beautiful woman at home

Wen Zijin was so dizzy, she blushed and held the hand in her palm and responded in a low voice: "Zijin will not lie to Sister Ye."

Other than mother in this world, Sister Ye treats herself the best.

The intimacy that stays on the forehead is very soft, and the nose is filled with the cold fragrance that belongs to Sister Ye.

"That Zijin must keep his word." Ye Ran stared at the girl with blushing cheeks, "I heard that you went to that study again today, and I thought you would meet that female ghost again."

Thinking of the books hidden under the pillow, Wen Zijin suddenly became flustered, and said with evasive eyes: "Well, I ran out of rice paper during the day, so Zijin went to the study."

Looking at the girl who grew up since childhood, how could Ye Ran not understand that there must be something else in this guilty reply.

Originally, it was just a casual question, but now Ye Ran had to pay attention.

Thinking about it now, the girl seemed to have concealed something from herself because of the female ghost.

Just after entering the inner room, Ye Ran has detected the evil spirits surrounding the girl, which is completely different from the girl's aura.

Although she knew that young girls would not casually have intimacy with others, Ye Ran still cared a little about the ghostly aura that lingered for so long.

"How does Sister Ye know that Zijin has gone to the study?" Wen Zijin asked nervously.

Ye Ran, who regained his composure, looked down at the girl lying on one side, and lightly stroked the soft palm with his fingertips, and replied, "I heard that my second sister mentioned that I met you in the study."

In fact, it was Ye Ran who learned that the girl was suddenly unwell, so he took the initiative to find Zixi for information.

Wen Zijin remembered that when she picked up the book that time, Zixi girl seemed not far away, and her heart was even more flustered.

At that time, I didn't know if Miss Zixi had seen it, but now it seems that Sister Ye didn't know about it. Wen Zijin's small face was so tense, and her bright eyes looked at Sister Ye who treated her so tenderly, she felt even more ashamed .

"You're not in good health, so it's better not to go out. Anyway, Zixi and Hongshuang are often in the study. If you need rice paper, let them bring them back." Ye Ran said very anxiously, hiding his selfishness.

The girl didn't doubt at all, and replied very sincerely: "Okay, Zijin knows."

Ye Ran lightly clasped the girl's soft hand between his fingers and said, "Okay, go to sleep quickly."

Maybe I was thinking too much, for an obedient girl like the girl, nothing should happen to that female ghost.

With his eyes closed, Wen Zijin could vaguely feel the gentle gaze, and his cheeks were still flushed.

In the dead of night, Ye Ran saw that the girl had a clear expression on her face, but she hadn't fallen asleep, so she had to raise her hand to gently rub her forehead, and after a while, she breathed a long time.

The candle flickered slightly, Ye Ran quietly withdrew her hand and left the inner room alone.

In winter, the entire Jingzhou city was covered with thick fog, which lasted for a long time, and the study was empty and there were no guests.

The female scholar was making tea at the side, and Zi Xi yawned lazily, holding the tea cup between her fingers and taking a sip.

When a touch of red clothes caught her eyes, a long sword was placed beside her, and Hongshuang said displeasedly: "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Zi Xi said with a smirk, "I'm here to read."

The business of this study is not getting better day by day, so it is proposed to buy and sell books.

Hongshuang casually took a book and sat on one side, mockingly: "You come here to read books early in the morning, is it because you are tired of visiting flower houses?"

"Yo, I didn't expect you to know my whereabouts so well?"

The female scholar didn't say much, just poured tea, handed it to Hongshuang, and then walked to the counter, apparently to continue copying books.

It was extremely cold in winter, and the female scholar's fingers were already red from the cold, but she still picked up a pen and carefully copied the dictionary.

Distress flashed in Hongshuang's eyes, but she didn't know how to express it. She stayed in this study every day, and she only charged ten cents for meals, and the others refused to charge an extra penny.

Zi Xi casually flipped through the album, raised her eyebrows lightly and said, "Hey, the jewelry I gave you last time, did they confiscate it?"

"En." Hongshuang replied in a low voice, flipping through the poems and books with her fingertips.

When the dense fog in the city had dissipated a lot, the female ghost came out slowly around noon.

Only then did the female scholar stop writing, she turned her head and looked helplessly at the person who was relying on her, and said softly, "I'll go prepare lunch, you stay here."

