Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

Outside the bedroom, Xu Yan covered his face in dismay: "Whoever allowed you to come to my house, get out! Get out!"

Xia Jingsheng took out the invitation card: "Zhao Siheng invited us here."

Xu Yan glanced at the invitation card, sneered and said, "Don't lie to me, Zhao Siheng can't write calligraphy."

Xia Jingsheng was startled, and looked at the brush calligraphy that he admired, but it was not written by Zhao Siheng.

So who wrote this invitation?A ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Xia Jingsheng's mind.

He looked at Xu Yan, and said seriously: "The painting you gave Zhao Siheng that day, where is it now?"

"Painting?" Xu Yan didn't understand why the topic suddenly turned to this, he hesitated for a moment, and replied, "In the room."

"If you still want the former Zhao Siheng to come back, open the door quickly!" Xia Jingsheng's expression was quite serious.

Xu Yan hesitated for a moment, then reached out to open the door.

Only to find that the door was locked.

He frowned, knocked on the door and said, "Siheng, why are you locking the door?!"

There was no answer in the room.

Xia Jingsheng was in a bad mood, so he quickly sacrificed a talisman.

This time the door was opened, and Zhao Siheng was lying on the bed, talking clearly, but the three people who walked into the room couldn't hear him at all.

Xu Yan covered his ears in panic: "What's going on? Why is this happening? Why is there no sound?"

The room was restricted by soundproofing, but everyone still saw the tearful portrait at a glance.

"Mi Zixia is crying?" Xu Yan was terrified, "I remember the portrait in the painting, it was obviously smiling."

Until now, Xia Jingsheng fully understood.

Mi Zixia didn't cry, it was the real Zhao Siheng who cried.

But now Zhao Siheng's body hides an ancient soul.

Xia Jingsheng raised his hand to undo the sound-proof spell, and said, "Mi Zixia..."

The person on the bed turned his head and glanced at him, still looking lazily: "I just found out, I thought you would have found out earlier."

"You wantonly occupied Zhao Siheng's body, it was the work of evil spirits!" Xia Jingsheng said, but there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

If Zhao Siheng was really forcibly taken from his body, why didn't he see any resentment.

"I didn't force him, it was all voluntary. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Mi Zixia didn't feel flustered at all when his identity was revealed, on the contrary, he was very relaxed.

"You voluntarily?" Xia Jingsheng frowned.

The man in the portrait nodded slowly.

"It's voluntary, how stupid." Xia Jingsheng shook his head.

A voluntary soul change is not the same as having a body taken away. Once the soul is exchanged, Mi Zixia can naturally occupy Zhao Siheng's body.

"He cries in front of the painting every day, and it makes me upset. I couldn't help but show up and ask him. If he was so sad, he would exchange souls with me. He actually agreed." Mi Zixia said confidently.

Xia Jingsheng recalled the past and thought about it carefully. After the soul swap, "Zhao Siheng" had a personality very similar to that of Mi Zixia.

Rumor has it that Mi Zixia acted arrogantly, relying on Wei Linggong's favor to act recklessly.

Presumably, Zhao Siheng's various behaviors that did not play cards according to common sense all came about because of this.

This can also explain why "Zhao Siheng" didn't know that Xia Jingsheng's lover was a man, because Mi Zixia didn't know Xia Jingsheng.

"Zhao Siheng" said such outrageous words to Ye Henglang because in his era, three wives and four concubines were common.

"Wait, Xia Jingsheng, what do you mean by that?" Everyone present understood cause and effect, only Xu Yan was still at a loss.

He looked at "Zhao Siheng" on the bed, and said cautiously: "So, you are not Siheng? Who are you? Are you sick?"

At the first moment, what Xu Yan thought of was not the original Zhao Siheng, but his own health.

Mi Zixia spat at Xu Yan: "What are you thinking! Every time you want to have intercourse, I will pour medicine into the cup, and you have long since fallen asleep."

When Xu Yan was brushed off in the face like this, he immediately said angrily: "You poisonous man! If the medicine will harm my body, I only ask you."

"You took the medicine, and you still have the energy to fool around with Yao Siyan, which is enough to show that the medicine is fine!" Mi Zixia didn't soften his heart when he was angry.

Xu Yan: ...

"Instead of worrying about prescribing drugs, why not think about how to explain to the real Zhao Siheng that every move you make in this room will be watched by him." Xia Jingsheng said coldly.

These words were like a slap in the face, and Xu Yan's cold sweat dripped down instantly.

During this period, he has indeed done many absurd things.

For example, they spoke bad words to "Zhao Siheng" and pointed fingers at his various behaviors.However, these are not the most important thing. The most deadly thing is that Xu Yan did not realize that Zhao Siheng had been replaced from the beginning to the end.

He didn't even think about it. The reason for Zhao Siheng's big change of temperament was simply to complain that Zhao Siheng had become no longer caring and no longer caring for him.

After that, he still turned a blind eye to Zhao Siheng's harsh emotions, and had a great time hanging out with Yao Siyan.

Xu Yan felt guilty with naked eyes.

Now being pointed out by thousands of people, he thought of Zhao Siheng again.

At least Zhao Siheng is gentle, considerate to him, and very understanding.If he hadn't taken a liking to Zhao Siheng's good temper and gentle temperament, Xu Yan wouldn't have been with him for so long.

Facing the portrait, he said sadly: "Siheng, I was wrong. I promise, I will treat you well in the future without any second thoughts."

