Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

When the old Miao doctor arrived at Sun's house, what he saw was the lifeless Xia Jingsheng.

Different from everyone's eagerness, the old Miao doctor's reaction was very calm, as if he had already expected this day.

With his withered fingers resting on Xia Jingsheng's wrist, he carefully judged the pulse condition, and after a long while, he slowly shook his head.

"Being hit to the vitals, the old man can't do anything. However, he is destined to have a calamity. If this calamity passes, the road will be smooth from now on."

These words were like a ray of light in the darkness, allowing Sun Wenxi to see hope.

"How to break the robbery?" Sun Wenxi asked expectantly.

The old Miao doctor took out a brown bamboo whistle from his bag and blew it softly.

The whistle sounded like weeping and complaining, fluctuating high and low, which sounded particularly sad.

Sun Wenxi subconsciously looked at Xia Jingsheng, the person on the bed was still unconscious and showed no signs of waking up.

At this time, Xia Jingsheng was escorted forward by the ghost guard. At first, he was the only one, but gradually more and more souls joined him.

The souls who joined later were all expressionless and just hurried on their way.

The feng shui in the underworld is not good, and the surroundings are pitch black, making all the souls unconscious. If Xia Jingsheng's mausoleum is not clear, I'm afraid that he will become like the souls behind him, becoming puppets who only obey orders.

In the Palace of the King of Hades, Xia Jingsheng's order made it difficult for the judge.

The judge was a little old man with white hair and a two-petal mustache, which he would pull desperately whenever he encountered a problem.At this moment, he was so anxious that he was about to pull out his beard and bald. He pushed the fate letter in front of Hades, folded his arms and said angrily, "Old man, I don't know how to judge!"

Yan Wang glanced at the fate post, his serious face turned darker: "It's ridiculous, why did you bring Xia Jingsheng here!"

The ghost officer hurriedly replied: "We also lock the soul according to the rules..."

Yan Wang raised his eyelids and looked down the hall.

Xia Jingsheng was looking at him with piercing eyes.

Yan Wang stretched out a finger, pointed at Xia Jingsheng, turned his head and said to the ghost guard: "Look, how can there be any death on his face?"

The ghost almost stopped talking.

Yan Wang flipped through the fate post, and at the end he let out a long sigh: "Xia Jingsheng!"

"To!"

This loud answer made all the officials in Yin Caoli look at each other in blank dismay.

"You are a yin and yang walker, so you should know the rules of the underworld. There are well-founded reasons for ghosts to lock your soul. Since you are locked, you should obediently go to the Naihe Bridge, drink Mengpo soup, and forget your past." King of Hades Slow down the speed of speech, and observe Xia Jingsheng's reaction while speaking.

"Forgive me." Xia Jingsheng stood safely in the hall, even though his hands and feet were in shackles, his figure was as tall and straight as a green pine, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

Yan Wang scowled with a stern face, "Presumptuous! How can you come and leave whenever you want in the underworld?!"

Xia Jingsheng made a silent gesture: "Hush!"

Yan Wang didn't understand, so he focused his eyes on Xia Jingsheng's fingers.

"Listen, someone is calling me home." The faint sound of bamboo whistle came, carrying nostalgia and sigh for the past.

Yan Wang said in a deep voice: "What if I insist on making you drink Mengpo soup?"

"Then I have no choice but to fight with my own strength." Xia Jingsheng shook the shackles on his hands, "These shackles may not be able to lock me in."

All the officials present, big and small, were all watching, for fear of getting angry.

Unexpectedly, Lord Yan suddenly changed his face, rubbed his nose, and said in a warm voice: "Since you insist on this, I will send you back to Yang."

"Ahem——" The old judge was drinking tea, and after hearing this, he choked on a mouthful of tea and coughed non-stop.

The ghost messengers were standing in neat clothes, but when they came suddenly, the sticks, halberds and guns in their hands fell to the ground in fright, and they all stared at Lord Hades as if they were "ghosts".

Xia Jingsheng was also taken aback, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about the credibility of Hades' words.

Hades put down the fate card in his hand, and sat on the back of the chair like an uncle, with the crown on his head flickering: "Come on, can I deceive you as a late-born junior?"

"You shouldn't die, and you accumulate virtue and do good deeds on weekdays, so you are destined to be in this hell." Yama Wang looked like a child at the moment, counting his fingers and saying, "Besides, your mother gave her life's merits in exchange for you. Peace and joy..."

