[Quick Transmigration] Cute and charming villains

My name is Shen Zifang, and I am now in my forties. 20 years ago, I got a Jinshi degree as I wished, and became a director of the Imperial College.The wasted years have passed by, and with the help of my father-in-law, I am now the Imperial College Jijiu.

My wife, Dougao Nianhua, has been married to me for more than [-] years, and the relationship between husband and wife is also very loving. I have never remarried, and I have two sons and one daughter with my wife, which is considered happy.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, I began to keep recalling what happened before.

But what I keep recalling is that cousin who passed away early. When I recall it now, his various postures seem to be the same as what I saw with my eyes just yesterday.It is also true that such a person with lush bamboos and forests and a bright breeze in his arms will not be forgotten no matter how many years have passed.

My wife, Mrs. Ye, stood behind me at some point, put on a piece of clothing for me, and asked softly, "Master, did you think of Cousin Mu again?"

"That's right." I held my wife's hand, and then said with some emotion, "No one thought it would end like that."

As those words fell to the ground, Ye's eyes also became misty, as if recalling the sad past many years ago, and then she sighed and said, "Who said it wasn't."

"Father, mother, what are you talking about? Can you tell me?" At some point, my son was already standing beside me.He obviously heard our conversation, so he asked in such a puzzled manner.

"That happened many years ago, please listen to your mother to tell you in detail..." Mrs. Ye narrated those old events.

More than 20 years ago——

On the fourth day after Cheng Rui left, Mu Qingke suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood in the panicked look of his servants, and then fell ill.The mysterious doctor who once concluded that Mu Qingke would not survive the weak crown also suddenly appeared.As if grasping at straws, Master Mu hastily ushered him in.However, the doctor glanced at it, then shook his head and sighed: "The character of love has not been broken, even if the old man has supernatural abilities, he can't be saved."

When Master Mu heard this, his face turned pale.Mrs. Mu covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and breathed in a low voice in despair, but she couldn't make a sound, but tears kept falling.

"Is there really nothing you can do?"

"Master Mu should prepare for your son's death." After saying this, the mysterious doctor sighed, and then disappeared in place out of thin air, and the maids and servants in the mansion opened their mouths in surprise.

Is that person a fairy?My young master is really an immortal in heaven, so has he come to pick him up?

Mu Qingke opened his eyes only on the third day when he was terminally ill.At that time, his eyes were clear, and even his complexion looked ruddy.Everyone knows that this spiritual appearance is just a flashback, a flash in the pan, and fleeting.

"Ahem...Father, can you push me under that kapok tree?" Mu Qingke struggled to get up from the bed, and then said softly.

Master Mu caught a glimpse of Aiko's bony arms exposed outside, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt sore. "Yes, yes, can your dad not agree?"

Master Mu pushed Mu Qingke to the bottom of the kapok tree, and covered him tightly with a thick blanket to prevent him from getting cold.

It is late autumn now, the kapok has long since withered, and even the branches are only scattered with a few yellow leaves, which looks extremely desolate.Mu Qingke stared at it blankly, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he murmured in a low voice: "Before the intoxicated bottle will never return...the wine glass...sad for a long time...should not return...Naturally, it will be sad for a long time."

Master Mu seemed to have heard something, but he didn't hear it clearly. When he was about to argue carefully, the hand of the man in the wheelchair slowly dropped.

"Young master! Young master..." The maid behind her shouted in a hoarse voice, then covered her mouth and cried.

In the 13th year of Dayong Mingli, Shen Zifang got a good name in the exam, and the Shen family laughed.In the same year, Mu Qingke died of a serious illness at a young age.

When Cheng Rui hurried back, what he saw was the white lantern hanging high in front of the Mu Mansion.

The mirror is gone.

When sending Mu Qingke to the coffin, a hurricane suddenly blew up in the center of Mu's mansion, blowing people blind.

"Protect Young Master's coffin! Protect Young Master's coffin!" In the chaos, Master Mu shouted.

However, when the hurricane dissipated and everyone looked up again, the coffin had disappeared...

At this time, in the Xiaoyao faction, Cheng Rui threw all the secret methods he had acquired in his life to Ding Yuan, and then disappeared into the vast world with the coffin in his arms.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, the mountains are long and the water is far away, as if the world is a place where he can go.However, he knew that he had already been trapped in that small corner, and he could not step out of it.

In the next few years, there has been a rumor in the cultivation world——

It is said that suddenly there appeared a crazy sword cultivator who asked about the method of "resurrecting the dead". He was powerful but unconscious. He carried a big coffin every day and offended many sects. The cultivation world is sending a large number of people to hunt him down. .

After hearing this, Ding Yuan looked at the stack of secret formulas, sighed faintly, then put away all the miscellaneous thoughts, and continued to recite the formulas silently.

A few years later, I heard that the crazy swordsman was surrounded by people in a valley.He had a chance to escape, but he rushed into the encirclement because of the coffin, and finally died tragically under the sword array of several sect elders.

Someone curiously opened the coffin, only to find that lying inside was a handsome man unparalleled in the world.Everyone stayed in place, but when they tried to see clearly again, the people inside, together with the crazy sword cultivator, turned into balls of golden light, intertwined with each other, and then disappeared into the world.

The fate card belonging to Cheng Rui was broken.

Ding Yuan stared blankly at the shattered fate tablet for a long time, then knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily, called the head disciple in a hoarse voice, and said slowly: "The elders of this faction have fallen, all the members of the faction Have a great funeral."

"You lost the bet." In the vast white space, the voice said: "Even without memory, they found each other and fell in love."

"It's cause and effect, cause and effect you can't reverse."

"Yes... I lost." Looking at the last picture in the mirror, the man's expression was unprecedentedly calm, as calm as if he wasn't the one who lost his mind before.But if you look carefully, you can see his dead eyes again.

He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, sat there slumped, and said softly: "I want to meet them, can I?"

"This is what the law allows." The voice was still the same old well.

"Thank you."

The moment Ning Shuyao and Fang Jize woke up, they remembered everything that happened before.When Fang Jize saw Ning Shuyao, he hurriedly took his hand, as if he wanted to tell him something.

However, Ning Shuyao stared at the other place, his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

Fang Jize followed his gaze, and the next second, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Both of them froze in place, then looked at the man in front of them in disbelief.

"Long time no see." The corner of the man's mouth curled into a beautiful arc. He carefully looked at every place and every inch of Fang Jize, as if he wanted to firmly reflect his appearance in his pupils. Just rolled out tears. "It's good that you're alive, Ze."

Fang Jize froze in place all of a sudden, but it was only for a moment.In the next second, he slowly held Ning Shuyao's hand.Ning Shuyao was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly shook his hand back.

The man on the opposite side looked at their clasped hands, and suddenly smiled again, but this smile was uglier than crying, with suffocating despair.

"I guess I don't need to introduce myself," he said.

The man looked at Ning Shuyao and said, "You should be very clear that I am you."