Ghost Fu Captivity

There are many red candles, and there are many shadows.

Someone was singing, with a serious voice: "Congratulations, today's ceremony is just completed, and a good relationship is established. Poems sing about Guanju, and songs about Linzhi. The fifth generation of Ruiye is prosperous, and Xiangkai is the transformation of Ernan. With one heart and one mind, it is suitable for IKEA. Respect each other as guests, and enjoy each other forever. Help each other sincerely, and make an oath of alliance..."

Small creatures in the shadows whispered: "Where's the bride... Is the bride here yet? Go find..."

Zhai Meng felt a familiar feeling of suffocation from his chest in his sleep. This feeling has been with him since he was a child, and it would happen from time to time.

Zhai Meng struggled and rubbed his chest with soft and warm hands that had already fallen asleep, and fell asleep indifferently.

First sound sleep in 23 years.

Zhai Meng stretched her waist and opened her eyes.

Today seems to be a cloudy day, the room is dark, only the dancing flames of a pair of red candles on the table in front of the bed, reflecting ghosts and shadows in the room.

Zhai Meng was stunned for a moment, the antique furniture and decorations were clearly not his own room.According to Zhai Meng's nearly ten years of experience in online writing, he appeared here for no reason, and there is only one explanation...

The door opened gently.

The sound of the door opening was a bit strange, with a "chi la", it didn't sound like the "squeak" of a wooden door being pushed open, but rather like the sound of a paper door being broken open.

A Taoist priest with a beautiful beard flicked his whisk and stepped in squarely, with a straight foot, but his mouth was a little playful: "You baby is awake, almost missed the auspicious time... Hurry up, cover your head Sit down, don't move, don't worry, the bridegroom will come right away!"

Without giving Zhai Meng a chance to ask questions, he ran out in a hurry.

Also intimately brought to the door.

Zhai Meng is not in a hurry, his 23 years of experience with congenital heart disease have resulted in his current character of being neither impatient nor impatient nor contentious.

And, most importantly, he's lazy.

I don't bother to ask why I am here, why I am wearing a bride's clothes.

Therefore, I don't bother to cover any red hijab.

As a result, when the person answering the question came in, Zhai Meng saw it at a glance.

The visitor was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and was wearing a dragon and phoenix gown with the style of the Republic of China. Zhai Meng saw the matching dragon and phoenix pattern on his clothes.It was undoubtedly his bridegroom.

It was rare for Zhai Meng to be a little unhappy. He tugged at the bridal gown on his body, and felt that it was necessary to fight over this issue: "Why do you want me to wear a skirt? I'm obviously a boy, right?"

The visitor didn't seem to expect that the first sentence he would say to the two parties would be this topic, he choked, and said slowly in a voice as clear as wine: "...Then, next time I wear it?"

Zhai Meng thought about it carefully, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, it's a deal."

Something seems wrong... The groom has a headache.

His new marriage, no, the daughter-in-law who is going through the marriage, I really don't know if he is too smart or too stupid.

Zhai Meng raised his head to reveal the red dress and the extremely fair face under the red candlelight, with baby fat on his cheeks that didn't match his age, and said solemnly: "Then can you tell me what's going on now? It's time travel Or kidnapping? I have a congenital heart disease, if you abuse me, you may not get the ransom."

Well, this little guy is smart.

The bridegroom, Yan Zhong, remained silent, and slowly explained the whole story after a long while.

It's not time travel, it's still 2020.It wasn't kidnapping either. Seven days ago, Zhai Meng had a heart attack in his sleep. When Yan Zhong found the hut where he lived alone, his body almost stinks.However, the only son of the Yan family in the imperial capital had to marry Zhai Meng because of his health.

Unknowingly, Yan Zhong, who sat on the marriage bed with Zhai Meng, said solemnly: "According to Daoist Lu, what you actually suffer from is not a heart attack, but an overabundance of yin energy in your body that cannot be relieved. If it is overflowing, you will lose." My illness is excessive yang energy, so I invited you over as a last resort, please forgive me."

Zhai Meng, who was cross-legged with his chin on his back, blinked his big eyes, with a look of anticipation on his face, "I said that when I woke up, I was as light as a swallow, and my chest didn't hurt at all. So I've already turned my hair up."

Even though he couldn't touch anything, Zhai Meng still stretched out his hand and patted Yan Zhong's shoulder (the air next to him) who was paralyzed on his face but whose eyes were full of not knowing how to comfort him, and said: "Don't worry about me, after you die I feel good that I can help you."

The big eyes rolled around, and he said in a caring little padded jacket: "Anyway, you have a good family background and are handsome, and it seems pretty good to marry you. But you can only see but not feel when you spend the wedding night in your bridal chamber. I think You are at a disadvantage."

Yan Zhong, who had always been paralyzed, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, deliberately avoiding the topic and said: "... this room, Daoist Lu, has cast a spell. You can use the tables, chairs, beds and benches here. You can also use it if you feel bored." Take a stroll in the villa. This is my resting place, and few people usually come here. Daochang Lu has set up formations throughout the villa, which can avoid the prying eyes of the underworld, and it will be very dangerous if you go out."

"Yeah, I understand." Zhai Meng blinked playfully, "Then how can I help you?"

Yan Zhong stretched out his hand, and Zhai Meng put his hand into his palm cooperatively. Yan Zhong solemnly held the two balls of air, and said seriously, "Promise me, don't leave."

Isn't this really a confession?Is this really not a confession?Really really really isn't it?

"Hiss", the small window made of paper rang twice.

Yan Zhong squeezed the air in his hand, but actually it looked like he just made a fist, "Daoist Lu is calling me, I'm going out first, you take a rest."

Zhai Meng stared blankly at Yan Zhong's departure, and gently covered his heart with his hand. Just for a moment, he thought his heart was still there, and he even heard the sound of heart beating...

Afterwards, Zhai Mengmeng, a wealthy young mistress who has always been lazy, pondered for a long time, why did she become obsessed and agreed to help, instead of going to reincarnate in the place of black and white and impermanence as always with the mentality of nothing after death?

Maybe... I was moved by the other party's persistence in life...

That person's eyes are full of stars...