Can the villain be coaxed today?

The mansion of the Lin Mansion was full of noisy guests in the front hall, and it was festive and lively. The only fly in the ointment was that the bride's sedan chair had not been seen for a long time. Mr. Lin stood at the door with a cane, and whispered to the servant next to him, "Young master Didn't find it?"

The servant silently shook his head at him.

The old man's brows immediately frowned, like a piece of dry and gnarled old bark. He lightly slammed his crutches, and immediately he had an air of calm and prestige. , Are all the guests entertaining with them?! Another two people were sent to urge the in-laws to ask him what their plans are. It is impossible for one singer to fall into the water and postpone the whole wedding, right? "

The little fellow nodded repeatedly, bowed respectfully, and quietly left everyone's sight.

The banquet was full of guests, waiting for the arrival of the bride in whispers. Suddenly, someone shouted in panic at the front door. Pointing to the door, "The bride...the bride is here."

There was an unconcealable fear in his tone, but at this moment everyone was attracted by the late bride, so they naturally forgave his rudeness, stretched their necks one by one, and looked at him eagerly. Throw to the door.

Mr. Lin came in first.

He is over fifty years old, his body is still very strong, and he is full of energy on weekdays, but he staggered back from the Chuihuamen to the hall for a short distance, and while being supported by a servant, he stared straight at the other door A figure walking slowly in.

"Qing, Princess Qinghui?" Someone asked in surprise.

The dignified and elegant Princess Qinghui in the past is now wearing a tattered wedding dress, five or six blood-oozing red marks are drawn vertically and vertically on her snow-white cheeks, as if struck by countless invisible sharp slits. The thread was tied, the blood flowed from the temples to the neck, and there were wounds of different lengths on her body, the blood stained the already gorgeous wedding dress red, but she seemed to feel no pain, still calm, step by step walked forward.

Mr. Lin's chest suddenly bulged, as if he was taking a breath, and then he quickly leaned on his crutches and crossed her in front of her, asking: "Qinghui, what's wrong with you? Who hurt you? Your father What? Where is the convoy sending you off? Why are you alone?!"

Qinghui slowly rolled her eyeballs, and with her movement, the already weird scene became even weirder, and everyone got goosebumps all over their bodies.Qinghui seemed to be giving the old man a gentle look. Under such circumstances, she could still give him a gentle and polite blessing, "Grandpa, please excuse me, where is Shi Lang? May I meet him first? "

A normal person should refuse at this time, but the old man has been in the officialdom for decades, his eyes have been trained to be extremely vicious, and he can see Qinghui's calm demeanor, the sadness of life and death, he hesitated for a while, and he didn't know what to do first. Ask her the ins and outs, or let her see her grandson for the last possible time as promised.

While he was hesitating, another person came through the arched door with hanging flowers. Princess Qinghui's appearance scared all the guards into the hall, but there was no one guarding the door, and naturally no one notified him.The man walked in steadily, with extremely short hair and a strange appearance. He was carrying a person on his shoulders. He put the person down and pressed hard on the person. After a while, the person woke up faintly. It was the Lin family. The official groom, Lin Sishi, who has been missing for several hours.

"...Qinghui!" When Lin Sishifu woke up, seeing the appearance of Princess Qinghui, he was naturally startled. He immediately got up and rushed towards her in a hurry, with his palms hanging in the air, not knowing what to do. Wherever you touch it, "Qinghui... what's wrong? Who hurt you? Doctor... Where's the doctor?! Call the doctor!"

There was no answer during the banquet, everyone hesitated to look at Princess Qinghui's obviously wrong scars and inexplicably stiff eyeballs, and a chill ran down their backs.

Only Lin Sishi was still yelling: "Are you blind? Bring a cloak, can't you hear me, doctor..."

This man's sincerity is full of sincerity, always above doubts and suspicions. "Shen Yan" glanced lightly across Qinghui's face, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Shilang." Qinghui called him suddenly, and the corners of her lips were raised in the eyes of countless people, like a puppet who has lost its aura and is manipulated by thin strings. Only the eyes are calm and gentle, "Baitang, Shi Lang, I want to worship."

Obviously she didn't cry, not even a bit sad, but Lin Sishi still felt her despair, he slowly opened his eyes wide, and sorted out all the recent strange things in his mind, suddenly, he seemed to realize something , his lips trembled violently.

"...Okay, Baitang." He said.

So the bride smiled, and the two of them walked into the main hall holding hands. The guests looked at each other, not knowing whether they should stop him or not. Mr. Lin stood in the courtyard, watching the couple closely. After a long time, he suddenly let out a deep sigh. .

There was no one to do the praise, so the couple shouted their own praise, and the bride smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, and she shouted: "Bless the heavens and the earth——"

Facing the heaven and the earth, the two kowtowed in unison.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Mr. Lin stood in the courtyard, watching them bow down to him from afar without saying a word.

"couple……"

Lin Sishi raised his head, his eyes were red, he choked up and said: "Husband and wife...pay respects."

"—Wait a minute!"

Like a thunderclap, a stern shout came from the Chuhuamen, and all the guests suddenly came back to their senses amidst the shout.The father and brother of the Zhao family followed behind a string of guards, who looked hurriedly and spoke harshly.

