Chapter 1377

Chu Xiu left the Chu family, no matter how much the Marshal's wife wanted him to stay, she left.

Without a son, he left a son, which made him ten years old.

Chu Xiu knew he was unfilial, but he made a deal with Xu Xian.

He wants to reincarnate with memory, don't need too much, just remember the part about Ji Rao.

An ordinary person would not have this privilege. Xu Xian asked Chu Xiu to follow him to catch ghosts. When he was about to go to hell, he would be able to forgive him for not drinking Mengpo soup.

Seven years later.

A small courtyard in Beijing is full of red lanterns.

Firecrackers are ringing in the street. A group of people are walking in the street. The sound of Suona is long and festive. People around them stop to watch, point, talk and laugh, as if they are also infected by the atmosphere. Firecrackers are red on the ground on their way.

At the front of the group was a young man riding a high horse. The young man wore the bridegroom's clothes and walked forward with his head held high. Behind him was a sedan chair. The card was enough.

"Who, such a show."

"This is the Fang family."

"It's the Fang family who took the ammunition?"

"No, he got married. That's the court."

"Shh, don't you want to die? I'm not interested in that one now. "

The bride is a delicate beauty. Although the imperial court is declining, she has been raised by Ge Ge for several years. She is very beautiful and graceful. Everyone is saying that Fang chunian married a good daughter-in-law.

The bride sat in the wedding room and waited. She couldn't help bending her lips at the thought of the praise from the passers-by.

She grew up in the palace when she was a child. No one can imitate her temperament and dignity. Even if she wants to take concubines in the early years of the future, she still has some tricks to keep those people calm.

She quietly raised her hand, raised her handkerchief and looked at the sky. It seemed that it was fast.

Pressing down the secret excitement and uneasiness in her heart, she put down the cover.

Soon, the sound of footsteps sounded outside, very heavy, very stable, she slightly straightened her back, can't help but think of Fang's Junyi face.

The sound of the door opening.

The wind came in from outside.

The footstep sound is more and more close, the bride is nervous to grasp own finger.

A pair of hands appeared in her line of sight trapped by the hood. Before she could react, the hood was lifted.

She looked up and saw Fang chunian standing in front of her with a red face.

"Did you drink a lot?"

It's true that he drank a lot. Fang felt that his face was burning.

But his reason was very clear, and there was no better time.

He looked at the bride in bed and heard his own voice.

"You go to bed tonight. I have something else to do."

The bride obviously did not encounter the situation of leaving the bride on the wedding night. She was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react.

Fang chunian turned around and went out. In fact, he had nothing to do, so he walked very slowly. Finally, he stopped on a side yard step, where he could hear the voices of the guests talking and laughing.

But he felt very strange, as if everything here was out of place.

Seven years.

Fang chunian thought to himself.

It's been seven years.

Is that ghost dead or alive, reincarnated or wandering?

He didn't know anything, but he was still waiting.

Maybe we'll wait in the future, who knows.