Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 148 The Pit Depth 047 Meters Night (1)
On the day of the wedding, no one was haunted in the bridal chamber, but ghosts happened in the middle of the night.

Just above the artificial lake in the mansion, there is a female ghost in white clothes floating from one end of the lake to the other end of the lake. When the wind blows, the white clothes on the female ghost's body dangle, as soft as no bones or feet, and occasionally One or two frightening groans made the maidservant on night duty throw away the horn lamp and run away crying.

But when the servant boy ran over with the guy, the female ghost rushed to the other side of the lake with a "swoosh" and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a group of people watching and pointing by the lake, which lasted for a long time.

"Finish it!" Mo Jiu had jumped down from the big tree by the lake before everyone surrounded the lake to hunt ghosts.

She held a bamboo frame tied with fishing line, about the same height as a person, and put a white coat on the bamboo frame, and tied a black cloth on her head. Under the night, when the wind blows, it is really scary to look at this thing from a distance.

"Great aunt, this fishing line is pulled very well. It is lively, interesting, and lively. Come on, take the female ghost back with you." She handed the things to Aunt Lan, and then told Aunt Lan that she wanted to cry without tears. In the sound, while everyone in the mansion was catching "ghosts" by the lake, they sneaked into Qianyuan Xiaozhu.

Before that, she had been to the "underworld".But when General Tie opened the door of the small courtyard, everything inside was swept away, and it was like an empty courtyard. How could there be her medicine bottle?

She went back to Nanshan Courtyard to eat some pastries, and went around the bamboo building a few times, but she did not see her legendary husband-in-law Xiao Changsi.

It seemed that there was no danger, but on the first day of living in Nanshan Courtyard, she felt uneasy in a strange place and in a strange situation, so she simply led people away, and came to find Xiao Liulang alone.

How inconvenient would it be for her to be alone as a woman without any medicine for self-defense?
Xiao Qian closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

The weather was sunny yesterday, but it was raining lightly outside today, but it was very stuffy indoors.His injuries were not healed, and he didn't have a good rest for two consecutive nights. Now he took medicine and fell asleep soundly.

He was originally a very vigilant person.But usually where he is there, Shengdong, Jixi, Zounan, Chuangbei, or Xue Fang and Bai Yu, there will always be one who stays on the side to guard.Therefore, he has always been more relaxed in sleep.

Sitting on the low stool at the head of the bed, Mo Jiu saw the sleeping Xiao Liulang for the first time.

In two lives, she is an intellectual woman who has received a modern education. She has seen too many beautiful men, and she has long passed the age of becoming a nympho.Not to mention the information that can be seen everywhere in the previous life, there are countless types of male stars and supermodels, even Song Ao, Mo Wang and others who have seen in this life are also handsome men.

...and Dong Ji who drank with her that night under the moon. Although she wanted to break her head afterwards, she couldn't remember what he looked like, but in her memory, the white clothes, the long hair, and his tenderness His gaze, presumably, is also a handsome man.

But in this way, Xiao Liulang is still different.

He is clean, cleaner than anyone.As if otherworldly, from the usual behavior, to the furnishings in the house and even the sleeping posture, there is no place that does not give people a sense of cleanliness and comfort.

At this moment, he was wearing light pajamas, with his hands folded on his abdomen, even when he was asleep, he still had a kind of alienation that rejected him thousands of miles away.But after all, he fell asleep, with his sleeves raised and his neckline open, and he didn't know it at all. Under the dim firelight, his firm and powerful texture had a honey-like texture, which was completely different from his coldness. It was as quiet as a An ancient exiled fairy who lies far away and resembles the painting of Xiaosong.

——If there is anything wrong, it is that his pajamas accidentally opened the hem in his deep sleep, revealing two strong and slender legs.There seemed to be a wound on his leg, and a thick white cloth was wrapped around it, which did not damage his appearance, but also added a sense of masculine strength.

(End of this chapter)