The ghost husband of Jinxiu's good fortune comes to the door

Chapter 93
Li Ruoxian looked at Yan Xingchen who was walking towards her under the moon, she felt like a dream, she blinked, Yan Xingchen was still coming, and finally stopped three steps away from her, staring at her quietly.

Li Ruoxian tilted her head, looked at Yan Xingchen who was suddenly silent and said with a smile: "Xingchen, how about drinking together?" As if thinking of something, Li Ruoxian shook her head regretfully, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, and said in a tone like a sigh, "I Why did you forget, you are a ghost, you cannot enjoy these mortal delicacies."

Yan Xingchen's pretty brows were slightly frowned, and his dark eyes shone under the moonlight, which was actually brighter than the stars in the sky. His skin was as white as snow, and his black hair flew flying.

Hearing this, Yan Xingchen looked at Li Ruoxian's darkened eyes dumbfounded, "Li Ruoxian, with your regretful expression...I would have thought you...liked me."

Li Ruoxian looked up into Yan Xingchen's deep eyes, then smiled, but changed the subject, "Yan Xingchen, since you can't drink, I can only drink by myself." After speaking, Li Ruoxian turned to the dining room. Walking in the direction, the night casts a dark layer on the surrounding scenery, the shadows of the trees dance, and the insects chirp.

Li Ruoxian walks casually, with her hair fluttering, the steps on her hair swaying, and the tassels making a tinkling sound, and a ghost floats beside her. This picture is as weird as it needs to be. Flying by Li Ruoxian's side, it seems to be lighting the way for her.

Passing through the garden, Li Ruoxian pushed open the door of the dining room. It was late at night, and the servants were still worried about the night haunting of the Hou Mansion. I went to the house, only a few nursing homes on duty were hiding in the dark, and these people naturally didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Lighting up the oil lamp, Li Ruoxian casually glanced at the kitchen, and found that there were no extra leftovers. There were a few green vegetables lying on the table, two pieces of dried bacon hung on the wall, and there were still a few pieces lying on the ground. In a lazily half-opened eyes, curled up into a ball of black fluffy lazy cat.

Li Zhiyang was in a bad mood today. He not only punished the second young master, the third and fourth misses kneeling in the ancestral hall, but also ordered his servants not to deliver food, and he was busy with Li Qiumei's illness and didn't order to cook. That's why the kitchen didn't even have cold dishes at night. The bleak scene, the pot was not touched at all tonight, and the servants only ate the leftovers from noon.

Yan Xingchen folded his hands on his chest and then clicked his tongue twice, "Xianxian, the Hou Mansion is too shabby, they don't give you a meal for this young miss, these servants are becoming more and more defiant, they should be punished!"

Li Ruoxian glanced at Yan Xingchen coolly, then picked up a jug of wine on the table, and walked out the door.

The corners of Yan Xingchen's mouth twitched slightly, Li Ruoxian really wanted to drink!This is completely inconsistent with her image.

In Yan Xingchen's impression, Li Ruoxian is a free-spirited person who looks down on all worldly things. Elegant things like drinking alcohol are not in her favor. She has never had too much joy or anger. Well, drinking away your worries doesn't fit Li Ruoxian's image of a lady at all!
Li Ruoxian was carrying a jug of wine, which was well hidden by the wide cuffs. Qiuyue in the West Courtyard prepared meals for Li Ruoxian. After Li Ruoxian sent Qiuyue and Nanny Gui out, she sat alone facing the lamp, He took out the wine jug in his sleeve, took out the wine glass, and slowly filled the wine glass.

Li Ruoxian's movements were very elegant, like flowing water, the candlelight coated her face with a layer of warm color, she held the wine glass to the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly, her demeanor was generous, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her starry eyes flowed.

The faint scent of wine flowed into her internal organs along her nose, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, and the shadow of the eyelashes was elongated by the candlelight, as if casting a layer of sadness on her eyelids.

A gust of wind blew by, the candlelight was deflected by the wind, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed a bit, but Li Ruoxian didn't realize it, the candlelight was still beating tenaciously, and the room was three points brighter. Sitting opposite Li Ruoxian, Bai Pao tilted his head and looked at Li Ruoxian who was smelling the wine with great interest.

Yan Xingchen sighed, with a slightly hurt expression on his face, "Xianxian, you don't even look at him. The white robe I'm wearing today is also very chic and charming. Yushu is facing the wind, can it compare to your fourth cousin?"

Li Ruoxian slowly opened her eyes, fixedly looked at Yan Xingchen, who was begging for comfort while resting her chin in front of her eyes. Li Ruoxian recalled Yan Xingchen in her mind, as if he had always been wearing navy blue clothes. , looked dull, but it was the first time she saw Yan Xingchen in white, and just that one glance under the moon just now made her shake her mind.

That glance, tenderness like water, that glance, the starlight is gloomy, that glance, dreamlike... When the eyes meet, she seems to read the endless thoughts, sadness, hesitation and love in Yan Xingchen's eyes.It felt like a longing that had been separated for thousands of years, and he stood in front of her like this, as if he wanted to block all the hurt and sorrow for her, and he seemed to give up everything, just to make her smile.