"Lunch at this time?" The female ghost came out of the jade pot in a daze, her whole head was still not clear.

"Axia, you woke up too late." After the female scholar finished speaking, she walked towards the backyard.

Hongshuang watched the person who put down the curtain go away, and Zixi smiled and said, "I gave the female scholar a talisman, just to ease their lovesickness."

"I can't see that you are so good?" Hongshuang raised her eyebrows and her face was calm.

Zi Xi stretched out her hand to support her side face, showing her enchanting nature: "I can't help it, who made me a beautiful person with a beautiful heart and a kind heart."

The female ghost sneered and said, "I remember that you have been eating and drinking for free in our study for a long time."

"I can't help it. Last time I helped Ye Ran propose a marriage, I spent more than half of my family's wealth, so I have to save some money." Zi Xi replied indifferently.

The charcoal fire on the side was very warm, and the female ghost was lying on the counter slowly copying the dictionary.

Not long after, the female scholar came out from the backyard with food, three dishes, one soup and rice, and several people came to the table.

The female ghost sat on the right side of the female scholar, Hongshuang was on the left, and Zixi was also opposite the female scholar.

"There are no rich delicacies in the humble house, please forgive me." The female scholar handed the soup to the female ghost.

Zi Xi took a fried egg and took a big bite and said, "It's okay, although the food is ordinary, Miss Zhou's cooking skills are really good."

It was rare for Hongshuang not to refute, but responded: "Well, what Zi Xi said is right, simple tea and light meals are enough, Miss Zhou don't care."

"Thank you for the compliment." The female scholar sipped the soup.

The female ghost looked at the two people enviously, and wanted to leave the table after smelling it.

"Axia?" The female scholar tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"I'm full." The female ghost smiled, and then put the fried eggs in the bowl of the female scholar, "Eat more, you have lost a lot of weight recently."

In fact, ghosts are not hungry at all.

Back at the counter, the female ghost silently copied the dictionary with a pen in her hand. In the cold winter, even through the thick curtain, she could still hear the raging wind outside.

After the meal, the female scholar packed the dishes and went to the backyard to wash them. Zixi stretched and got up after eating and drinking, put the ten coins on the counter and smiled charmingly: "Here, I will pay for today's meal."

The female ghost took the ten Wen money, looked at the backyard curtain hesitantly and asked softly, "Where did you get the money from?"

Zi Xi smirked and said, "You want money?"

"Yeah." The female ghost flipped through the thick dictionary, "It's not worth a few coins to cut off your hands like this."

"It's easy to ask for money, you." Zi Xi hooked her fingers, and approached very ambiguously, "You followed me, and I will take care of your popular and spicy food, and you will definitely not have to live this hard life."

After finishing speaking, Zi Xi hugged the female ghost, kissed her cheek, and called out with a bright smile: "Oh, Miss Zhou will probably be sad."

The bamboo scroll behind him fell to the ground with a clang, the female scholar stood not far away in astonishment, the female ghost suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed the shameless old guy away.

Zi Xi laughed until tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, she looked sideways at Hong Shuang and said, "You have to thank me very much."

After speaking, Zi Xi fled the study.

The female ghost fluttered towards the female scholar, raising her hand to help share some bamboo rolls, but was avoided.

"Zi Xi was joking just now."

That old guy really likes to make trouble!

"If you feel very tired, you don't need to help." The female scholar held the bamboo scroll in both hands, without taking another look.

Hongshuang held the book in her hand, seeing that the atmosphere between these two people was obviously not right, but what position could she take?

The female ghost stood aside in a daze, reaching out to pick up the pen, but was preempted.

"Are you angry?" The female ghost was a little complacent at first, after all, Zhou Ling was not cute at all on weekdays.

The female scholar gave it a very cold look, and then ignored it.

so cold!

This Fang's study was a mess caused by Zixi, but the person involved lingered in the flower building.

Early the next morning, Zixi crawled out of Wenrou Township, and the fog in Jingzhou City was extremely thick, and Zixi, who had transformed into a man, was rushing to Wen's mansion.

After all, there is still a lecture this morning, if it is late, maybe Ye Ran summoned him again suddenly.

Zi Xi was really afraid of Ye Ran's fire dragon. Last time, he didn't know that his hair was burnt, but now thinking about it, he still feels the pain.

When a familiar figure suddenly appeared, Zi Xi was so frightened that he hurriedly disappeared, not daring to make a sound.

