is this marriage

Without waiting for Jiang Yuluo to invite, Meng Zhoulian slid into his house with a slippery but elegant door, and looked around like a mother-in-law meeting her daughter-in-law for the first time. He found the sofa and sat down on his own, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yuluo with a smile.

"Doctor Xiao Jiang, don't just stand there, come in and sit together."

Jiang Yuluo chuckled, the elder Zhong Ye was exactly like him, presumably he had some genetic mental illness of the brain, and with the mentality of treating patients kindly, he closed the door with a fake smile and came to the living room.

"What should I call you?"

"Zhong Ye calls my little uncle, and you can follow him, just call me uncle."

Meng Po resisted the urge to laugh and looked at Jiang Yuluo who had lost his memory at this time, and finally let him catch something more fun than Zhong Ye's teasing.

"Then uncle, what would you like to drink?"

Jiang Yuluo saw that Meng Zhoulian looked at most older than them. He raised Zhong Ye and Zhong Ye called him uncle. He probably imagined it. Although he didn't want to downgrade himself, the old saying Well, don't mess with psychos, follow them at this point to keep them from going crazy and jumping up and kicking you.

"Um……"

Meng Zhoulian looked at Jiang Yuluo's row of colorful tea cans on the coffee table with his face propped up, and carefully chose milk black tea bags based on today's lucky color and the cuteness of the patterns on the cans:

"Is this one with the cute little bull's head okay?"

"of course can."

Jiang Yuluo immediately unwrapped the package, threw the tea bag into the teacup that had just been filled with hot water, mixed it casually with a stirrer, and pushed the cup of instant tea that had just overflowed with milky aroma to Meng Zhoulian. before.

"So fast?"

Usually drinking a cup of tea starts with catching live 梼杌, cutting off 梼杌 fingers, washing and drying them, stealing the best manju sand from the garden of the old Hades and soaking them, and stealing the old snow water from Baisha’s house, etc. After the series of events, Meng Zhoulian, who boiled it in a teapot for a long time, obviously looked down on such a cup of water that turned from plain boiled water to tea red in just a few tens of seconds.

"You don't have such a convenient thing in the underworld, do you?"

Jiang Yuluo naturally accepted the assumption that Zhong Ye's elders would also claim to be something from the underworld, and proudly pushed the teacup in front of Meng Zhoulian, "Try it?"

"Ha," Meng Zhoulian sneered, picked up his cup and took a sip in disdain, "The crudely made things are nothing more than..."

Until he held the teacup and drank the bottom of the cup, the word "this" of "but so" was not uttered.

"Does uncle like it?"

Jiang Yuluo put his hands on the coffee table and sat on the ground with his face propped up. He watched Meng Zhoulian's bright eyes staring at the remaining tea boxes with interest, and licked his lips:

"All of these can be given to my uncle, as long as my uncle promises me one thing."

"Are you making a condition with me?"

Meng Zhoulian raised her lips and raised her chin to catch Jiang Yuluo's gaze.

The only person who dared to make conditions with him was the old bastard who stood at the top of the heaven in the underworld and the heaven. However, since the underworld and the heaven have been divided and almost cut off, almost no one can face him directly like this. Say things like "Just promise me one thing."

Even the old Yama who is in charge of the underworld always talks to him in a discussing tone, let alone his little Jiang Yuluo...

By the way, Meng Zhoulian suddenly remembered that Zhong Ye had made a request to him once.

At that time, Jiang Yuluo had just taken office, and Zhong Ye hadn't yet won the title of "Zhong Kui" because he was replaced. After the ranking was released, he locked himself in his room in a daze, and didn't come out to see anyone for a long time.

I don't know if someone deliberately wanted to test Jiang Yuluo. His official uniform hadn't even been warmed up. The evil spirits imprisoned in the ninth or tenth hell suddenly rebelled. You must know that there is not a single thing that can be locked there without the cooperation of the judges. It still takes a lot of effort to press it in, and the filth on the first floor unites to rebel, and even the Supreme in the Nine Heavens will feel a headache.

But the other judges refused to accept Jiang Juan, who relied on his relationship, and almost everyone closed their doors and refused to listen to the summons. In the end, the young Jiang Juan gritted his teeth and fell into hell alone. The fire at the entrance burned for three days and three nights. When he couldn't come back, a group of ragged paper kites carried Jiang Yuluo, who was covered in blood, back to the Palace of the King of Hell.

The rebellion in hell was quelled by Jiang Juan alone, but he was also seriously injured. He fell into a coma after returning to the old Hades. It was said that a layer of skin on his back was burned off by hell's ghost fire, and the fire was like poison along the meridians. Spreading all over his body, the flames bit his bones, making his heart unbearable.

The old Hades ordered to search for the elixir in the Yin and Yang worlds. Coincidentally, the Hanyu grass that can cure the poison has long since disappeared, and the only one left in the world is kept in Meng Zhoulian's yard.

It's just that no one dared to covet Granny Meng's rare medicinal herbs. The old Hades pulled his face down and begged. Meng Zhoulian just said it's none of my business and sent off the guests. The time dragged on and Jiang Yuluo didn't wake up As a sign, seeing that the person was about to be crippled, Zhong Ye, who had been closing the door, knocked on Meng Zhoulian's door.

