It is said that the people I protect are admired by the Six Realms

The woman's sobs were still echoing in the ancestral hall, Bai Moqian looked at the plain-clothed woman, who was kneeling on the futon and kowtowing, her body was even and stable, she didn't look like she was sobbing.

Bai Moqian frowned, the talisman in his hand was not burning, which meant that there was no evil spirit in this ancestral hall, so where did this cold sob come from?

"Girl, it's dangerous here, please go back quickly, girl."

Bai Moqian stepped forward and raised his hand to pat the plain-clothed woman on the shoulder, but Li Shao, who was standing beside him, grabbed her arm.He looked back at Li Shao, who shook his head slightly, signaling him to stand by his side and watch, not to act rashly.

The sobbing sound became lower and lower, a group of dark rooms gradually enveloped, the scene in front of him gradually blurred, Bai Moqian raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him did not know when.

He saw lanterns and festoons everywhere in Zhen's Mansion, the chai gate was painted with shiny black paint, two red lanterns were hung at the door, and a red ribbon was hung on the plaque that said "Zhen's Mansion".

The little dolls in brocade clothes were playing around in the mansion, the music was loud for a while, and the firecrackers rang out, and a big red sedan chair stopped at the gate of Zhen's mansion.

Red candles are burning high in the ancestral hall, red ribbons are hung on the beams of the roof, and the courtyard is full of drinkers.

The bride was covered with a red hijab, Bai Moqian couldn't see her face clearly, but felt that her figure looked familiar.

Swapping cups and changing cups, the wedding was extremely festive. Amidst the noisy voices, someone yelled, "Zhen Chong! You are lucky to have married such a beautiful daughter-in-law!"

The groom gave a gentle smile and helped the bride into the ancestral hall.

Bai Moqian was stunned, he remembered the name Zhen Chong that the old woman cried last night, when the old woman shouted "Zhen Chong is back".

As he was thinking, the scene in front of him changed.A woman in a goose-yellow skirt chased to Baqiao and held a scholar's hand.

The scholar turned his head, Bai Moqian stared blankly, it was Zhen Chong.

Zhen Chong held the woman's hand tightly, pursed his thin lips, said "Treasure", then threw away the woman's hand, carrying his luggage and leaving without looking back.

Year after year, the willows on the Baqiao sprout and drop leaves, and the fallen leaves sprout, and someone's new swallows fly into the homes of ordinary people with willow branches in their mouths.

Year after year, women take care of housework and make bronze mirrors.

Bronze mirrors are all a style.

Round, with a thin mirror surface, carved with silver patterns, and green vitriol as leaves, the reflection is like life.

Bai Moqian paid attention to the year engraved on the back of the bronze mirror, which was made by Zhenfu in February of Bingshen year.Bai Moqian counted the days and his scalp exploded.

Bingshen year, the last year of the Chu Dynasty.At that time, miscellaneous taxes were exorbitant and the people were in dire straits. The royal family surnamed Li revolted under the banner of "recovering the Mo dynasty" and established a new dynasty the following year.

Bai Moqian watched the woman put the finished bronze mirror into the box and put it away carefully, and felt a chill run up her spine.

The new dynasty was established the following year, and the emperor/ancestor gave amnesty to the world, and promoted many people from the old dynasty one after another.However, no news about Zhen Chong has been received from the beginning to the end.

The age behind the bronze mirror became the second year of Xianheng.

Finally there was news of Zhen Chong, and the neighbors rumored that he had become a high-ranking official in the imperial court and would come back to pick up his parents, wife and children soon.

What puzzled Bai Moqian was that Zhen Chong's wife in the picture, that is, Mrs. Zhen, was always just a back view. He was thinking about the reason, and when the picture changed, Mrs. Zhen was supported and kneeling in the ancestral hall, beside the aggressive Zhen family.

"Slut! This is the bitch who killed his parents!"

"Today, in front of our ancestors, I will let you pay for your parents' lives!"