The gray Taoist robe hidden in the thick fog was not conspicuous, but the Taoist nun's hand-whisk and law-enforcing coils looked very special on the deserted street.

"My God, why did this enemy come to Jingzhou City?" Zi Xi hurriedly turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared into the thick fog.

The Taoist girl glanced around sharply, and the pointer of the circling dharma plate suddenly stopped turning and muttered: "It seems that a new big monster has come to Jingzhou City."

Wen Zijin in Wen's mansion was sitting in front of a low table, holding a hand warmer in his hand, and the tea in front of him was filled with hot mist.

There was a white mist outside the window, Wen Zijin sipped his tea, and did not wait for the teacher for a long time, so he reviewed the article by himself.

After fleeing back to Wen Mansion in a hurry, Zi Xi entered the inner room in a panic, raised her hand and poured a cup of tea.

"Sir, what happened?" Wen Zijin asked curiously.

Zi Xi smiled awkwardly and said, "It's nothing."

Regarding the Taoist nun's coming to Jingzhou City, it seems that it is better to take the time to speak through Ye Ran, otherwise something may happen.

After finishing the lecture at noon, Zixi left the inner room and rushed to the side courtyard.

It's just that the door was closed, the outer door was closed, and Zi Xi asked in confusion: "Ye Ran?"

"What's the matter?" A voice slowly came out from there to answer: "I can't see guests recently."

Zi Xi couldn't figure out what was going on inside, so she had to say: "I bumped into a Taoist nun in Jingzhou City today, and that Taoist nun's mana is not low, and I heard that she has learned the magic weapon of her teacher to catch monsters. There's trouble."

The molting of female pythons once every 1000 years was supposed to take place in the spring and summer of the next year, but due to the overuse of the golden eucalyptus, who would have thought that it would be brought forward to winter.

Ye Ran frowned and looked at the figure that appeared from time to time in the black skirt,

Sighing in extreme pain, "The nun was wounded by Hongshuang a few days ago, so she must have come here for revenge."

Zi Xi asked in confusion: "When did she come here?"

"At that time, you left Jinzhou City to avoid the century-old Yang evil. It's a long story, so you can talk to Hongshuang in detail." Ye Ran's eyes glowed red, and he decided to forcibly shed his skin in advance.

You just need to find a place that is sparsely populated, otherwise it will be very easy to be attacked.

In the cold winter, Wen Zijin closed the doors and windows and copied poems by himself.

The charcoal fire was burning extremely well, and the inner room was especially quiet. Perhaps because it was too warm, Wen Zijin was very thirsty, and drank several cups of tea in succession.

The bell hanging on the side suddenly rang, and even several bronze mirrors in between also lit up.

The room was very bright, Wen Zijin stretched out his hand to block the light, and squinted his eyes to look around.

I saw a white-haired old man standing on the other side of the low table, surrounded by bright light, just like a fairy.

"Are you?" Wen Zijin asked hesitantly.

Before the words fell, the red thread was wrapped around the wrist at some point, and Wen Zijin looked at the other end of the red thread that the white-haired old man was pulling, feeling even more puzzled.

The white-haired old man smiled amiably: "Let me find the missing piece of red thread, old man."

"Sorry what is this?"

"I am Yue Lao who is in charge of the Palace of Marriage, and what is tied on your wrist is a piece of red thread that was lost tens of thousands of years ago."

Wen Zijin tugged at the red thread, only to realize that the other end was not in the hands of the white-haired old man, but passed through the white-haired old man and extended elsewhere.

"Then why is this tied to me?" Wen Zijin asked curiously.

The white-haired old gentleman smiled and took out a pair of golden scissors and said: "Humans and monsters have different paths, and they were destined to be evil in the previous life. In this life, I can't let you continue to be entangled."

Although I don't know why, Wen Zijin subconsciously felt that the baby was tight, and hurriedly pulled the red thread to avoid the golden scissors of the white-haired old man.

"You child, I'm also doing it for your own good." The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to pull it, Wen Zijin hurriedly got up and quickly circled around the white-haired old man.

After a while, the white-haired old man was bound by the red thread, and Wen Zijin calmed down, and asked unsteadily, "Why did you cut the red thread?"

The white-haired old gentleman responded helplessly: "My child, you should have lived a safe life. Do you really want to make yourself suffer from reincarnation again because of this marriage?"