"Little uncle, I want to play chess with you."

Zhong Ye didn't tie his hair up, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. If it wasn't for his gloomy and indifferent expression, Meng Zhoulian would have thought that some little star god who was living in the underworld accidentally smashed at his door.

"Okay."

Meng Zhoulian never refuses to play chess with others. He has raised Zhong Ye for so many years, besides taking care of his food and drink, the only thing he taught him is to play chess.

"If I win, can little uncle promise me one thing?"

Zhong Ye sat across from Meng Zhoulian, looked at the chess pieces in his hand and said calmly.

"Boy, just say what you want, and use you and me to negotiate terms?"

Meng Zhou smiled and scolded, "Besides, don't be stupid. You still lost to me last time I made you nine pieces. You are extremely naive to want to gain benefits from me by playing chess."

"I want that winterwood plant."

Zhong Ye said bluntly, he finally raised his head and looked directly at Meng Zhoulian, a new flame that was about to burst out lurks in his gloomy eyes, Meng Zhoulian paused for a moment, and suppressed his smile.

"You want to save him? He's the one who made your poor years come to naught, the one who lied to you and made you so miserable."

"He deserves death."

Zhong Ye turned over the chessboard, "My little uncle said before that he wanted me to stay in office, but I rejected it. If I lose this game to you, tomorrow I will kneel in front of the King of Hell's Hall and beg Your Highness to give me another position."

"I'm not ashamed to lose it."

Meng Zhoulian sighed, and helped Zhong Ye place four chess pieces on the star position, "This time I will only let you four pieces, you play seriously, if it makes me feel tired, I will directly place the pot of cold cornus outside." There was a fire."

"Thank you little uncle."

Zhong Ye nodded and fell silent.

In the end, he still lost the game of chess to Meng Zhoulian by half a piece, and in the future, he will have the prestigious post of "Zhong Kui" who suppresses ghosts and eliminates evil spirits.

Later, Meng Zhoulian said that he was annoyed by seeing the old Yan Wang and Zhong Ye both frowning. The bunny threw it to him.

Within three days after that, Jiang Yuluo woke up miraculously, and the fire in his body was finally extinguished for some reason. No one, including Jiang Yuluo himself, knew that someone sneaked into the Palace of the King of Hell that night and crushed the cold cornel grass into pieces. The ointment was applied to his back and saved his life.

"Little bunny..."

Meng Zhoulian thought about it, and couldn't help cursing.

"?"

Jiang Yuluo gave him a strange look, and brought up a few boxes of limited-edition tea bags that he had hidden under the coffee table, "If uncle thinks it's not enough, you can leave me an address, I'll give it to you every month Send a box."

"Why don't you tell me first, what do you want me to promise you?"

Meng Zhoulian spoke unhurriedly, but quietly touched the hot water pot in his hand, filled himself with hot water and made another cup of tea.

"It's not a big deal,"

When Jiang Yuluo heard that there was something interesting, even his smile became obedient. He handed over a business card with both hands, "Uncle, when you are free, take Zhong Ye to talk to this person? I guarantee that the tea at his place It tastes better than mine at home."

"who?"

Meng Zhoulian took the business card and read it curiously,

"Dr. Su, a psychiatrist at Dongcheng Anding Hospital...?"

Jiang Yuluo nodded like a pest, "Specialize in the treatment of neuropathy, children and old people are not deceitful."

Meng Zhoulian covered her mouth lightly, and secretly laughed wildly. No wonder Jiang Yuluo agreed to marry Zhong Ye. It turned out that he thought Zhong Ye was a psychopath from the bottom of his heart.

"It's easy to say,"

Meng Zhoulian pretended to put away the business card, leaned on the sofa and said lazily, "That depends on how well Dr. Jiang behaves."

At this moment, Jiang Yuluo perfectly displayed her dog-legged instincts as a social animal, stood up with a smile on her face, squeezed Meng Zhoulian's shoulders, and whispered softly,

"Actually, I have learned acupuncture before, which can relieve my body and mind. Uncle, if you don't mind, you can try it."

"Well, 'Uncle' sounds really nice, why don't you call me a few more times, Doctor Xiao Jiang?"

"No problem uncle."

Jiang Yuluo laughed.

Granny Meng quietly buried her head in her hands, shaking with a smile. If Xiao Jiangpan regained his memory in the future, would he be so angry that his orifices would bleed on the spot, chasing him and trying to stab him to death with a needle?

The two of them were talking ill of Zhong Ye and having acupuncture and moxibustion massage together in a "benevolent father and filial piety", when they heard a sound from the door—Zhong Ye had left work early and returned home.

What caught his eyes was his shirtless little uncle who was smiling with cramp, and his "wife" who had just married him and was giving his little uncle an injection.

The two seemed to be chatting too happily, they didn't notice Zhong Ye's arrival.

"Zhong Ye has been like a log since he was a child. Let me teach you. If you can't make sense with him, just cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. He will definitely not be able to stand your tears."

Meng Zhoulian spoke nonsense in an extremely irresponsible manner.

"He's more than just a piece of wood. I think he's a piece of iron. If you want me to say, the brain department should go to see it sooner."

Jiang Yuluo nodded, never forgetting to remind Meng Zhoulian that he must take Zhong Ye to Anding Hospital.