Li Ruoxian: Xingchen, you understand me. I also long to be collected, properly placed and carefully preserved in my life.Don't be scared, don't suffer, don't wander around, don't have branches to cling to.

Returning to reality, Li Ruoxian shook off the melancholy in his heart, as if the aroma of the wine in his hand gradually drifted away until it disappeared.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Li Ruoxian showed a slight smile, his eyes were like the most beautiful obsidian in the world, shining brightly, "Yan Xingchen, are you comparing with Cui Silang?" Holding his chin, he seemed to be thinking about this question seriously .

Cui Silang is the wishful man in the hearts of thousands of women, not only because of his unparalleled handsome appearance, but also because of his well-known talent and enviable family background.

And there seems to be no comparison between Yan Xingchen and Cui Silang. Yan Xingchen is comparable to Cui Silang except for his face, his mana is a little higher than Cui Silang, his personality is a little more lively than Cui Silang, and his ability to act like a spoiled rascal is even more first-rate. Too many advantages!
Li Ruoxian found that she had been with Yan Xingchen for a long time, and her personality became more lively. This is the so-called close Zhu Zhechi.

Yan Xingchen waited anxiously for Li Ruoxian's answer, but saw that she was in a trance and didn't know what she was thinking, her face was slightly red, her red lips were lightly pursed, she was obviously not drinking, but there was a hint of alcohol.

This kind of Li Ruoxian is cold and gentle, with skin as white as jade, a lazy expression, empty eyes with more focus, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, like the warm sun in March, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, fresh and pleasant.

Li Ruoxian asked with a smile, "Yan Xingchen, you are incomparable to fourth brother. There is a ruler and an inch, and there is no perfection in this world..." This sentence was asked lazily, with a weak tone.

Yan Xingchen turned his head to look at the full wine glasses on the table, the aroma of the wine was overflowing, drifting into his nose and even his heart.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yan Xingchen's mouth, and then he tapped his finger, and the wine glass on the table flew to his finger as if it had spread its wings. He lowered his head and sniffed the wine in the glass in Li Ruoxian's position.

After a long time, I heard Yan Xingchen's faintly sad voice: "Xianxian, I pondered over what you said, and finally came to the conclusion: In fact, you are a person who values ​​love. You don't believe in true love because you are afraid of giving. Fearing that one day the so-called true love will go away from you, and you will have nothing... The only thing you care about most is the word 'love'."

Li Ruoxian glanced at the wine glass in Yan Xingchen's hand, with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I don't have any intentions, so how can I care about love?"

Yan Xingchen shook his head, "If you are really cruel, why did you take out plaster to save Li Meiyu's face? You are afraid that those three people will kneel in the ancestral hall and be hungry, and you even specially ordered Nanny Gui to send pastries...Xianxian, you treat others like that. This is so good, it makes me like you even more!" While saying that, she did not forget to wink at Li Ruoxian.

Li Ruoxian lowered her eyes and decided to ignore the nonsense of Yan Xingchen's confession.

The depressed mood just now was swept away, and she would not feel sad for her mother's infatuation just because she saw Li Zhiyang and Li Qiumei loving each other. Perhaps, she was too obsessed with the past and couldn't let go of her knot.

After being silent for a while, Li Ruoxian's voice sounded faintly: "Xingchen, I saw my father anxious about Li Qiumei's life and death today. If he loves that woman so much, if he knows the final truth, he will feel heartache...will regret it, will think of my mother..."

Yan Xingchen didn't answer, but just listened quietly.

Li Ruoxian: "Xingchen, if I get revenge on the day, will my hands be stained with blood, become vicious, heinous... I will no longer be the person I am now..."

Yan Xingchen looked at Li Ruoxian quietly, wanting to say something to comfort him, but found that any words were powerless.

It has been silent for a long time, only the crackling sound of burning candles is left in the cozy space.

After being quiet for a long time, Li Ruoxian heard Yan Xingchen's voice, "Xianxian, don't think about so many unknown things, no one knows about the future, Xianxian, I want to share your pain, I want to see As long as you are happy, all the sins will be borne by me, and you can be yourself."

Li Ruoxian looked up at Yan Xingchen in front of him, his own sadness was reflected in his black eyes, and the two of them looked at each other quietly.

Li Ruoxian shook her head, how could she let Yan Xingchen, who was neither relative nor relative, bear her sins.

Seeing Li Ruoxian shaking his head and refusing, Yan Xingchen's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he asked the reason with his eyes.

Li Ruoxian smiled, "Xingchen, you took all my sins and carried everything for me... What do you do, do you want to never be reborn forever? I don't want to see you do everything for me!" So, Yan Xingchen, didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you say that you would listen to me?"

Seeing Yan Xingchen nodded, Li Ruoxian said: "Xingchen, after Fu Xingyan's superbirth, your hatred is over, then you should also reincarnate, be a good person in the next life, live happily, meet the right person, And live happily ever after..."

Yan Xingchen's pretty brows frowned slightly: Li Ruoxian, you really think a lot, for a long time... If you want to get rid of me, it's still in the name of "for my own good".

Yan Xingchen's tone was decisive: "Li Ruoxian, if I can't meet you in my next life, if I can't be with you privately, I'd rather be a wild ghost guarding you in this life, and keep looking at you like this until you grow old, until you get old. I was wiped out..."

(End of this chapter)