Yan Wang's muttering was interrupted by Xia Jingsheng.

"What did you say?!" Xia Jingsheng raised his jaw slightly, looking at his boss with burning eyes.

Yan Wang looked embarrassed, and then realized that he had slipped his mouth.

Peng Yue was punished by heaven for refusing to be a Miao aunt. The King of Hades saw that she had done good deeds for most of her life, and granted her a wish.

"The wish your mother made is related to you." Yama looked at the fate note full of lives, as if through the string of characters, he saw the bright and stubborn woman back then.

Like Xia Jingsheng, she stands upright in the hall, she doesn't ask for worldly things, only one thing, she hopes that her own flesh and blood will no longer be restrained by the Miao family's prohibition, and have a happy life.

Not free, or rather die.

She carved these six characters into her own epitaph with her own blood and bones, and also carved them deep in Xia Jingsheng's soul.

"Let's go, cherish the good fortune of the marriage in front of you. Everything has a cause and an effect. God has the virtue of good life, and he will definitely punish evil and promote good..."

Yan Wang's words gradually turned into a wisp of smoke and dust in his ears, and the bondage that bound Xia Jingsheng's hands and feet disappeared.

He is free.

Next to his ear was the sound of a bamboo whistle guiding him back to the world of the living world. The moment Xia Jingsheng opened his eyes, his restless heart suddenly calmed down, and the flustered feeling he had been feeling for a long time disappeared.

He was lying on his back, facing Sun Wenxi's eyes.

This was the first time that he faced Sun Wenxi's red eyes so directly.

Xia Jingsheng stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips were about to touch the corner of Sun Wenxi's eye, the man turned his head away.

Xia Jingsheng's hands were in the air, and before he could react, he was pulled into his arms fiercely.

The unique masculine fragrance fills Xia Jingsheng's nose, the cool cedar is the first impression, and the warm orange blossom is the imprint of mutual acquaintance.

The two cuddled closely, neither of them speaking.In that airtight embrace, Xia Jingsheng groped and took out something from his bosom.

It was a bamboo whistle, which was slightly hot at the moment.

He gently put the bamboo whistle into Sun Wenxi's palm.

"Wherever I am, if you blow it, I'll be home, I promise."

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Xia Jingsheng spent the most leisurely and comfortable days of his life in the Northland. Sun Wenxi was furious and ordered a thorough investigation into the whole incident.

Xia Jingsheng's attitude towards this was very indifferent, as if he had completely forgotten about it.

Until the news of Fu Feng's illness came, Mr. Fu came to ask Xia Jingsheng for treatment in person.

Xia Jingsheng thanked the guests behind closed doors, even though Mr. Fu said something out of his mouth, he only had one sentence: "He asked for it."

Fu Feng did ask for it himself. The snake demon was not a god or saint at all, but hid in the statue of Nuwa and was contaminated with some divine power to break through the formation arranged by Xia Jingsheng.

But she couldn't do harm to others, and she was backlashed, so Fu Feng, who was borrowed by her as her employer, naturally couldn't please her.

Xia Jingsheng didn't make a move, the old Miao doctor resigned, and Mr. Fu was devastated, but there was nothing he could do.

Once Sun Wenxi was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of straw ropes for ten years, and strictly guarded Xia Jingsheng's safety.

He didn't even go to the daily social visits, and stayed at home with Xia Jingsheng every day.

Sun Wenxi was very interested and experienced about this, Xia Jingsheng was happy and quiet, so Sun Wenxi would often find some interesting things to tell him.

For example, the life experience of the snake demon, after investigation, Sun Wenxi found out that the Nuwa temple was originally rebuilt from an old house.

A family lived in the old house before, and the elder sister and younger sister fell in love with the same man. Obviously, the younger sister met the man first, but the mother decided to let the older sister marry the man.

Later, all members of the family disappeared, and no one knew where they went. The old house was abandoned for several years, and it was changed into the current Nuwa Temple.

"You said that snake demon, could it be the younger sister in the family?" Sun Wenxi asked with a smile, "She emphasizes that first come first, first come first, there must be something hidden about her."

"If you are a human, how can you become a snake demon?" Xia Jingsheng shook his head, stood up straight and looked at the words he just wrote.