Qing Hui said: "Shi Lang, worship hall..."

Zhao's father was furious: "You dare to be a villain!"

Lin Sishi paused for a moment in such a flustered situation, as if it was a symbol that this worship service had died down and could never be completed.Qinghui unhurriedly stretched out her blood-stained hand, lingering across his eyebrows.

"It seems that we can't be a husband and wife anymore." She said softly.

An uncontrollable panic suddenly rose in Lin Sishi's heart, and he rushed to shake Qinghui's hand, but it was in vain - she had already withdrawn her hand, lowered her eyes, and was calmly preparing to face her fate.

Father Zhao said: "All witnesses! This person is not the little girl Zhao Yulian, but a bronze mirror in her family who has become a spirit. She often has unruly intentions. When she was young, she used demon methods to confuse the little girl, and was imprisoned in the ancestral hall with a spell. Because it is a relic left by the cheap, I can't bear it, and it has not been damaged. I thought that after more than ten years, it should learn to keep its own place, but I never thought that it would turn into the appearance of a little girl! It is a vain attempt to replace it! This is my fault The loss of the Zhao family, so take it back and let the Taoist priest destroy it, and it will never affect other people in Qinghe City!"

After he finished speaking, the guards on the side stepped forward and immediately surrounded Princess Qinghui, Lin Sishi was squeezed out of the encirclement, watching this vigorous farce blankly.This was originally a family matter, and it was not easy for outsiders to discuss it, so everyone just watched and looked at each other, but no one raised any objections.

But at this moment, a person rushed out from behind the screen in the front hall, shouting: "Wait, father, wait—"

The person who came came with beautiful face, plain clothes and white skirt, and it was Zhao Yulian, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family!

Zhao Yulian ran into the courtyard with her skirt in hand, but was startled by the appearance of Princess Qinghui covered in blood, and stopped in a daze.

There is no more weird picture than this, two identical Miss Zhao are looking at each other, it is almost difficult to tell the truth from the fake at a cursory glance, now, the people who had doubts about Patriarch Zhao's words, believed them seventy-eight percent again, one after another Discussing in a hurry, Mr. Lin even slammed his cane, "Dear family! What's going on?! Why is Qinghui in our Lin residence?! When did the so-called mirror demon happen? ! These two Yu Lian, who is real? Who is fake?"

Patriarch Zhao immediately explained to the old man eagerly, but Zhao Yulian stared blankly at Lingchun, almost speechless.

It's been six years... This is the first time since she met Lingchun in the attic when she was 12 years old, she still has only one thought... It's so similar.

So... is this the so-called mirror demon?

Zhao Yulian's eyes suddenly became resentful, she gritted her silver teeth and asked, "Why are you? Why did you kill me? Why did you take my place? I am Zhao Yulian, and you have been out for so long with my identity , but in the end you want to drive me to a dead end, how can you be so vicious?!"

Patriarch Zhao shouted: "Lian'er, come here! This monster is full of tricks, don't talk to her too much!"

Lingchun turned his head slowly, looked at her peacefully, for a long moment, then suddenly asked with a half-smile: "Is it malicious to want your identity?"

Zhao Yulian: "You..."

"Do you still remember why I was born? When you were 12 years old, you ran to the attic. If you could listen to me, you wouldn't question me like this now. Zhao Yulian, I used to be real." I regard you as the most important friend in my life, but you don’t even have the courage to ask me if I’m willing or not, and you don’t even have the courage to stop all of this, so why do you call me vicious? You created the scene in front of you yourself , isn't it your Zhao family?"

Zhao Yulian: "Nonsense! It's clear that your ambitions are inflated. My father asked you to pretend to be me to deal with the empress, but he didn't ask you to replace my life! I don't care about the false fame you earned outside, you will be your princess Qinghui You can't even take away my right to be Zhao Yulian!"

Lingchun laughed softly, as if he thought it was extremely ridiculous, "...Zhao Yulian, do you think it's me who wants to deprive you of your rights? No, it's your father who worked so hard to treat me as your beauty Stepping stones on the road."

Before the words were finished, Patriarch Zhao shouted: "Enough!"

He glanced at Lingchun with a gloomy expression, and said to the robed Taoist beside him: "This monster talks nonsense and confuses the mind, Taoist priest, don't show mercy, let's do it."

The white-haired priest with a goatee, Furui, raised his eyes without a wave. In the sight of countless people, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his sleeve—the bronze mirror was tied with red threads vertically and horizontally. , Most of them have been deeply embedded in the mirror, like scars embedded in the flesh.

Everyone looked at the wound on Lingchun's body again, the purpose of this red line is completely self-evident.

The Taoist muttered something, and suddenly there was another red line on the bronze mirror. The difference was that this line was more than half thicker than the others.

Lingchun grunted in pain, a little finger-thick scar slowly emerged on the neck, but within a moment, blood gushed out, and the skin was torn apart.

Lin Sishi: "Qinghui..."

Suddenly, a small sleeve knife flew out of thin air!But it wasn't aimed at anyone, it just happened to brush the mirror surface of the bronze mirror and cut off the incompletely formed red line, the Taoist priest's eyes that seemed to be closed but not closed suddenly opened!