Jin Su spring speech

Chapter 27 The Ghost Wife 11
The devious tactics of Huairou failed, so Jin Xing planned to go straight in and use blood.

But in front of Huan Wen's couch, she said something considerate against her will for a day, glanced at the cold saw on his bedside from the corner of her eye, and swallowed silently. With her skills, it was easy for her to be killed by him before she killed him. End, one life hoo Amitabha.

Acting rashly is definitely not a good strategy.

Dusk was over, and she was going back to her room, dejected.

Huan Wen suddenly stopped her: "Girl, maybe let me take a look again, her?"

Jin Xing stopped his strides, looked back for a moment and said with a smile: "Master Sima was joking, is it not good for Your Highness the Princess to sit in the room properly?"

The wound on Huan Wen's forehead had festered and spread, and he said slowly, "That's her, but it's not her either."

Jin Xing came back again, kneeling in front of the couch as if respectful, with the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Why don't I let Master Sima take a look at her back then?"

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, shining on the luxuriant branches, perhaps frightened, the magpies cried untimely, accompanied by the ups and downs of cicadas, Huan Wen was a little happy and a little worried for some reason.

He changed into the dark gold and black dress from back then, and after so many years, he actually kept it at the bottom of the closet, intact.

Unfortunately, things are different.

Jin Xing sighed softly and led him into the illusion.

With ten miles of red makeup, Sima Xingnan sat in a wedding sedan chair and was carried all the way from the Taichu Palace to the Princess Mansion outside the palace.

She sat quietly on the couch in the hand, with an unconcealable joy on her face hidden under the red handkerchief.

Jin Xing leaned on the pillar, peeling a rolled longan: "Master Sima, back then, her heart was all on you."

Huan Wen stood in front of Sima Xingnan, watching her silently.

Jin Xing smiled slyly: "Lord Sima, if I want to talk to her again and hold her hand again, I have a way to do it, and it depends on you, whether I can do it."

He hardly thought at all: "Please tell me, girl."

Jin Xing clapped his hands: "This is your illusion. If you kill yourself here, you can naturally replace it. But if so, Mr. Sima, your body in this world will never wake up again. You Would you like to?"

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he said emphatically, "Okay."

In the dead of night, when Huan Wen entered the bridal chamber, he looked like he was when he was young, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, but they couldn't help but be full of ease.

He took off Sima Xingnan's hijab, but she didn't drink, but her face was covered with a layer of blush.

She looked at him, her heart was full of joy, and said slowly: "Husband, I have no father or mother, but it doesn't matter, I have you now."

He slowly caressed her elegant face: "Jiaojiao."

She was taken aback, held his hand, and smiled brightly.

The cock crowed at night, and Huan Wen died.

Exactly ten days, no more, no less.

In the early morning, the old housekeeper came in with the medicine, the lights in the house were off, and the sunlight was not so abundant, there was no one in the room, only Huan Wen on the bed, with his hands hanging by the bed, his body was pale blue, and he was so cold. up.

"Bang!"

The medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke into dozens of petals.

According to Huan Wen's last words, he hid his body in the ice room and kept it secret until his brother Huan Chong rushed back.

However, Jin Xing was taken to a secret prison and placed under house arrest.

The prison is gloomy and cold, she is curled up in the southwest corner of the prison, quietly looking at the dim candlelight, looking forward to Xiaoba coming to pick her up, at this moment, she is not very happy, but when she thinks of him coming, she smiles silently smile.

After an unknown amount of time, Sima Xingnan suddenly came.

Jin Xing had nothing to do while waiting, worrying that he couldn't find anyone to talk to. Since he couldn't find a living person, it was okay to find a ghost, so that the time would pass faster.She looked at Sima Xingnan motionlessly: "Thanks to the princess, I still miss me. I'm not in good shape, and I'm really about to be tossed to pieces by you pair of fateful mandarin ducks."

Sima Xingnan's eyes flickered with misery: "How did he die?"

