intrigue

Chapter 1: Resurrection

It is said that once a person dies, he has nothing to do with this world.

Whether it's the master of the Shen family who lives in the next street, Mr. Dang Yizhuang, who has added a fat son, or the chef of the Shenyan Building has developed a new dish... After drinking a bowl of Mengpo soup, the past and the past are all followed. Looking at the flowing water under the Naihe Bridge, Yiying disappeared.

By the Sansheng Stone and beside the Naihe Bridge, there are always souls in various shapes.The impoverished starving ghost snatched the bowl of colorless and tasteless soup and drank it down--you can't be a starving ghost on Huangquan Road, and you have the right to fill your stomach.There are also nobles who were extremely distinguished and noble during their lifetime, frowning and asking if they can change their bowls—for example, jade bowls or something?No matter how bad the porcelain is, there will always be ones, right?There are also idiotic men and women who are still in the world, crying, crying, stepping back and turning their heads three times, so heartbroken... Granny Meng is an old hand, and her reactions to these new souls are commonplace. There is no distinction between high and low, old and young. After drinking the soup and crossing the bridge, it is another place to die. Don't be obsessed with it.

Xu Ziyi lined up boredly, in front of him and behind him, there was a long line of souls that could not be seen through.His heart may not be very sad, after all, people cannot be resurrected after death - but there are always regrets, it is the age of prime and prime, and a sudden sudden illness sweeps all this over.

He lowered his head and looked at the tattered bowl, it seemed that there were still marks of lip balm left by the girl in front.Just as he was about to put the bowl into his mouth, Heiwuchang, a ghost officer with multiple roles, arrived before he could hear him. He said, "Leave the soul under the bowl" like a gust of wind, and instantly knocked over the bowl in Xu Ziyi's hand, pouring it out without a drop. Then, he took Xu Ziyi away from Naihe Bridge like a chicken.

Only then did Xu Ziyi realize that ghosts can also dream.In the dream, he was flying through the clouds, stepping into the clouds, very unrestrained and unrestrained. An old fairy with a white beard was looking at him with a smile. Behind the old fairy was a golden dragon, and the golden dragon was staring at a pair of mengs. Longmu, who was still as big as a broken bowl, was looking at him with great interest.

Xu Ziyi only felt a little familiar, but after racking his brains to think about it, he found that he had no impression. Because he was a lonely soul, he might have a good pregnancy after getting acquainted, so he asked casually: "I wonder if the two immortals are looking for you?" What's the matter with me?"

As soon as the golden dragon heard Xu Ziyi speak, his eyes narrowed and he let out a roar that shook the sky.Suddenly a gust of wind hit, almost knocking the hale and hearty old fairy off the clouds.On the other hand, Xu Ziyi covered his ears and avoided the trajectory of the strong wind very quickly. He moved freely and in one go, even he himself was slightly surprised.

The old fairy stroked his knotted beard, cleared his throat, and said, "Er...Xu Ziyi, that's the name, right, uh, that..." His eyes rolled around, and he couldn't say no for a long time. Come up with a reason.At the end, he winked at the golden dragon beside him, looking very funny.

Xu Ziyi thought that this fairy was too unreliable, if not for being in the clouds now, this old man would look like a quack god who has not yet been taught.At the same time, I sighed in my heart, how can such a thing be a god?As the saying goes, if you are close to Zhu, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. In order to avoid being infected, he saluted politely: "Two high immortals, farewell."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old fairy hurriedly grabbed him, probably because he was in a hurry, and he even spoke smoothly: "Xu Ziyi, do you know that you have an unfinished relationship, so you can't conceive?"

Xu Ziyi stopped - the old fairy was as thin as skin and bones, but he was so strong that he couldn't walk without stopping.

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Xu Ziyi looked at the old god's inscrutable appearance, raised his eyebrows, and his tone was full of doubts.

Seeing Xu Ziyi's look like "I really want to know you tell me soon" (?), the old god couldn't help showing a smug smile, as if he had a look that couldn't be revealed, and glanced proudly at the big golden dragon beside him , completely ignoring Jin Long's pair of giant eyes that gradually narrowed, and said loudly: "Of course, but I...cough, the old fairy intends to save you in dire straits because of the fact that you and I have no friendship in the past... "

The old fairy was still talking nonsense, Xu Ziyi seemed to have heard the sound of Jinlong grinding his teeth, and silently mourned in his heart, and walked away quietly.

Sure enough, the golden dragon who couldn't bear it any longer finally swung his paw and patted the old fairy down on the cloud. Before he could even hear the cry, a gust of wind blew over, and the old fairy disappeared in an instant.

Xu Ziyi was overjoyed, and before he had time to laugh at it, the golden dragon slapped him again...

The other courtyard of the Xin Mansion has not been quiet since two days ago. The eldest son of the Xin Mansion, Xin Yizhuan, who is known as "the most beautiful man in the dynasty", had a sudden emergency one day. He vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out. , still unconscious.Even the most outstanding imperial physician in the palace was helpless.

His father—that is, Xin Shangshu is full of sorrow at the moment, and his brows are so frown that he can kill a row of flies.As early as two days ago, he was still angrily yelling that the gods are not long-sighted and the heavens are jealous of talents. By this time, he has no energy to blame. All the gods from all walks of life worshiped once, and only hoped that their son could get rid of the nightmare this time and recover soon.

Maybe God heard his call, and finally Xin Yizhuan woke up when the sky was bright today.

"Master! Ma'am! Young Master is awake!" The maid who was dozing off saw her Young Master woke up, rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she was not dazzled, she ran out of the room like a fly and shouted loudly, .

The dream is cold, and the night is heavy with dew. I can't remember how many times I dreamed of the deceased again.Xin Yizhuan opened his tired eyes, and could only smell the smell of tranquilizing medicine in the room, the window was half open, dazzling light came in, several figures walked around, and the noise was endless...Everything was so real, it took him from the endless Pulled out of the dream.It was as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out suddenly, and it was empty, and even the smell of medicine that he had been accustomed to all the year round felt a little pungent at this moment.

"Yi Zhuan, what do you think?" Xin Shangshu asked his son softly with dark circles under his eyes.Madam Xin, whose eyes were swollen like walnuts, said nothing, and kept wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.

Xin Yizhuan shook his head weakly: "The child is fine, it's really unfilial to make parents worry."

The imperial doctor said that when you wake up, you will be fine.