When the overwhelming sound of cursing came, Bai Moqian listened for a long time before he understood what was going on.

It turned out that Zhen Chong, who had promised to return to his hometown, suddenly disappeared. Zhen Chong's parents thought that their son had encountered an accident, could not withstand the blow, and died.The Zhen family believed that Mrs. Zhen killed the second elder, and wanted to kill Mrs. Zhen to give the second elder an explanation.

The ancestral hall was hung with white silk, and when Bai Moqian saw Mrs. Zhen in plain clothes, walking step by step towards the beam hung with three feet of white silk, he felt suffocated in his chest.

It was this white silk again, and this bench again. He watched Mrs. Zhen step onto the bench, put the white silk around her neck, and kicked the stool off.

Bai Moqian stared blankly at Mrs. Zhen's body.

Suddenly, the corpse that had already been hanged suddenly turned around to face Bai Moqian.

Pale skin, sharp grin, scarlet tongue, upturned eyeballs.

Bai Moqian was startled, subconsciously leaned back, and fell into a warm embrace.

The black mist faded, and the eyes gradually became clearer. Bai Moqian looked at the plain-clothed woman kneeling on the futon and kept kowtowing, and took a deep breath, "Are you Mrs. Zhen?"

The woman in plain clothes paused when she heard the words, and turned around slowly.

The bruised and purple strangle marks on the neck make people's teeth regurgitate.

"Did you kill those people in the courtyard?" Bai Moqian asked.

Mrs. Zhen grinned, "The Zhen family forced me to death, and the people of Chenzhou City forced my poor mother to death. They will pay off this debt for generations to come."

Bai Moqian shook his head when he heard the words, he raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Zhen, "No, Mrs. Zhen, you are not out for revenge, but are waiting for Zhen Chong."

Just after saying this, Mrs. Zhen, who was originally calm, suddenly went mad. She screamed and roared, "I waited for him? Why did I wait for him? Why did I wait for this heartless man?"

Bai Moqian's eyes flashed.

It has been more than 300 years since the emperor's mother/ancestor founded the country. For more than 300 years, the body has already turned into a skeleton, and the soul has already entered the cycle of several lives.However, Mrs. Zhen's face is still as fresh as before, except for the horrible strangle marks on her neck, she is no different from ordinary people.

In other words, Mrs. Zhen is no longer just a ghost, she has become a demon.

How much obsession and resentment does this have to make her stay in Zhen's mansion for 300 years?Except that she was waiting for Zhen Chong who hadn't heard from him, Bai Moqian couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.

"Ma'am, it's been more than 300 years, and Zhen Chong has already entered reincarnation. It's meaningless for you to stick around here." Bai Moqian looked at Madam Zhen and persuaded softly.

Mrs. Zhen laughed suddenly, and her shrill laughter echoed in the ancestral hall. She pointed to herself and said word by word: "I have guarded Huangquan Road for more than 100 years. I have watched all the ghosts coming and going. There are no ghosts there. Zhen Chong. Later I became a demon and returned to Zhen’s Mansion. It’s been 300 years, and I haven’t even felt his breath in these 300 years. Now you tell me that he entered reincarnation? Ah? How did he enter reincarnation? Are you a king?"

Bai Moqian was taken aback when he heard the words, and he frowned.

From the look of Mrs. Zhen, it doesn't look like she's lying.It is impossible for ordinary people to live for 300 years, so there is only one explanation for the fact that Zhen Chong's soul has not been found for these 300 years: he ascended to the fairy world after attaining the Tao.But he has been in the sky for 300 years, and he has never heard of any new gods joining the Heavenly Emperor.

Li Shao, who had been standing aside without opening his mouth, suddenly asked: "Are you still waiting? After killing so many people, their grievances have already started to bite back. You are at the end of your strength and cannot last tonight."

Madam Zhen lowered her eyes, she bit her red lips, her eyes gradually dimmed, "I've been waiting for him for more than 300 years, wait a little longer, as long as I can last."