Jin Xing smiled lightly and said, "He died peacefully. At the last moment, he was with you. After all, the last thing he wants to see is you, Your Highness the Princess."

Sima Xingnan's brows and eyes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Jin Xing suddenly stood up and approached: "Princess, have you ever heard that this soul, once it leaves the body, will attach to the most cherished item in the previous life. That shark bead was given to you by him. Yes, isn’t it?” She paused slightly and patted the thin ashes on her hands: “Your Highness, you once asked me if I have ever loved someone. Let me tell you now, I love someone, so I am I don’t want to die either, if you still want me to work for you, please go to the inn and say something for me. Tell him that Huan Wen is dead, and I will wait for him in the secret prison.”

After Sima Xingnan left, about two hours passed.

But the old housekeeper came, holding a roll of red brocade in his hand, and bowed respectfully: "Please sign it, young lady, I will enjoy the glory and wealth in the future, and I can leave this place."

Jin Xing's eyebrows jumped, and he took the brocade, the candle was dimly lit, but she could see clearly that it was a marriage letter.

After she finished reading it roughly, she suddenly put it away and stared at the old housekeeper: "If I don't want to, what should I do?"

The old housekeeper was a little afraid to look her in the eyes, and suddenly remembered that day when Huan Wen told him that this woman was not afraid of danger, not frightened by favor or humiliation, and she was worthy of great responsibility. Huanxuan, the youngest son of Huanxuan, has a weak crown, so that she can be freed.The old butler didn't believe it, but also couldn't bear it. After all, she was still a pretty little girl.

But at this time, he couldn't help but not believe it.

He closed his eyes and waved his hand, and the guard behind him stopped beside the old housekeeper with a jug of wine.The old housekeeper bowed: "If the girl doesn't want to, then drink it."

Jin Xing narrowed his eyes, unable to see what he was thinking, after a long time, he suddenly put on a very embarrassed look, and said delicately: "Ah, this is a life-long event, which should be ordered by the parents, and the words of the matchmaker should be cautious." Why don't you give me a day and I'll think about it, otherwise, if I repent halfway, everyone will lose face, right?"

The old housekeeper hesitated for a moment, probably felt that the twisted melon was not sweet, and said: "Okay, at noon tomorrow, the old servant will come again."

But the facts have proved that once a person is soft-hearted, it is easy to miss the opportunity.

On this day, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly came from outside the city. Holding the imperial decree, they were about to enter without any explanation. The general guarding the city must be able to achieve this position. Naturally, he is a quick-witted man. Huan Wen is seriously ill, and he cannot hang himself from a tree. When he died, he agreed with the lieutenant general and let him go.

The officers and soldiers drove straight in, all the way to Sima Mansion.

Earlier today, the news of Sima's death spread in Gushu City. People in Sima's mansion were already in panic.

Only the old housekeeper came out tremblingly to stop people: "Bold, in front of Sima's mansion, you can't allow presumptuousness."

But the leading bureaucrat didn't pay attention to him at all, and glanced at him lightly: "This is an imperial decree, and the remnants of the plot to assassinate the Minister of the Ministry of Officials are hiding here. If you refuse to let it go, you are planning to rebel."

As he said, he was about to enter.

The old butler was still trying to die, but he knocked on the ground for a long while, the guards looked at each other, and they unanimously decided to show their favor, with their heads down, and the swords around their waists were not even out of their sheaths.

The officers and soldiers entered the mansion smoothly, as if they had already known the terrain of the mansion, they went straight to the secret prison.

Jin Xing was pacing slowly in the prison when he suddenly saw a group of officers and soldiers entering in a file. Before he could be surprised, he was covered in a black hijab, knocked unconscious and took him away.

She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a familiar light pink curtain. On the table not far away was an untouched chessboard. The man stood in front of the open window, looking at the Sima Mansion on the street, she rubbed her eyes: "Xiao Ba."

He turned his head, with a smile in his eyes: "Finally, I got you, Miss Su."

(End of this chapter)