Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

The ancients were simple-minded, and regarded life and death as the top priority, and believed that it was a great pity to die unmarried, so they often arranged shady marriages for the dead relatives, hoping for a happy life.

In the early days, when the men of rich families died early, they would spend some money to buy girls from poor families to marry in and stay widowed. Usually, after a few years, the daughter-in-law would die in depression, and after death, they would be happy with each other. The deceased husband of the house was buried together in order to seek the blessing of the husband and wife staying together and flying together in the next life.

It is often said in the folk that after being married to a yin marriage, there will always be dead souls around the living to absorb life, and they will not live long. At the same time, there are also legends that women will be sent to the underground after the three-year filial piety period expires after marrying a yin person. If the deceased waits for too long, it will affect the well-being of the offspring in the family, so these poor girls who unfortunately married the dead are very likely to be killed by the husband's family seeking blessings.

Because yin marriage is too inhumane, as early as the previous dynasty, the imperial court abolished the tradition of yin marriage and strictly prohibited living martyrdom. The system has not changed to this day, and this bad habit has been completely eradicated around the capital, but Emperor Shan Gao is far away. There are still people who ignore the imperial ban.

Butler Liu said softly: "I seem to have heard that people these days are looking for the dead in order to take advantage of the loopholes. Some people specialize in this kind of matchmaking business for the dead. They are called 'White Lady'. Let's see who has just died. The unmarried relatives of the family will come to talk to each other, as long as they die at the right age, even if they died a hundred years ago, it doesn't matter."

This made Xiao Beicheng feel that something was wrong, he asked: "Earlier, I heard that young women were often killed in the Jiangnan area. what is the relationship?"

"My lord, maybe you're overthinking it. It's not worthwhile to hurt people and kill people with the little money you earned for a yin marriage. Besides, if you want to match a yin marriage, then the ones who die must be a man, a woman, and a pair." People, if there is such a sensational thing, the population in the south of the Yangtze River will definitely drop sharply, and it is impossible for the imperial court to not notice it at all."

Feeling that what he said was reasonable, Xiao Beicheng let out a "hmm", put down his chopsticks and pulled Steward Liu back a few steps, in order to avoid the funeral procession.

In front of the funeral procession, a man in sackcloth and filial piety was holding a white flag, his face was mournful but he didn't hear the sound of crying, the servants following behind scattered a lot of paper money mixed with the letter of appointment into the air, and eight people behind him carried In the heavy coffin, a big red flower was tied to the coffin lid, shaking from side to side, making the ceremony even more weird.

A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, pale face but only bright red rouge on her lips and cheeks, and a red wedding dress on her body, who looked like a paper tie, shouted in her mouth: "The auspicious time has come—welcome bride--"

After finishing speaking, four men also dressed in white turned out from the alley, carrying a coffin tied with paper into the shape of a sedan chair and mixed into the funeral procession.Covered with a white cloth, one can vaguely see that the person lying in the paper coffin is a human figure. I am afraid that this is the poor girl who is going to marry the deceased.

When encountering such a white wedding, I can only sigh inwardly that the idea is bad. When I go out, I will collide with "official" and "wealth". I really regret not looking through the old calendar.

However, Xiao Beicheng has never believed in ghosts and gods, and he doesn't have too many taboos about such things. He put the restless Xiao Hei in his sleeve and planned to watch the fun, but he felt a pain in his hand, and he was actually docile and close to him. Xiao Hei raised his hand and scratched him with a paw.

Xiao Beicheng withdrew his hands in pain, he missed Xiao Hei for a moment, let him rush out, and went straight to the funeral procession.

There is a folk saying that cats jumping at the dead will cheat the corpse. The person who was walking in front of the flag was startled when he saw Xiao Hei jumping over, and hurriedly waved his pole to scare the cat away.

But Xiao Hei didn't panic at all, and suddenly became irritable, as if he had been stimulated by something. Seeing someone standing in front of him and refusing to give way, he let out a low whimper, turned around and rushed over from the side.

At this moment, the person carrying the paper coffin panicked, his hands trembled suddenly, and the paper coffin came loose on one side, and fell forward, and the person in the red wedding dress fell out along with him.

As soon as the white woman saw this scene, she knew something was wrong, and she hurriedly shouted: "Quick! Get rid of this dead cat! Don't spoil the happy event!!"

Immediately, someone took a stick and came up to beat the cat. Butler Liu felt a little thumped. He was still hesitating whether to go up and fetch Xiao Hei back. He called out "Prince" in a daze, but he didn't hear a response. When he turned around, he found Xiao Beicheng who was still standing beside him just now. No one was there.

"My lord!!"

Steward Liu felt something was wrong, and looked up, and sure enough, Xiao Beicheng had already arrived in front of the funeral procession.He thought to himself that even if it was for Xiao Hei, that person's status should not ruin his luck, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, that person was clearly aiming at... the corpse on the ground.

"My lord! No way!"

When Xiao Beicheng walked in front of the dead body, Xiao Hei was biting his own tail, curled up into a ball, lying on the dead body, wailing softly, like weeping.

And Xiao Beicheng slowly bent down, reaching out to touch the man's hand protruding from the edge of the white cloth, but stopped halfway, as if he didn't have the guts to confirm it in person.