"I don't understand what you mean by that." Wen Zijin protected the red thread on his wrist, "But since the red thread is with me, it's mine, and naturally it's up to me to decide."

"You have to think about it clearly, otherwise it will be too late when you will be killed in the future."

Wen Zijin nodded in response, "Yeah."

The white-haired old gentleman shook his head and sighed softly: "Forget it, now that you two are deeply attached to each other, the golden scissors may not be able to cut it short. When the fate of you two is close in the future, then I will not show mercy. .”

After finishing speaking, a bright light lit up in front of his eyes, Wen Zijin squinted his eyes, and opened them in a daze for a long time.

The inner room is very quiet, there is no white-haired old man at all, and there is no red line between the wrists.

Wen Zijin recalled the words of the white-haired old gentleman earlier, that monsters have different paths, and evil fate in previous lives?

This must be a dream.

Ye Ran in the inner room of the courtyard suddenly opened his red eyes, and the windows around him opened wide suddenly, and the cold wind blew straight in.

Ye Ran flew out of Wen's residence, and saw Yuelao, who was entangled in red thread all over his body, sitting on the cloud.

"You, come to this matter?"

Yuelao stopped in a panic, hid the scissors in his sleeve, and said with an amiable smile: "Ye Ran, long time no see."

"Yuelao, how are you doing recently?" Ye Ran approached.

"Well, it's actually nothing wrong." Yuelao stepped back in a panic. After all, Ye Ran was very ruthless, and he had heard a lot of rumors in the world in the past few years.

Ye Ran raised his hand to look at the red line on his wrist, and said with a smile on his face, "Are you here for Zijin?"

Yue Lao shook his head and replied: "As a big demon, you can easily devour the lives of ordinary people. You should stay away from her. Why do you have to be infatuated with her?"

"Everyone has their own way of life, please don't talk too much." Ye Ran didn't want anyone else to make trouble at this time.

"Oh, I'm an old man walking around, but I haven't seen anyone." Yuelao said cooperatively, and then disappeared in front of Ye Ran.

Ye Ran frowned slightly, with a painful expression on his face, and turned back to the inner room.

Shedding her skin forcibly is extremely dangerous. After all, Ye Ran has to leave Jinzhou City early, otherwise she will miss the wedding banquet at the end of the year.

When Ye Yeran walked by Wen Zijin's couch, he planned to take a few more glances, so he set off immediately.

The cold wind in the winter night whistled past the window, Ye Ran looked at the red line connecting the two wrists, clasped the slender wrist lightly with his fingertips and sighed: "You, you forgot all about it."

The girl seemed to be having a good dream, she smirked silently, and called out in a low voice: "Sister Ye..."

Ye Ran stared at the girl in a daze, a shyness appeared in her indifferent eyes, her cheeks were stained with work immediately, she leaned over as if fascinated, and lightly pecked the whispering lips.

After a long time, Ye Ran's eyes were filled with a warm smile, and a figure disappeared in the inner room, leaving Jingzhou City overnight.

When Wen Zijin woke up the next day, he felt his feet were very cold, it was so cold in winter.

After finally getting out of the bed, Wen Zijin finished washing and then ate with his mother.

I don't know when it snowed outside, but it wasn't that big, most of it melted into water when it landed, only a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the flowers and plants,

Today, the Zhou family in Jingzhou City held a wedding banquet, and Wen Zijin accompanied his mother to the banquet.

All the big families in Jingzhou City went to the banquet, and the wives of each family finished their meal, some listened to opera, and some planned to play a few games of horse hanging.

Mother Wen was in a great mood and felt uncomfortable seeing Wen Zijin being stared at by a group of wives, so she said: "You should go back to the house first, I guess it will take a few rounds for my mother."

After playing for a few rounds, my mother will not give up until it gets dark.

"Hmm." Wen Zijin really couldn't stand being stared at all the time, and there were even people who frequently asked about the marriage.

Wen Zijin returned home in a carriage, the road was slippery and not easy to drive, when he passed the gate of Wang's house, there was a sudden loud noise.

"What happened outside?" Wen Zijin opened the curtain and asked.

The servant replied: "It seems that the front is doing something."

With only a quick glance, Wen Zijin was stunned when he saw the Taoist nun who was injured by Miss Hongshuang last time.

Why is this Taoist girl back again!

Worried about the safety of the female ghost, Wen Zijin sent someone to go to the study instead.

