The bad ending of the book rushes to catch up with the plot, and the crazy criticism of awakening ta

Ruan Shuhui gritted her teeth, her face turned pale, and she was completely out of her good mood. Without waiting for the Peach Blossom Messenger to come and tie the red string, she simply threw the red string down and left under the protection of the guards.

The onlookers dared not even breathe, for fear that they would be noticed by Ruan Shuhui and used as a scapegoat to vent their anger.

Only after Ruan Shuhui left did they dare to breathe deeply, their eyes still fixed on Wen Xiangzhu's face. They didn't have much chance to look at Wen Xiangzhu any more, so they had to seize this opportunity. As for who would be paired with Wen Xiangzhu, they no longer cared.

Everyone in Ningyuan City who knows Ruan Shuhui knows that Ruan Shuhui is determined to get Wen Xiangzhu and will never let Wen Xiangzhu be with other women. This woman will be in big trouble in a few days.

No matter what they were thinking, the activities under the peach tree were not over yet, and the Spring Night Outing had just begun...

Shen Jiayu followed Wen Xiangzhu off the stage. She found an opportunity to untie the red string on her hand, bowed slightly and confessed to Wen Xiangzhu, "Sir, I will be punished after tonight. Miss Song is still here, and I haven't taken her with me to the Shangsi Night Purification Ceremony to get rid of disasters."

The red string on Wen Xiangzhu's hand was tied very tightly. He couldn't untie it for a while, so he had to tie the extra section on his hand. "Okay, OK, take me with you."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Shen Jiayu nodded quickly. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he was very confused, "Ah? Young Master is going too? Oh, okay."

She thought Wen Xiangzhu would hate such a lively scene. He was the only one left in the Wen family. How could he ward off disasters and pray for blessings?

Such a scene would only hurt his heart...

Song Qinghong, accompanied by her maid, watched them from afar without disturbing them. When she saw them approaching, she took a few steps forward and said jokingly, "Jia Yu, you and Mr. Ye are destined to be together."

Shen Jiayu smiled awkwardly, and the villain in his heart knelt down and said, "Please, please stop talking. If you continue, he might change his mind and kill me!"

"You're joking. How can a girl like me, a woman from Jianghu, be worthy of Mr. Ye, who is elegant and graceful? It's just a coincidence. Haha, it's just a coincidence."

Wen Xiangzhu was calm and composed, "It is indeed fate. After meeting Miss Song, I met Miss Shen. Tonight, I am tied with Miss Shen again. If I am not lucky enough to fall in love with her in the future, we can still be good friends. The legend of this peach tree is not necessarily true. It is just spread by people with good intentions, which attracts many people to follow it."

Song Qinghong agreed with what Wen Xiangzhu said, "Mr. Ye is right. You are alone now. Since we are destined to meet, let's go to the other side of the street to pray for blessings together."

The three of them left here and went to the street market on the other side.

"Willow branches soaked in dew can ward off disasters. Sir, Miss, give it a try, and you will have good luck for the whole year."

In spring, willow branches are easy to obtain, and some women still pick them and sell them on the streets to supplement their family income. The old lady with wrinkles on her eyes and a dry mouth handed the willow branches to them tremblingly.

"Grandma, we'll buy four. Please keep the money. No need to give me the change." Shen Jiayu took out a tael of silver from his waist and handed it to her.

The old lady didn't dare to take it. She waved her hands and pushed the silver back, "It's too much. Four cents will be enough."

Seeing this, Song Qinghong signaled to the maid to pay with her eyes. Before Luqi took out the money and handed it to the old lady, Wen Xiangzhu had already taken out four cents and handed it to the old lady, and took the willow branch.

"Grandma, please keep it."

Shen Jiayu lowered her head. The subordinates were still there, so how could she let her leader pay the bill? Why didn't she have any spare change on her?

She really regretted it, but it was too late now. After she left, she still secretly gave the one or two taels of silver to the old lady. Life was not easy for people at the bottom of society. This was the money given by Zhao Ji, and she didn't feel sorry at all.

Then, in order to make amends, Shen Jiayu stepped back a few steps, letting Song Qinghong walk next to Wen Xiangzhu, and she next to Luqi, so that each of them had their own company.

Song Qinghong noticed Shen Jiayu's retreat, looked back at her in confusion, and approached Shen Jiayu very sincerely and whispered, "Jiayu, Mr. Ye is your destined person, why did you come here?"

Shen Jiayu was stunned. He had never thought that Song Qinghong would ask so directly. He also said in a low voice, "I want to talk to Luqi. Master Ye is too weak. I don't like this. Please accompany me and talk for a few more words."

Luqi, who was being talked about, had a face full of question marks. When did Miss Shen talk to her? Why didn't she hear anything?

Song Qinghong trusted Shen Jiayu very much. If she thought about it carefully, maybe they really didn't have much to talk about, so it would be good to talk more with her savior.

The two chatted casually all the way until they came to the place where dew was placed in the street market. The dew here was collected by people sent by the government in the morning, and would be placed here in the evening.

Wen Xiangzhu took out the willow branches in his hand and handed one to Song Qinghong, and then handed two to Shen Jiayu. He then dipped the green willow branches in his hand into the dew, took them out after a moment, turned around, looked up at the dark shadows of the trees on the right, chuckled, and then gently threw the willow branches at the unsuspecting Song Qinghong.

"Exorcise away disasters and pray for blessings. I wish Miss Song gets what she wants and lives in peace and prosperity." He spoke slowly, put away the willow branches, and looked at the shadow of the tree again. There was a person standing there watching them quietly. If he guessed correctly, it was the person sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion to secretly protect Song Qinghong.

After tonight, he would be noticed by the Prime Minister's Mansion, and would be one step closer to retaking Linyue City. He clenched the willow branch in his hand.

The dew was icy cold, and Song Qinghong was a little frightened by his sudden action. She thought it was Shen Jiayu or Luqi who came to purify her, but unexpectedly it was Wen Xiangzhu.

Shen Jiayu was worried that she would ask him for help, so he pretended that he saw nothing and hurriedly performed the purification ritual for Luqi, muttering some auspicious words.

Song Qinghong opened her eyes wide, her eyelashes fluttering, and she obviously didn't know what to do.

Shen Jiayu: "Luqi, all right, now it's your turn to purify me."

Luqi thought that Shen Jiayu was a good person and a man of great morals. It was inevitable that she would meet other people who needed her help in the future. She just hoped that she would not get hurt or worry about her life. She dipped the whole willow branch into the dew, quickly took it out and splashed the dew all over Shen Jiayu's face.

"Ms. Shen, I wish you no more pain, no more injuries, live well, and live a long life." Luqi's wish was simple and plain.

But for Shen Jiayu it is fatal. She must be injured and must die once. She must return to reality and live a long life.

Shen Jiayu hesitated to speak, and finally could only say one sentence, "Thank you very much, I am blessed to have you."

Luqi smiled shyly.

Seeing Wen Xiangzhu's expectant look, Song Qinghong knew that she was the only one who could perform the purification ritual for him. She followed his example and just lightly sprinkled the dewdrops on Wen Xiangzhu.

"The spring breeze is ten miles long, and the years are passing by. I wish you will always have the joy of fireworks in the world, and walk forward in the bright and quiet sunlight in the future."

Wen Xiangzhu smiled bitterly in his heart. He would never have these again...