Chapter 619 Red Fox and White Fox (VI)
On the top, which was decorated like a wedding hall but was actually a mourning hall, Red Fox had been waiting patiently for quite some time.
It lurked quietly, looking through the gaps in the tiles and watching all the movements below.
When Zhou Qiguang's body was resettled back into the heavy coffin, a Taoist priest in Taoist robes began to recite scriptures.
The low and long chanting sound echoed in the mourning hall and lasted for a long time.
After a series of solemn ceremonies, Mr. Zhou, his wife and the Taoist priest left the mourning hall one after another, leaving only the empty room and the heavy atmosphere.
At this moment, Red Fox pushed aside a tile on the roof, revealing a small hole.
It slowly blew out a breath of clear breath from its mouth.
The breath penetrated directly through the hole on the roof and quietly entered the mourning hall.
After entering the mourning hall, the breath of fresh air instantly turned into a violent wind, violently sweeping the entire space.
The candlestick was blown to the ground by the strong wind, the candle flame was extinguished, and the offerings of food were scattered on the ground, making it a mess.
Even the heavy coffin lid was blown open by a slight crack by the strong wind.
Seeing this, Red Fox immediately seized this fleeting opportunity.
Its entire body turned into a fiery red light in an instant, and penetrated into Zhou Qiguang's coffin like a meteor.
At this moment, they seemed to notice the unusual movement in the mourning hall, and the Zhou family's parents and the Taoist priest quickly rushed back.
They opened the door and saw a mess in the mourning hall. The candles were extinguished, food was scattered, and the lid of the coffin was lifted.
The master and his wife stared at the scattered mourning hall in front of them. Their expressions experienced complex changes in an instant.
There was a look of panic that was hard to conceal, but also mixed with other indescribable emotions.
Mrs. Zhou's tears were like broken pearls, constantly falling from her eyes.
She choked and called: "Qi Guang... is that you? My child, have you come back to visit your mother, Qi Guang?"
The man kept a solemn expression, and he quickly took out an ancient compass from his waist.
The Taoist stared at the changes on it with all his concentration. After a while, he found that the pointer on the compass had not moved at all, which made him slightly relieved.
Then the Taoist said: "It should be nothing serious. Master and madam, please don't worry too much."
"Let me take a look at the young master's body again to make sure everything is okay."
He walked slowly to the coffin and easily lifted the heavy coffin lid with one hand.
The other hand habitually rests on the hilt of the sword behind his back, ready to deal with possible emergencies.
When he saw Young Master Zhou lying quietly in the coffin, he spoke again:
"It seems that there was just a draft blowing through the hall, disturbing the young master's rest."
"Just remember to close the door when we go out."
After listening to Zhenren Zhao's words, the master nodded calmly,
Then he ordered: "Zhenzhen Zhao, you'd better act quickly, don't miss the auspicious time."
Master Zhao smiled when he heard this and said comfortingly: "Mr. Zhou, just feel free to worry."
"After the matter is completed, the young master will naturally find a good family..."
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Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhang Peiying felt as if she had been waiting for years and months, and she was slightly tired.
And during this period of time, she had not heard anyone's footsteps or any other slight movement.
Zhang Peiying sighed softly: "Oh, I'm really hungry now. If I had known, I shouldn't have just eaten so much in the morning..."
She recalled that in the morning, she only put on two mouthfuls of food in order to prevent her belly from appearing obtrusive when she put on the red dress.
Now that I think about it, I really regret it.
It was already late at night in the blink of an eye, and there was silence all around. Not even Zhou Lang's voice was heard.
Zhang Peiying couldn't help but feel waves of worry and uneasiness, and various thoughts began to swirl in her mind:
"Does Zhou Lang really regret his marriage?"
"Or is it that he fundamentally looks down on me, a woman from a commoner family, and feels that I am not worthy of being his partner?"
"Or maybe Zhou Lang actually has someone he likes a long time ago, and now he has eloped with that person, leaving me alone in this cold room?"
As these thoughts continued to emerge, Zhang Peiying felt more and more confused and helpless:
"Then what should I do?"
The passage of time intensified her anxiety, causing her to fall into a whirlpool of random thoughts.
At this moment, a subtle but clear creaking sound broke the silence of the night. It was the sound of the door being pushed open.
Zhang Peiying raised her head suddenly, a trace of hope and expectation welling up in her heart:
"Is it finally here? Could it be Zhou Lang?"