When Xia Jingsheng was writing, Sun Wenxi took the initiative to study ink beside him.

It would be fine if he just studied ink, but Sun Wenxi was a double-minded master, with ink in his hand, and a pair of peach blossom eyes staring straight at Xia Jingsheng.

Xia Jingsheng had always been concentrating on writing, but when Sun Wenxi saw it this way, he lost half of his mind, and his writing was messed up.

So every time he put down his pen helplessly, and looked at Sun Wenxi angrily.

Young Master Sun has been waiting for this moment. Once Xia Jingsheng puts down his pen, it means that he can play something else.

Just like today, he was well aware of Xia Jingsheng's thin skin, so he deliberately found an excuse: "I copied the master's handwriting recently, and I feel that my technique has improved, Jingsheng is willing to learn?"

Xia Jingsheng glanced at him, doubtfully said: "Are you serious?"

"Of course!" Sun Wenxi looked at Xia Jingsheng earnestly, like a heart-warming loyal dog longing for his master's trust.

Xia Jingsheng couldn't stand him like this, so he picked up the wolf hair again: "Then let's try."

Sun Wenxi quickly seized the opportunity, hugged Xia Jingsheng from behind, and stroked his arm first: "Here, raise it higher."

After a while, he poked Xia Jingsheng's waist again: "Straighten up."

Xia Jingsheng noticed that Sun Wenxi's hand went all the way down his back, finally stopped on his lower back, and patted his buttocks lightly.

Xia Jingsheng: ...

He threw away the pen, and lightly reprimanded: "You're messing around again!" It's just that the words were soft and didn't sound powerful.

Sun Wenxi also knew how to let it go, so he rested his chin on Xia Jingsheng's shoulder and said softly, "Jingsheng, we are in the north, let's have another wedding."

The breath of Sun Wenxi's words sprayed on Xia Jingsheng's ears, making his white earlobes turn red.

Xia Jingsheng felt a little itchy, and sighed lightly: "Do it again?"

"Have a new-style wedding. How about we both wear western clothes and swear an oath in public?" Sun Wenxi thought Xia Jingsheng's reaction was very cute, so he specially blown into his sensitive ears.

"Why do you suddenly want to have another wedding?" Xia Jingsheng rubbed his ears, "Don't make trouble."

"I want to tell those blind people that you are mine." Sun Wenxi squeezed out a vicious tone, but to Xia Jingsheng's ears, it sounded like a leopard protecting its food.

He couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The matter of the wedding was settled in this way, and it coincided with the end of the year, which was a good thing to add joy to joy.

The Sun family's old house was decorated with fireworks inside and out, because it was a Western-style ceremony, so there were not so many rules.

Sun Wenxi and Xia Jingsheng wore newly made stiff-collared suits with folded corners, and walked into the atrium hand in hand during the symphony.

This time, many of Sun Wenxi's friends and classmates were present, and among them, Pang Bo was the most excited. He blushed and applauded desperately since the newcomer came out.

He is the master of ceremonies, and when the couple stands still, he immediately recites aloud: "Hi, today is about to be established, a perfect match. It is predicted that the year will grow old forever, Gui Fu Lan Xin..."

Under everyone's attention, Sun Wenxi put on a translucent and moist jade ring for Xia Jingsheng. According to the procedure, the two should bow instead of kissing.

But Sun Wenxi ignored the rules, took advantage of Xia Jingsheng's unpreparedness, directly held his face, and kissed those soft lips deeply.

The cheers were louder and louder, Xia Jingsheng opened his eyes, the residual warmth of the kiss remained on his lips.

There were so many flowers, ribbons, and guests around, but Xia Jingsheng only saw the man in front of him who changed his life.

Xia Jingsheng knew that those negative and gloomy pasts in his life were gradually fading away, and those colorful beauties were born because of meeting Sun Wenxi.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say: Wenwen is officially over here, thanks to the little angels who followed the article all the way here, boo!

The serialization period of this article is also a test for me. I have read the suggestions made by many little angels in the middle, and decided to revise the article at a large length when it was more than halfway through writing, and corrected some controversial plots.The next article is planned to be "[Transmigration Book] Designers of the Republic of China".

Thank you to everyone who supported me all the way. I usually rarely reply to comments, but I will be familiar with every little angel who leaves a comment for me.I wish you all better and better, and find your own happiness like Xia Xia, bow down~