Next to her, Ying Xianqing, who had been leaning against the tree with her eyes closed and dozing, stood up and took the bowl, saying in a low voice: "Thank you."
He was obviously in a dull environment, but because of his outstanding face, it was like a single beam of light shining on him in the dark night, making people unable to help but follow him.
He took the bowl and divided it when his fingers touched.
His hands were warm and dry, but his voice was cold and distant.
Ning Yue didn't take it seriously, nodded, and turned back to the inn.
Arriving at the corner of the stairs of the inn, Ning Yue glanced under the tree. The old lady took two bites slowly. The little fat man reached out to put his hand into the bowl to get some noodles. The old lady handed the bowl to the little fat man, who took the noodle bowl and ate it. Start gobbling it down.
Ning Yue could not say anything about his grandson, so he turned around and went upstairs.
After closing the door and seeing that the water temperature was just right, she soaked her feet in the hot water except for her shoes and socks. The heat was rising, and Ning Yue finally felt that the fatigue all over her body was like ice melting into water.
Looking at the little fat man eating, Ning Yue, who was already overly hungry, felt an appetite again. She picked out a few dishes from the space that she wanted to eat at today's wedding banquet. They were all fat, sweet and greasy that her parents in her previous life did not like. It felt extremely delicious at the entrance, and the food on the table was quickly wiped out.
After eating, I realized that my stomach was so full that I felt like a python swallowing an elephant alive. I was too full to move.
In my previous life, I was very particular about eating half-full dinner, but as a result, I died at a young age. If I try it again, all the rules will be ignored for this beauty! I just want to be free and easy.
The foot bath was so comfortable, and she felt sleepy after eating. Ning Yue fell asleep on the table without knowing it.
He didn't even hear the notification sound of two ghost soldiers taking shape.
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a faint rustling sound outside.
Someone was gently turning the door bolt.
A voice said angrily: "Sister, I'm scared. What should I do if she wakes up?"
It was the voice of the little fat guy from the Ying family.
"What are you afraid of? She must have fallen asleep so hard today. I kicked you several times to wake you up. The banknotes are in her bag. You can bring them all to me. You can eat whatever you want next time. I sleep in the bedroom every night.”
Alas, that stinky girl Ying Sizhu pushed others to do bad things again.
Ning Yue held her head with one hand and watched the door bolt move little by little.
The little fat man had never been hungry before. He had to act rogue to get a bowl of plain noodles that no one in the house usually wanted to eat. He was hungry and scared. His sister said that he was small and inconspicuous, and no one would care about him even if he was caught. After a few words, he agreed to come and steal the banknotes.
Just as the door bolt was about to open, I suddenly heard a woman crying. Her voice was sad and ethereal, distant and close at times. In the middle of the night, it was indescribably weird.
"Woo..."
"Sister, did you hear it? What was the sound?"
The little fat man's voice suddenly rose and his voice became tight.
Ying Sizhu quickly covered his mouth and said, "Keep your voice down, there's a woman crying in the next room. Just wait a moment and she'll open it soon."
The little fat man retreated in his heart, and his palms were sweating continuously.
Zizzz...
There was another high-pitched and harsh sound.
Like sharp nails scraping across bone.
The crying started again.
"Oh...I died so miserably..."
Fatty's hair stood on end. Turning back slowly, Ying Sizhu also froze in his movements as if struck by thunder.
There were shadows of trees dancing on the window, and suddenly, a black shadow floated past very quickly.
"Ugh...I can't find my head...have you seen my head..."
"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Fatty screamed in fright, but Ying Sizhu couldn't hold it back with all his strength. He rolled on the ground and tried to run downstairs. After just a few steps, he rolled down the stairs with a thud.
Ying Sizhu was originally very scared, but his brother Ying Qiqing made such a big noise. The fear of being discovered instantly overcame the fear of the female ghost.
There was already a light on downstairs, and she was so frightened that she didn't even care about her brother, so she slipped back under the tree in the dark.
Many people were woken up and did not dare to come over. Li Desheng came with two officials to check.
Ying Qiqing's teeth chattered, and her hands trembled as she pointed upstairs: "There's a ghost... there's a ghost!"
Li Desheng's face was solemn, he raised his hand and took out his sword and held it in his hand. He went upstairs step by step. After checking, he found a wooden stick stuck at his benefactor's door. He knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened. Ning Yue was wrapped in clothes and bleary-eyed: "It's Uncle Li. It's so late. What's wrong?"
Li Desheng quickly looked around the room, and when he saw nothing unusual, he smiled and said: "Nothing, the Ying family boy just made some noise, I came over to see if you are okay."
"Ah? What happened?" Ning Yue stuck her head out and looked around, looking a little scared.
Seeing that she was frightened, Li Desheng said hurriedly: "Don't be afraid, it's nothing. I just came here to take a look for safety's sake."
"Oh, I have nothing to do, so you can continue your work and I'll go to bed first." Ning Yue breathed a sigh of relief and put on a sweet smile.
Li Desheng gave a few instructions, and Ning Yue complied with them one by one. Then she closed the door, dove into the quilt, covered her head with the quilt, and chuckled.
Oh my god, it’s easy to pretend to be a ghost, but it’s so hard to hold back your laughter.
I almost choked myself to death from laughing.
snort! If you want to steal my money, then let me show you what this beautiful woman does - repaying her in the same way as your mother.
Their commotion reminded Ning Yue that she had put all the banknotes in the bag into the space. Now, no one could steal them.
…
Li Desheng checked around again and found nothing else.
When I went downstairs, I saw that the little fat man was still pale and pale. He didn't answer anything when I asked him. He just muttered: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts..."
He had also seen Li when she used ghosts to scare Ning Yue. He probably was pretending to be a ghost again, so Li Desheng simply grabbed Ying Qiqing's belt, carried him and threw him towards Li, and said in a cold voice: "Take care of your son. If you run around again, you will be punished as a runaway."
Ying Xun and his concubine Wu had been staying elsewhere with their eldest son, Ying Muqing, and his wife. At this moment, they saw their youngest son being carried over like a dog. As the head of the family, he hurriedly came over to see what was going on.
After hearing this, he quickly thanked Li Desheng and promised again and again to take good care of his son.
Mrs. Li already knew the whole story from Ying Sizhu. Although her daughter was right, she was a housewife who had seen many tricks. She knew that people were scarier than ghosts, and she didn't really believe that there were real ghosts. At this moment, she couldn't help but Annoyed and hated.
Humph, I had just scared her with a ghost, and now I bumped into a ghost. How could such a coincidence happen?
I met Ning Yue for the first time at the wedding banquet in the evening. She was as white and soft as a dumpling. Her big eyes were dazzling. She looked harmless to humans and animals, innocent and romantic.
I thought it was a good idea, but after just half a day of contact, Li discovered that this dumpling was actually filled with black sesame seeds!
Originally, Ying Xianqing was a bastard who had nowhere to say anything, but now she married a sinister dumpling.
Mrs. Li was a little worried.
…
The old lady didn't want to die, so she relaxed and fell asleep quickly.
Ying Xianqing took off his prison uniform and gently covered it with her. He leaned back against the big tree and looked up at the sky. It was dark and there was not a single star.
Grandma said that Yue'er was a good girl and she should be treated well by him so as not to let her down.
Dragging this rotten body, he has been dealing with monsters and monsters since he was a child, and he is used to cold-blooded selfishness. He doesn't understand what love is, let alone how to give it.
Maybe one day soon, he will die in a foreign country. This disappointment is destined.
He raised his eyes to look at her room, which was also dark.
On the first day she married him, she walked all night. I wonder if she would regret not staying in the capital.