Zhang Peiying's heart was as tense as a string in an instant, and her emotions were tumbling like fallen leaves blown up by the strong wind.
The colleagues she looked forward to in her heart were filled with deep fear.
She was worried that what was about to come was not the Zhou Lang she longed for, but some ominous news brought by an uninvited guest.
"Madam, I kept you waiting for so long!"
The sound was like a stream of cool spring water flowing in the mountains when the heat was unbearable, instantly penetrating Zhang Peiying's heart.
Is this Zhou Lang's voice? It turns out that his voice is also so pleasant, like the sound of nature, making people feel relaxed and happy.
What surprised Zhang Peiying was that Zhou Lang's footsteps seemed to be extremely light, almost silent.
Although she couldn't see everything outside clearly through the thin layer of red hijab,
But she could still see a tall and majestic man's figure slowly approaching her.
At this time, "Zhou Lang"'s voice sounded again, with a bit of apology and tenderness:
"Madam, I had a few drinks with the guests just now. Because I don't drink well, I was a little rude. Madam, I kept you waiting for so long. I'm really ashamed."
When Zhang Peiying heard this, she felt a little confused.
After all, she didn't see or hear a banquet from the moment she entered the wedding room.
But these thoughts only flashed through her mind, and were quickly washed away by the accelerated heartbeat and the tension that surged into her heart.
She clearly heard the gentle voice of "Zhou Lang" asking again:
"Madam... have you seen my portrait?"
Zhang Peiying nodded slightly and replied softly: "Yes, of course I remember."
"Zhou Lang" heard this and said with some regret, "But... I have never been lucky enough to see your portrait."
"But... I guess you must be the kind of peerless beauty who is shy of the moon and the flowers are gone!"
Zhang Peiying couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when she heard such praise.
Although her appearance is outstanding, she knows that she is still far away from the adjectives such as "the moon is shy of the flower, the fish is lost and the goose falls".
This sudden sense of tension made her worried, fearing that her appearance would not meet "Zhou Lang's" expectations, which would lead to changes in the marriage.
"No... no... I'm not as beautiful as Zhou Lang said..." She hurriedly wanted to explain, with a trace of panic in her voice.
"I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm afraid I'm far from what Zhou Lang said."
However, "Zhou Lang" interrupted her at this moment, his tone full of determination:
"Madam, there is no need to be modest. Now please see with your own eyes, am I the same as the one in the portrait?"
After saying that, he slowly raised his hand and gently lifted the red hijab on Zhang Peiying's head.
A tall man with a dignified appearance, dressed in bright red clothes, caught Zhang Peiying's eyes unexpectedly.
"Zhou Lang" has a high nose, red lips and white teeth, and Zhang Peiying can't help but be fascinated by his smile.
She clearly felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, as if she might break through the restraints and leap out at any time.
Originally, she had some hesitation and reluctance about this marriage, but now she seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. She wished she could fly into Zhou Lang's arms and become one with him.
Zhang Peiying instantly blushed with embarrassment, as bright as a burning cloud, but also a bit ashamed of herself.
She lowered her head and thought to herself: Zhou Lang came from a famous family. Not only was he handsome, but he was also elected at a young age and had a bright future.
And what about yourself? How could the daughter of an ordinary pig-killing family with a humble status deserve to be worthy of such an outstanding person?
At this moment, "Zhou Lang" stretched out a slender white hand and gently lifted Zhang Peiying's chin.
He asked softly: "How are you, madam? Are you satisfied with me as a person?"
Zhang Peiying was naturally very satisfied, but when faced with Zhou Lang's inquiry, she was a little shy and shy.
She replied in a low voice: "I am satisfied, but Zhou Lang, I just..."
"Zhou Lang" seemed to have penetrated Zhang Peiying's inner thoughts at a glance. He didn't say much.
He just reached out his hand gently and gently touched Zhang Peiying's delicate face:
"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm very satisfied with the lady's appearance."
After hearing these words, Zhang Peiying mustered up the courage to raise her head. Her eyes were already full of tears:
"Zhou Lang..."
But while the two of them were immersed in this sensational atmosphere, "Zhou Lang" was extremely proud of himself.
He thought to himself: "Isn't this what happened? It seems that the thoughts obtained through this method are much more than what those men actively provided..."
"Is this because women are more affectionate and easier to be moved?"
"But...as long as you find the right opportunity, it seems that it won't be difficult to transform into a man."