How afraid he would be alone again after Huameng woke up, how afraid he would return to the despair of the abyss after hope was shattered...

He has held this hand countless times, in the early morning when he first woke up, and in the late night of joy, he interlocked his fingers with it, lingering to death...

That person is no longer alive...Three years ago, he perished in the raging fire and left the last trace of the world. Even if he was buried in the ground, his flesh and blood should have been wiped out by the mud today. How could he come back...

But his hands, how could he admit his mistake... Ten fingers as slender as lotus root belts, with distinct joints, only a thin layer of calluses on the inner side of the middle finger, his hands are as white as if soaked in milk, and the nails are always neatly manicured , I can clearly see the direction of the blood vessels on the back of the hand, and the veins will pop up when I exert a little force. The hand is born to hold the pen.

...the best looking.

He is beautiful everywhere, and there is everything that others cannot replace, and will never be able to match... So this hand in front of him, this person... Who is it! !

At this moment, Xiao Beicheng was only angry, as if he was angry because other people had similarities with that person, and because he thought of that person again, he was afraid that his forbearance in the past three years would be a waste of water, and he felt sad.

He was filled with grief and anger, his hands trembling uncontrollably, he wanted to lift the white cloth covering the corpse to find out, but he didn't have the courage.

What if you really saw that person?Jun Ziyou is dead, he has been dead for three years, no matter how similar he is, this person can't be him...

Besides, the Ghost Bride is already dead. I confirmed with my own eyes that he just pushed himself into pain. What is he trying to do...

"Picture... Just a picture of my feelings for him, it is the result of 730 two days and nights together, and 120 three days alone, the result of hard work!"

Xiao Beicheng gritted his teeth and said these words with tears in his eyes, grabbed the white cloth tightly and lifted it up suddenly.

Perhaps such a move was something he had never expected, but when he saw the face of the ghost bride, he was dumbfounded.

Fengguan Xiapei, dressed in red and plain... It was the gentleman who was rescued from the sedan chair when he arrived at the gate of the palace on the wedding day...

The moment he saw the man's appearance, Xiao Beicheng hugged him in his arms, let him lean on his shoulder, and caressed his cheek.

"Ziyou, is it because I miss you so much that you... came back to find me?"

Steward Liu intended to pull Xiao Beicheng away, but when he saw the ghost bride's eyebrows and the face that was still clear in his memory, his words were so pale and powerless.

Xiao Beicheng said: "Yu Qing, look, it's Ziyou, he came back to see me."

"My lord..."

However, their bold behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the mourners. Seeing the bride being desecrated, the white lady became furious, stomping her feet and shouting: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you take the bride back, I don't want your young master to get married !!"

It is true that the domestic servants are jealous of the dead, but they are very good at bullying the living. One by one, they picked up sticks and picks and beat Xiao Beicheng.

When he was hit with a blow, Xiao Beicheng didn't hide, he just hugged the person in his arms tighter, completely ignoring his own situation.

A wound appeared on his forehead, and blood beads trickled down his cheeks, hitting the man's face.He immediately wiped off the stains on the man with his cuff, but he just hugged him and couldn't say a word, and he couldn't even feel the sticks on his body.

In an instant, the world was dead silent, as if only the two of them were left.

Xiao Beicheng put his cheek against the man's cold forehead, just hugged the man in a daze, repeating again and again: "Ziyou, it's great that you're back."

Immersed in the joy of getting it back, and the grief of getting it back, Xiao Beicheng intertwined his fingers with that person, completely unaware that a person behind him had raised a pickaxe, and the momentum of hitting him was clearly intended to kill him.

Butler Liu, who was entangled by others, couldn't get away. When he noticed that the situation was wrong, he immediately reminded: "My lord! Get out of here!!"

However, it was still a step too late, when Xiao Beicheng turned his head in a daze, the perpetrator's murder weapon had already fallen.

Butler Liu didn't dare to watch the bloody scene, and couldn't help but turn his face away, no matter how terrible the outcome was, he had expected it.

However, after a while, the funeral crowd exploded and shouted in panic: "Help—the corpse is a scam!"

...It's not a human life, but a corpse?

Only then did Steward Liu open his eyes, and he was surprised to find a thin, white hand wrapping from Xiao Beicheng's arms to his back, grasping the murder weapon that was about to hit the latter on the head.

The perpetrator didn't realize for a moment where the third hand suddenly came from. When he thought that there could be no second person other than the married ghost bride, he obviously swallowed, his legs went limp, and he dropped the pickaxe in his hand.

Xiao Beicheng turned his head slowly, his eyes were reddish with murderous intent, and following the long cry of the hawk in the air, he slowly got up, and then stepped on the opponent's chest at a speed that was unmatched by ordinary people, causing the perpetrator to scream. Passed out before it was issued.

After blocking the blow for him, the person in the arms fell into a coma again, with one hand hanging down weakly, as if he was holding him in his arms with the last strength in a daze.

And he hugged the man by the waist, caressing the man's forehead, his eyes were full of love and pity.

"I know, I knew you wouldn't be willing to really leave..."

Xiao Beicheng muttered to himself, and after finishing speaking, he pressed a kiss between the eyebrows of the man, pressed against the tip of his nose, and said softly, "Ziyou, welcome home."