Li Shao's eyes flashed, and he was about to speak when Bai Moqian took a step ahead, "Ma'am, there is something wrong with Zhen Chong, Ma'am, don't wait so meaninglessly, if Ma'am trusts me, I will discuss this matter with you." give it to me."

Madam Zhen raised her head to look at Bai Moqian, she frowned, "Is something strange? What's wrong with Chonglang?"

"I'm not sure about the situation now, and I dare not jump to conclusions." Bai Moqian shook his head. He suddenly thought of something, looked up at Mrs. Zhen and asked, "Did Zhen Chong write you a letter when he went to Beijing to study? If so?" I wrote it, do you remember the content of the letter?"

Mrs. Zhen thought for a while and said: "At the beginning, Chonglang often sent home letters, but they were just greetings. After that, there was an uprising by the Li surname. After two or three years of turmoil, he didn't write any more letters home. After the emperor/ancestor established a new dynasty, he only sent a letter to his family, saying that he became an official and would pick us up to live in Chang'an City in the next year."

After hearing this, Bai Moqian was silent for a while and asked, "Did Zhen Chong mention any friends in his letter?"

The eastern sky began to turn pale. Mrs. Zhen coughed and spat out thick black blood. She knelt down on the ground, her eyes already glowing with livid lifelessness.

"He often mentioned a man named Qu Bin, who went to Beijing to study with him." Mrs. Zhen said after a few breaths.

"Qu Bin? Where is he from?" Bai Moqian hurriedly asked.

Mrs. Zhen shook her head, "Chonglang's letter never mentioned...ahem..." Before she could say a few words, Mrs. Zhen coughed up blood again.

Bai Moqian stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and used some spiritual power to go there. Mrs. Zhen pushed him away and shook her head, "It's useless, those innocent souls have long wanted to cut me into pieces."

Li Shao pulled Bai Moqian up from the ground, looked down at Mrs. Zhen, and said calmly: "I'll give you a ride, reincarnate into a good family, don't wait any longer." After speaking, he walked to Mrs. Zhen In front of her, she raised her hand to hold her eyebrows.

Madam Zhen looked up at Li Shao, raised her eyebrows and smiled, she said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhong Lan, for your kindness, Mr. Zhong Lan will repay you in the next life."

Li Shao pursed his thin lips, a ray of golden flames from his fingertips landed on the center of Madam Zhen's eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a slowly blooming peach blossom, and suddenly, the blooming peach blossom swept across Madam Zhen's entire body.

The eyes are full of red, thrilling, and the colorful embroidery that reflects the decayed ancestral hall is brilliant.

It seemed to be back to the time when the marriage ceremony was held again, Xi Po let out a long noise: "Husband and wife bow to each other—"

The red candle is burning high, and I bow my eyebrows to my uncle and aunt. I am in love with my concubine, and I hope to win the hearts of the one, and the white head will not be separated.

A ray of golden morning sun shone in from the cobwebbed windows, brightening the room.

Bai Moqian stared blankly at the futon where Mrs. Zhen had been kneeling, a sense of unexplained sadness spread from her chest.

Just now, among the peach blossoms everywhere, he saw that figure again.

That person always had his back to him, and he just stood there under the peach tree. Year after year, from spring to winter, the dead peach tree never blossomed, and that person was always alone.

A person.

Bai Moqian raised his head suddenly, and he looked at Li Shao. The dead peach tree he had seen many times was very similar to the one in Li Shao's mansion, except that one was full of flowers, and the other was rotten and dead.

"I..." Bai Moqian opened his lips, he raised his hand and grabbed Li Shao's sleeve, "Have I seen that peach tree planted in your yard somewhere?"

Li Shao lowered his eyes, his expression was calm, he raised his eyebrows, "Really? Peach trees all look the same in the world, of course you have seen them."

Bai Moqian shook his head, "No, no, I saw it in a valley before."

Li Shao pulled the sleeve back from his hand, looked down at the scratch marks, frowned slightly, and said "tsk", "It seems that I have to change clothes tomorrow."