Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

The Sun family's residence in Beidi is an old three-story house.

The old house is equipped with electric lights for lighting, and the pale light hits the wooden furniture, which looks a bit oozing.

Xia Jingsheng went upstairs surrounded by crowds. According to the rules, the young couple should live in the west wing.

There was an air of no one living in the room for a long time, but Xia Jingsheng didn't take it seriously. He looked at the mahogany furniture in the room: "The layout here is quite different from that in Jiangcheng."

Sun Wenxi helped him to sit down, and then heated up the charcoal basin more vigorously: "There is nothing next to this house, only the old things are the most."

"What you are sitting on now is the imperial concubine's couch in the palace." Sun Wenxi pointed to the carved mahogany.

"An item in the palace? I don't believe it, how could it be so rare..." Xia Jingsheng raised his hand to touch the surface of the mahogany.

"It was impossible in the past, but now it's a new era. The old things in the palace have long been sold cheaply. Even the houses of the poor families in the Northland may have treasures hidden in them." What about." Sun Wenxi said, putting away the footbath.

The aroma of cinnamon and Chinese prickly ash made one feel warm. Xia Jingsheng leaned on the couch and fell asleep not long after.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was bright.

With the soft bedding on his body, Xia Jingsheng was refreshed all over, presumably Sun Wenxi tidied it up for him.

The fly in the ointment was that the pain in Xia Jingsheng's chest didn't ease, on the contrary, it seemed to be getting worse.

But it was said that Sun Wenxi got up early in the morning and was doing morning exercises outside the house. When he saw Sun Xiang holding a stack of newspapers, he took a copy from his hand.

There are no taboos in the contents of the newspapers, and some anecdotes are often published, and Sun Wenxi always laughs them off.

But today, there is an anecdote that caught his attention——"The Millennium Miao Village was hit hard, is it God's will or man-made?" "

There were black and white photos attached to the newspaper, and Sun Wenxi recognized at a glance that it was the Black Miao Village...

Thinking of the theory of the Miao Village's catastrophe, Sun Wenxi had an intuition that Xia Jingsheng's injury might be related to this incident.

Xia Jingsheng's breakfast was served in the room, it wasn't because he didn't understand etiquette and put on airs when he first arrived, it was because Sun Wenxi was too nervous, hearing that he was not feeling well, he simply trapped him in the room and didn't even allow him to get out of bed.

Xia Jingsheng had nothing to do, he leaned on the bed and read a book.

Perhaps the surrounding environment was too quiet, and the voices of the servants outside the door reached his ears.

Servant A: "Why did this guy get sick as soon as he came here?"

Servant B: "Do you also remember the story of this house?"

Servant C: "Keep your voice down, and be careful not to be heard. But it's really evil, why do you get sick right away?"

Xia Jingsheng hadn't figured out why, but the voices of the servants' discussions weakened.

"Let you talk about the rights and wrongs of the master behind your back, do you still want to do it?!" It was Sun Xiang's voice.

After being reprimanded, the servants on duty all fell silent, and the tranquility was restored outside.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Sun Xiang walked in with a stew pot: "Master Xia, this is the soup stewed in the small kitchen. It clears away heat and nourishes the lungs. You should drink it while it's hot."

Xia Jingsheng took the soup cup, stirring the spoon slowly: "Uncle Xiang, what do you say about this house?"

"Young master means..." Sun Xiang bowed hesitantly, his shrewd eyes were hard to see through.

"For example, if someone who lives here suddenly falls ill, what can you say?" Xia Jingsheng watched Sun Xiang's expression closely, not letting go of any detail.

Sun Xiang's face suddenly changed, and he looked embarrassed.

Xia Jingsheng sipped his soup slowly: "To be honest, I hate others lying to me the most."

Sun Xiang had no choice but to tell the whole story.It turns out that this old house of the Sun family has a saying that everyone in the Northland knows.

People say that the old house has spirits. If the partner brought back by the Sun family is not accepted by the old house, they will get sick after staying in the house for one night.

Sun Xiang said this with trepidation, for fear that Xia Jingsheng would get angry.

But Xia Jingsheng just smiled softly, "It seems that I am not a satisfactory candidate for the old house."

Sun Xiang lowered his head and said nothing.

Even though Sun Xiang strictly ordered today's events not to be publicized, Sun Wenxi still knew about it.

The servants of the Sun family had never seen him get so angry, and they all bowed their heads to be scolded.

Xia Jingsheng heard the commotion, opened the door and walked down the stairs.

Sun Wenxi looked up, and his expression eased immediately: "Why did you come down, and you are still dressed so thinly?"

He took off the warm cloak and put it on Xia Jingsheng: "Be careful of catching cold."

Xia Jingsheng held his hand: "Why are you so delicate, I'm fine, you are..."

The servants who participated in the discussion were all deducted from their wages, and they were all downcast.

Xia Jingsheng came forward to smooth things over: "It's just an argument, I didn't take it to heart, but you're getting angry."

"We should teach them a lesson, to know what to say and what not to say." Sun Wenxi hugged Xia Jingsheng in front of everyone, "My people, no one dares to talk about it."

Xia Jingsheng felt that he was like the enchanting concubine who used her beauty to confuse the king, and he was afraid that the servants of the Sun's house would have to give him a rare treasure if they saw him in the future.

But at this time in Fu Zhai, Fu Feng was so angry that he smashed the white jade porcelain bowl in his hand: "I asked you to bribe the servants of the Sun family to spread rumors, how did you do it?!"

