of a wealthy family in the city, but that family seems to have left... I also heard..." Ping'er thought of the beggar that day and smiled. He said: "What a coincidence, miss, do you know that the beggar you gave alms to that day is the owner of this house.
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Dong Jinling had just arrived in Tingzhou from the capital and didn't know much about what happened here. Hearing what Ping'er said, he immediately became interested and said with a smile: "How about we go in and take a look?"
"No, miss." Ping'er exclaimed and hurriedly stopped Dong Jinling. Dong Jinling saw Ping'er nervous and asked doubtfully: "Why? The door is not locked. Am I not allowed in?"
"Miss, you don't know something..." Ping'er is a maid. She usually spends a lot of time on the streets listening to people's gossip, so she naturally knows some things about this house. She replied in a low voice: "I heard... this house is haunted..."
"Haunted?" Dong Jinling looked at the house, thought about it, and laughed. "What are you afraid of being haunted? Ghosts don't dare to come out during the day. Let's go in and see if everything is alright." As he said that, he pushed open the dusty door. The door creaked and a lot of dust fell. Dong Jinling waved a handkerchief. Walking inside step by step, I saw dust everywhere and wild vegetation. The house no longer had its original grandeur. Only the few large pillars still vaguely told the story of the once gorgeous Don Juan here. Ping'er walked next to Dong Jinling, looking at the overgrown weeds, she felt her heart tingling, and pulled Dong Jinling.
"Miss, let's go out. Maybe there are some dead bones in the grass..."
"Useless things." Dong Jinling spat and boldly walked inside until he reached the side hall. He saw that the tables and chairs in the side hall had fallen to the ground and were covered with dust. The color of the wood could not be seen. The style of the furniture was a bit unusual. Dong Jinling carefully walked around the tables and chairs and looked up. There was a calligraphy and painting hanging above the side hall, with the four words "Junzi Rulan" written on it. The four words He was vigorous and powerful, and his skills were quite good. If he looked carefully, he saw a person's name written on the signature, but the name seemed to be damaged and could no longer be seen completely.
"This place must have been very beautiful before." Dong Jinling looked at it and actually liked this house. The main reason was that she didn't like the house she lived in now. She always thought it was too small and she was not used to living in it. He said, this house is just right, the size is just right, and it is worthy of the title of Sir.
Ping'er has followed Dong Jinling since she was a child, and of course she could tell what Dong Jinling was thinking: "Miss, you don't want this house, do you?"
"Ping'er, what do you think about us buying this place?" Dong Jinling looked at Ping'er with beaming eyebrows, obviously moved.
Ping'er was a maid. Although the lady asked her what she thought, she couldn't tell her true thoughts, so she smiled and replied: "That's good, but what if someone refuses to sell it?"
"He doesn't want to?" Dong Jinling was a little surprised. She also saw it from the carriage that day. The beggar was dressed in rags and had no livelihood. She didn't understand what such a person was doing guarding such a big house, so Ping'er said she was afraid that the other party wouldn't be willing to do it, which made Dong Jinling feel ridiculous.
Ping'er looked at Dong Jinling and replied softly: "I'm afraid I don't want to. If I were willing, I would have sold it long ago. Why go to the streets to beg for food?"
"...What you said makes sense." Dong Jinling frowned. At this time, a piece of wood on the roof beam shook loosely twice, and some dust fell. Dong Jinling didn't notice it, but it was just under the maid Ping'er. It was too late when I found out.
"Miss!"
"What?" Dong Jinling was a little confused when he saw Ping'er suddenly retreating far away. When he looked up, a pillar as thick as his thigh fell down. At this time, Dong Jinling had no time to hide. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she waved her hands. , pulled off a gold earring on his ear. At this moment, Meng Zixuan, who had been sleeping inside, just woke up. The reflection of the gold earring was just enough for him to see. Meng Zixuan, who had not been hungry for a long time, saw something. Jin Zi happily rushed forward, trying to grab the earring. Unexpectedly, he threw Dong Jinling to the ground, and the wooden beam as thick as a thigh directly hit Meng Zixuan's back.