Her Majesty the Empress: "......"

I'm angry, I'm so fierce.

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Under the frightened expression on the coachman's face, Wei Celadon got out of the car alone and returned to the rouge shop with a quiet pace.

Behind him, the carriage was pitch black and empty, and there was no second person.

The coachman of Zhongcheng Mansion, who drank two taels of wine, rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, obviously there were two people when he got in the car, a man and a woman, and there was another person, where did he go?

At this time, a cool breeze blew, and the long street in the middle of the night was empty, with no half of the lights, and with the empty dark carriage, it inexplicably revealed a gloomy feeling.

The coachman was excited, and the wine on his head suddenly sobered up for the most part!

"Oh my god, I've hit a ghost, I've hit a ghost!"

He climbed up, flicked his whip, and drove away in the carriage......

Open the door, close the door, come to the counter in the dark, twist a candlestick, the fire is extinguished, and the light is faint.

After Wei Celadon re-cut the paper to make a body for Fenghua, or a container for the soul, he thought seriously and seriously: maybe it should be a different container?

Otherwise......

The young man lowered his eyebrows slightly, and his slender fingers, which were as clear as snow in the candlelight, touched his lips.

Laughed.

"Ding! The target character, Wei Celadon, has a friendship of 5 and a strategy completion of 50!"

……

Day 2.

Unsurprisingly, a guest arrived at the rouge shop.

Lord Zhongcheng was dressed in a dark red official uniform, wearing a flowered hat, a jade belt around his waist, and the jade pendant on the hem of the clothes was precious, standing with his back to the person and standing under the peach blossom tree that was about to fall in the backyard of the rouge shop.

Long and jade, slender and straight.

The handsome back of the rich god is faintly lonely.

Lonely what?

With the power in your hands and your wife on your side, Wei Zhang should be proud of your life and have to be happy, right?

Fenghua stood not far away, staring at the young man's back with changing eyes, and couldn't help but think.

After a few moments, she walked over to him.

Xu heard her footsteps, and the young Lord Zhongcheng turned around.

He looked at her with deep eyes, his eyes seemed to glow with surprise, pity, and pain, and traced her bright outline inch by inch.

Ruo sighed, and the first thing he said was: "You are Mei Niang, right?" ”

Fenghua smiled casually and calmly, and replied without revealing any flaws: "Who is Mei Niang?" Didn't you recognize the wrong person? ”

Wei Zhang was very sure that she was his Mei Niang, and he didn't believe her pretense.

He said to himself: "Don't be in a hurry to deny it, I know it's you." When did we meet? Seven, or eight? ”

The handsome young man suddenly smiled, his smile was a little self-deprecating, and his voice was low and almost whispering: "Nearly ten years, Mei Niang, that's you who I have known for ten years, you tell me, how can I admit my mistake?" ”

Fenghua did not speak.

Wei Zhang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were deep, looked at her, and confided in his heart: "You don't know, how sad I was when I heard the news of your death in Jinling three years ago, and you don't know how surprised and happy I was when I saw you standing in front of me alive yesterday, well, and not sleeping in the ground." ”

"Mei Niang, you are really ruthless."

After speaking, he couldn't help but step forward and hold her shoulder, touched her again after three years, and asked, "Where have you been in the past three years, and since you are alive, why don't you come to me?" ”