Seeing that the study was closed, Wen Zijin guessed that it might be near the end of the year, so let's rest.

Who would have thought that when Wen Zijin looked at the girl Zixi and the female ghost waiting in the lobby of the Wen residence, Wen Zijin was a little dazed.

Zi Xi got up with a smile and said: "Young master's marriage is coming soon, so I'll invite someone to stay here, don't you mind?"

"No, nothing." It is estimated that the female ghost came here to avoid the Taoist nun.

However, no one actually sees it at all.

The female ghost slowly turned to Wen Zijin's side, and said in a very bad mood: "I don't want to come, that Hongshuang sticks to Zhou Ling's side all day, it's so disturbing!"

Zhou Ling should be the name of a female scholar.

"But the Taoist nun came to ask for trouble?"

The female ghost frowned slightly and said: "It's because she came to look for trouble at night, almost burned the study, and Hongshuang was injured, Zhou Ling can only take care of her."

Wen Zijin told the servants to retreat, and then said: "Is the injury so serious?"

"Actually, I think Hongshuang is pretending to be sick, obviously to win Zhou Ling's sympathy."

amount……

How can anyone hurt himself just to let others take care of him?

The female ghost sighed indignantly: "That's why I came to you."

But now Wen Zijin will write down Sister Ye's words, no matter what the female ghost says, she just won't allow her to live with him again.

After a while like this, Wen Zijin read silently with a book in his hands in the morning, while the teacher sat lazily drinking tea.

After Wen Zijin finished her homework in the afternoon, the snow outside the window continued for several days, and the whole mansion was covered in white snow.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were covered with heavy snow, and Wen Zijin missed Sister Ye a little.

Since the last time Sister Ye came to see me when she was unwell, she hasn't seen her.

Wen Zijin sighed, stood up hesitantly, and left the inner room in his outer robe.

Wen Zijin came to the side courtyard holding an umbrella after ordering no servants to accompany her.

"Sister Ye?"

After failing to get a response, Wen Zijin called again a few times, feeling a little disappointed, but unwilling to leave.

He boldly pushed open the outer door, opened the bead curtain in the inner room, it was very warm inside, and there was one person lying quietly on the bamboo couch.

Wen Zijin frowned and smiled, and approached cautiously, but still didn't make a sound.

When I was young, I felt that Sister Ye was extremely peaceful when she slept, and it was even a bit scary to be motionless.

I haven't seen her for quite a while, but Sister Ye is still the same as before. Wen Zijin stared blankly for a while.

Knowing that Sister Ye was extremely sleepy in winter, Wen Zijin didn't wake up Sister Ye until she left.

Wen Zijin, who came out of the side courtyard, happened to meet a female ghost wandering outside.

Fortunately, there are not many servants in this garden, otherwise, if someone saw a series of footprints in the empty snow, it would probably be very scary.

"I haven't touched snow for many years." The female ghost held the snow on the branch very enviously.

Wen Zijin approached with an umbrella and said, "You seem to be more and more human recently."

The female ghost smiled and said, "Well, I'm learning a new technique recently, and now I'm almost no different from ordinary people except that I can't stand the strong sunlight."

Having said that, Wen Zijin could still feel the coldness on the female ghost.

"I went to play with you just now, where have you been?"

"I'm going to see Sister Ye." Wen Zijin replied with a bright smile.

The female ghost said with disgust: "Can you care about the feelings of me, a lonely ghost?"

"Sorry." Wen Zijin belatedly remembered that the female ghost was still having trouble with the female scholar, so she asked aloud, "Aren't you spending New Year's Eve with the female scholar?"

"I really want to, but she's taking care of Hongshuang with all her heart, so it's not my turn." The female ghost became more and more wronged as she spoke, tears flying around like bubbles, "I knew, I might as well have been taken care of by me at the beginning." The Taoist nun will be killed."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Zijin handed over the handkerchief, and comforted him seriously, "If you really die, won't you have no chance to accompany the female scholar?"

When the female ghost got excited, she hugged Wen Zijin with tears in her eyes and said, "Stingy ghost, you are the best person."

so cold……

Wen Zijin trembled stiffly all over, the umbrella in his hand fell to the side, and just as he was about to speak out, he caught a glimpse of the black skirt not far away, with an extremely indifferent expression.

shit!

Sister Ye, are you angry?

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