"Sister, it seems that you used the wrong method before..."
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly, bursts of loud shouts came into Red Fox's ears like thunder.
Zhang Peiying was also surprised. She said nervously: "It's my father and my mother, and there seems to be the voice of my second uncle?! Why are they here?"
Before he finished speaking, several strong men in simple clothes but with majestic figures suddenly appeared outside the new house.
They had angry faces and rushed over menacingly.
The leader among them is Zhang Peiying’s father, Zhang Butu.
His eyes were full of anger. Before he entered the new house, he shouted in the yard:
"A Ying, come with me quickly, the Zhou family are all liars..."
"Shut up!" This was the voice of Master Zhou: "Where is Master Zhao? Go and invite Master Zhao!"
The boy from the Zhou family said quickly: "Master... we have searched all over the yard, and Master Zhao seems to be missing."
Little did he know that in the side room, Zhenren Zhao, who had been fascinated by the red fox, had already fallen asleep.
"Go find it quickly!" Mr. Zhou's heart was filled with anxiety as he saw several servants being knocked to the ground by these strong men again.
Zhang the butcher pushed away the servant who was blocking his way without any hesitation, and rushed directly to the door of the bridal chamber.
The door of the bridal chamber was suddenly pushed open with great force, making a loud "clang" sound.
"Aying, come with me! Master Zhou has already..."
Zhang the butcher was interrupted eagerly by Zhang Peiying before he finished speaking.
"Dad, what are you doing here? Look, you scared Zhou Lang..."
Zhang Peiying looked at her father with some dissatisfaction, and then turned to look at the bed behind her.
Zhang the butcher was stunned, and his eyes fell on the bed behind Zhang Peiying.
There was a handsome man in red clothes huddled there, and his eyes revealed a bit of panic and uneasiness.
At this moment, the master of the Zhou family also rushed into the bridal chamber, and his eyes also fell on "Zhou Lang".
However, at this moment, Master Zhou suddenly took a few steps back, revealing a bit of fear in his expression.
"Qiguang...Qiguang you..." Mr. Zhou's voice trembled a little, as if he had seen something incredible.
However, in a moment, a flash of green light flashed in "Zhou Lang's" eyes, and Mr. Zhou's expression instantly returned to normal.
Mr. Zhou immediately walked to the bed and said to Zhang the Butcher with a serious face:
"Father-in-law, I told you that Qi Guang is very good. The thing you heard is completely false. Don't believe those rumors."
As he said, he sighed:
"It's a pity that I retired and returned to my hometown early. After I was no longer in the officialdom, someone bullied me."
"If I were still in the temple, who would dare to spread rumors about me?"
"But father-in-law, don't worry. When I find out about this matter, I will definitely let the guy who spread rumors and cause trouble lose the lawsuit and restore our Zhou family's innocence."
Zhang the Butcher and several brothers looked at each other, and Zhou Qi Guang, who was transformed by the red fox, walked down the bed calmly as if nothing had happened, and saluted to Zhang the Butcher:
"I am Zhou Qi Guang, and I meet my father-in-law."
Zhang the Butcher looked around and carefully looked at the "Zhou Qi Guang" in front of him, and indeed did not see anything unusual.
His inner rage gradually subsided, and he realized that he might have been too impulsive.
He shook his head helplessly, feeling a little ashamed, thinking that his behavior just now was a bit out of control.
"Aying, Dad heard something, saying that Master Zhou...he..." Zhang the butcher hesitated, as if he couldn't speak.
"Some people say that Master Zhou is dead, and they want to marry you to a dead person!" Mr. Zhou took over the conversation, revealing anger and dissatisfaction in his tone, "It seems that someone doesn't want your Zhang family to have an easy life, and deliberately spread rumors to ruin your marriage."
When Zhang the butcher heard this, he recalled the sarcastic remarks and gossips from the neighbors around him, and his heart sank.
He nodded solemnly, indicating that he agreed with Master Zhou's statement, and at the same time said to Master Zhou with some apology:
"I'm sorry, Master Zhou, I was impulsive just now and damaged your furniture. How much is that furniture worth? I will compensate for it..."
"If you are willing, I will send the distribution officer to do it... But please don't blame my daughter, she is innocent."
Hearing this, Master Zhou waved his hand, indicating that Zhang the butcher didn't need to be so polite:
"We are all family, what you said is not right, you and I are both victims, it's all the fault of the rumormonger." (End of this chapter)