"Ah, my good young master." The servant said with a bitter face, "Didn't you see that Young Master Sun made a big fuss and fined all those servants. They were deducted half a year's wages, and they are all here now. crying."

"Brother Gouer actually did it for that bitch..." When Fu Feng heard that it was Sun Wenxi's trick, he was instantly at a loss.

He got up in panic: "You guys are not showing off, brother Ruogouer knows that I did it, he will definitely get tired of me..."

Fu Feng paced back and forth: "No, I have to visit Sun's house."

Thinking of seeing Sun Wenxi, he immediately became happy, and the worry on his face was also swept away.

"Help me to see which one looks better." Fu Feng gestured with the clothes on his body.

The boy watched from the side, and flattered him, "Master, you look good in anything you wear."

Unexpectedly, this flattery slapped the horse's leg, and Dang even got a slap in the face: "How dare you perfunctory me!"

The young servant covered his face, regretful and fearful in his heart, he finally coaxed Fu Feng to change his clothes and go out, the young master had many scruples.

For a while, I was afraid that Sun Wenxi would think that he was extravagant in a car, and when I changed to a rickshaw, I was afraid that my new clothes would be dirty.

After several hesitations, he finally arrived in front of the old house of the Sun family.

Fu Feng tried his best to restrain his impatience, and entered the door pretending to be calm and breezy.

"Brother Gou'er!" It was just that overly excited tone that betrayed his eagerness, "Why don't you come to see me when you come back."

Seeing this, the servant hurriedly reported: "Master, Young Master Fu is here."

Sun Wenxi was hugging someone comfortably, with a beauty in his arms, how could he care about Fu Feng.

A casual sentence: "Just say that I don't have time to see him."

After the servant left, not long after, Fu Feng's tweeter-like voice came from outside the room: "Brother Gou'er, I know you are inside, I want to see you..."

Xia Jingsheng had indigestion at this affectionate title and snorted coldly.

Sun Wenxi wanted to go online in order to survive, and immediately ordered: "Stop people!"

Who would have thought that Fu Feng was a shameless person, who didn't know his face when he was stopped, and kept yelling: "Brother Gou'er, don't stop me, what are you doing in there?!"

Finally, the door opened from the inside.

Sun Wenxi stood upstairs with a gloomy face and stared at Fu Feng: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming..." Fu Feng's mind was full of Sun Wenxi, and he even forgot to find an excuse to go out, making up nonsense like a blind man, "I want to go to the Nuwa Temple with you. They say that the Nuwa Temple is asking about marriage. , if a lover pays respects there, a happy marriage can be obtained.”

Just as Sun Wenxi was about to refuse, Xia Jingsheng said: "It sounds quite interesting, why don't we go and have a look."

Fu Feng was dumbfounded, he originally wanted to go alone with Sun Wenxi, but he didn't expect Xia Jingsheng to be killed halfway.

Sun Wenxi also disagreed: "Jing Sheng, if you want to go, I will accompany you when you recover."

Xia Jingsheng loosened his shoulders: "After lying down for so long, I'm also tired and want to go out for a walk."

When he was seldom willful, he did it occasionally, which made Sun Wenxi inexplicably soft-hearted, so he had to stare at Xia Jingsheng again and add clothes.

Fu Feng just stayed aside, watching them spread dog food expressionlessly.

No matter how stupid he was, he could see that Sun Wenxi didn't want to see him anymore, and finally he still had some sense of sight, so he didn't yell at each other.

However, he still followed Sun and Xia without giving up, determined to be a light bulb.

The Nuwa Temple is dedicated to the Nuwa Empress. Because of the allusion that Nuwa created human beings, women in the north love to go to the Nuwa Temple to seek children and marriage.

Xia Jingsheng and Sun Wenxi were naturally looking for a happy marriage, they worshiped devoutly in front of the statue, and then joined hands to hang a heart knot beside the plane tree.

During the whole process, Fu Feng couldn't find a chance to get involved.

He knelt down on the futon in discouragement, and he didn't know whether it was because he was upset or dizzy, but he felt that the statue of Nuwa was smiling very strangely.

Fu Feng rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. This time the statue was normal, and it still looked kindly and kindly.

Fu Feng shook his head, got rid of that weird idea, and complained to the statue: "Everything is about first come, first served, obviously I was the first to know Brother Gou'er, why did the guy surnamed Xia take the lead, I'm not reconciled!"

On weekdays, no one listened to him talking about these things, and his father even persuaded him to break his mind. Fu Feng had been suppressed for a long time, and finally seized such an opportunity to vomit a lot of bitterness.

He politely kowtowed three times to the Nuwa statue: "Nuwa Empress, if you are really alive, please let Brother Gou'er come back to me."

As soon as Fu Feng finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark.

His consciousness was clear, but he couldn't see anything. Gradually, a candle light lit up in front of his eyes.

Fu Feng instinctively followed the light source, only to see a person standing in front of the candlelight, with his back to Fu Feng, unable to see his face clearly.

"You really want Sun Wenxi to come back to you?"

The moment the voice sounded, Fu Feng shuddered all over.

It was a woman's voice, the tone was ambiguous and cold, just like the charming snake demon in Liao Zhai, every word was extremely enchanting, carefully discerned but without emotion.

"You... who are you?" Fu Feng was groping in the dark in a daze.