I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Si Ling did not nod, his actions spoke louder than words.

He just gently but firmly held Jiang Chu's wrist to soothe Jiang Chu's anxiety.

[Turtle: Lifespan +9]

【2年281天：12小时：2分：52秒】

"To the housekeeper."

Jiang Chu was pulled by Si Ling and walked towards the old butler.

The turtle is still counting in his mind.

[Turtle: Lifespan +9]

[Turtle: Lifespan +9]

……

Jiang Chu's light enveloped the old butler.

The old butler looked at Jiang Chu, the young man who had gone and returned unharmed.

He glanced at Si Ling, who was standing beside him with an imposing manner, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, which finally turned into a sigh.

Jiang Chu looked at the old housekeeper with a sharp gaze: "Besides you, is there anyone else here?"

Jiang Chu has always been worried about who the remaining one was among the four living people mentioned by the system.

The old butler shook his head: "I don't know, I've always been following the lady."

When Si Ling heard the sound like a dead branch scratching against the wall, his brows slightly frowned. The sound was unpleasant and uncomfortable to the ears.

"What about the other people in the mansion? Or in other words, where is the body?" Jiang Chu looked into the old butler's eyes.

The old butler shook his head again, his answer was still simple and firm: "Master, I really don't know, I have always been following the lady."

"Then..." Jiang Chu wanted to ask again.

Si Ling suddenly pulled him in front of him and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves.

Move quickly.

"Something is wrong." Si Ling's voice was low and his eyes were sharp.

Looking at the pink smoke pouring in from behind the coffin, the smoke carried an extremely strange smell and filled the entire space.

Jiang Chu was half embraced by Si Ling.

[Wang Ba: Congratulations to the host for having his mouth and nose covered by Si Ling, one of the most fortunate people in the world. Lifespan +100]

【3年27天：11小时：52分：52秒】

Jiang Chu didn't care how inappropriate Si Ling's current posture was.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to disappear suddenly, and he felt like he was walking on air.

A sense of weightless panic arose spontaneously.

Jiang Chu stretched out his hand and tried to grab Si Ling, but only touched nothingness.

A feeling of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

His vision was blurry, his sight obscured by thick smoke.

His body began to shake, as if he was sitting in a bumpy sedan.

He lifted the curtain in front of him and found that he was actually sitting in a gorgeously decorated sedan chair.

What she held in her hands was a piece of delicate and soft cloth - a bride's veil.

How did he become the bride?

Jiang Chu frowned and wanted to get off the sedan, but found that his feet seemed to be fixed by something and he couldn't move at all.

I wanted to speak, but found that I couldn't utter a word.

How is this going?

The only thing he could move was his hands. He touched his body and found it was his own body, but there was no mustard seed bag.

He was still trying to find a way to save himself.

A middle-aged woman with a smile outside the sedan said, "Madam, your blessings are all in the future."

"This Immortal Li is a cultivator. He may live a long life without any illness or disaster."

Jiang Chu twitched his lips. Li Xianchang?

plum?

Could this be Mrs. Li’s illusion?

Or is it memory?

Jiang Chu sighed deeply, his heart filled with confusion and powerlessness.

He couldn't help but ask himself, why was he always able to peek into other people's past?

The former Si Ling, now Mrs. Li.

Jiang Chu gave up struggling and waited quietly for what would happen next.

"Ma'am, here we are."

The joyful voice of a middle-aged woman broke Jiang Chu's meditation.

As the curtain was lifted, he subconsciously readjusted his veil to hide his expression and face.

With the help of the servants, Jiang Chu was taken directly into the house deep in the courtyard without going through the traditional ceremony of worshipping in the hall.

With the careful help of the maid, Jiang Chu sat down on the bed covered with a red mattress.

A pair of red embroidered shoes can be seen under her feet.

His feet are not small, so the embroidered shoes look quite big.

Jiang Chu: “…”

Although he cannot move, his senses are still there.

What if it’s a real bridal chamber later?

Jiang Chu: System, help me! My innocence is about to be lost!!!

Jiang Chu: Grandpa Turtle, please save me! I am only eighteen years old, I am still a child.

Unfortunately, there is no systematic response.

"Master of the house."

"Master of the house."

A respectful and hurried voice addressed him from the door.

Jiang Chu's hands kept stirring the handkerchief.

Help!

He reached his hand downward.

Damn! It’s his own body! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!

"Squeak-"

The door of the bridal chamber was pushed open, and he saw a pair of black boots walking towards him step by step.

As the old lady smiled, she handed over a golden carrying pole.

"Master, please lift the veil."

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold coins, and the heart is connected once the veil is lifted."

As Grandma Xi finished her words, Jiang Chu's veil was lifted.

Jiang Chu closed his eyes in pain.

It’s over, I’m going to be eaten by the pig soon.

He wanted to struggle, but his body seemed to be trapped and he couldn't move at all.

"After drinking the wedding wine, the couple will grow old together."

Grandma Xi handed over the wine glass.

Jiang Chu's hand reached out involuntarily and took the cup.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, nor did he want to open his eyes, and he didn't want to face it.

Wrists intersected with a sturdy arm, and each other's wine glasses were brought to each other's mouths.

Drink it all in one gulp.

The spicy taste burned Jiang Chu's throat and went directly into his stomach.

"Dates grow on the red bedside, and next year the fat boy will fall into your arms."

Jiang Chu's body rolled unconsciously on the bed.

"Master, Madam, a night of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I wish you two newlyweds a happy marriage." Grandma Xi was still saying auspicious words.

Suddenly, a light "hmm" sound came from above my head.

Light and cold.

Jiang Chu suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

The person in front of him was not the head of the Li family, but clearly... Si Ling.

No.

What on earth is going on? The last time I saw Si Ling’s memory, it was just like watching a movie.

Why is it that today's is more like role-playing?

But he couldn't speak, only his hands could move.

Si Ling's eyes were gentler than ever before. He was wearing a scarlet wedding dress, which made his skin look like jade.

The hair is crowned, which makes him look more mature and his face is as sharp as a sword.

Jiang Chu pulled his hand and wrote on his palm.

[Si Ling?]

Si Ling held his hand in return and wrote on his palm.

[Um. ]

Jiang Chu breathed a sigh of relief and began to write slowly.

[I can only control my hands, I can't speak.]

[The body is not under my control.]

Si Ling's eyes were deep. He paused for a moment before writing.

[almost.]

Jiang Chu was about to collapse.

Glancing at Si Ling.

[How to close the senses?]

Si Ling's eyes remained the same as usual, and he wrote on the palm of his hand.

[You can't use spiritual power here, and you can't close your senses.]

Jiang Chu completely gave up.

This is truly murderous and heartbreaking.

I miss him, a 1.8-meter-tall young man.

Why do you do the one below!