Zhao Siheng, who was in the portrait, felt cold all over.Unfortunately, Mi Zi flawed everything, and Xu Yan really quickly admitted his mistake.

"If you believe him again, you will be a complete fool." Mi Zixia's words of hatred for iron and steel have been echoing in Zhao Siheng's ears.

I don't believe it anymore, I can't believe it anymore, and I dare not believe it anymore.

Zhao Siheng's heart had long been chilled, hardened, and dead amid repeated disappointments.

"Siheng, I beg you, please forgive me, okay?" Xu Yan was still begging.

But since there is no hope, how can we forgive?

Finally, the lips of the person in the portrait moved, and he uttered a sentence: "Xu Yan, we're done."

Xu Yan fell into an abyss, and when he fell, he wanted to pull Zhao Siheng on his back.He rushed towards the painting like crazy, but was firmly restrained by Ye Henglang.

"Let go of me! It's mine, Siheng is mine!" Xu Yan looked like a lover at the moment, but Mi Zixia sneered and said: "Stop pretending, leave in style, I respect you for being a man .”

Mi Zixia's words made Xu Yan, who was out of control, find a target to attack.

Xu Yan turned his head and looked at Mi Zixia viciously: "You still have the face to speak? If it weren't for you, Siheng would not have misunderstood me."

Mi Zixia curled her lips into a smile: "It's just right, I'm used to being a villain. Anyway, you people, as long as you don't like yourself, you will blame others."

Faced with Shang Mi Zixia's sharp teeth, Xu Yan was finally defeated.

Ye Henglang kept holding his arm, preventing him from looking up at Zhao Siheng.

Sun Wenxi looked at the two people in and out of the painting, and asked curiously, "You... how do you get back?"

Xia Jingsheng's face darkened, this was exactly what he was worried about.

Mi Zixia's soul has been trapped in the painting all year round, and he naturally yearns for the world of flowers and flowers. The reason for his appearance is not simply that he was annoyed by Zhao Siheng crying, but because he observed in the painting for a long time to find out Zhao Siheng's psychological weakness and overcome it in one fell swoop.

Its purpose is to make the dove occupy the magpie's nest.

It is easy to change the soul, but it is difficult to change it back.

Sure enough, Mi Zixia smiled and said: "Why do you have to change it back, I am very satisfied with this body." Saying that, Mi Zixia touched the open chest with frivolous and presumptuous movements.

Xia Jingsheng didn't respond.

This is the consequence of voluntary soul-changing.

If Mi Zixia disagrees, Zhao Siheng can only stay in the painting.

Unless... there is a person who always believes that this body has been occupied by others.

A flash of light flashed in Xia Jingsheng's mind - Ye Henglang.

That's right, Ye Henglang is the only one who firmly believes that Mi Zixia is not Zhao Siheng.

No one expected that this power of firm belief became Zhao Siheng's last straw.

Seeing Xia Jingsheng heaved a sigh of relief, Mi Zixia knew that he had figured out the key points.

Mi Zixia sighed quietly: "It's a pity, if I miss this immortal life any more, I still have to return my body to him."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Siheng's voice came from the portrait: "No need, I..."

"Are you tired and want to stay in the painting forever?" Mi Zixia asked first.

"I..." Zhao Siheng said again.

"You have few relatives, and now love is suffering, and your heart is turned into ashes?" It was obviously a very sad remark, but when it was said from Mi Zixia's mouth, it gave people a funny feeling.

Xia Jingsheng saw Mi Zixia repeatedly interrupting Zhao Siheng's words, and just about to get angry, he heard Mi Zixia say: "I have a few words that I want to say to Zhao Siheng alone, and please avoid irrelevant people."

Xia·Irrelevant person·Jing Sheng looked at the portrait and saw Zhao Siheng nodding, so he left the room.

Once the door was closed, only Mi Zixia and Zhao Siheng were left in the private space.

Mi Zixia couldn't see Zhao Siheng's depressed look, he clicked his tongue softly, and said, "Come on, don't make a sad face, my one-stop service of identifying scum is still satisfactory to you?"

Mi Zixia stayed in the painting for countless springs and autumns, and has been imprisoned in the painting since he had a spirit.

It's good to stay in the painting. You don't need to move around, eat or drink. The only disadvantage is that you are bored. Most of the time, you are locked in a brocade box.

Therefore, the few days when they left the warehouse became the moments that Mi Zixia was looking forward to the most in his heart.

He observed everyone with special attention, witnessing the development of the Chinese language from the ancient Central Plains to a modern popular language. Mi Zixia has a strong learning ability, and every bit of language change is hidden in his heart.For example, at this very moment, Mi Zixia, an ancient man, can say such a fashionable word as "human scum".

Zhao Siheng in the painting just wanted to smile wryly after hearing this.

What kind of person Xu Yan is, in fact, he knows better than anyone else, he just doesn't want to admit it, he would rather pretend to be blind.But the arrival of Mi Zixia shattered Zhao Siheng's last fantasy.

"You don't have to persuade me, I've made up my mind. Zhao Siheng won't do anything.

Mi Zixia only nodded: "Okay, originally I wanted to say that there is no way out when the mountains are poor and the river is full of doubts, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. Now it seems that you can't see that bright flower."

Zhao Siheng didn't understand, subconsciously asked: "What?"

"Ye Henglang is a good match." Mi Zixia smiled.