Chapter 119 Dead Aunt

This lunch was a restless meal.

Mrs. Song's eyes basically did not leave Xiang Zixi's body. Master Song's face was not very good-looking. His eyes glanced at Zixi's body from time to time, and he quickly moved away. It made Xiang Zixi feel uncomfortable.

So, Xiang Zixi found an excuse to leave the table after eating the meal in front of her.

Ji Yan also said goodbye and then returned to Xiang Zixi's room where he temporarily lived.

"I said this family is weird!" Xiang Zixi looked at the room and shuddered: "There is a creepy feeling!"

Ji Yan leaned against the wall with his arm in his arms and said with a smile, "Hey! Shall we make a bet? Something must happen in this house tonight!"

Xiang Zi looked at Ji Yan puzzledly: "What can happen to him? It's not just that I wear it————"

Thinking that he might be wearing dead people's clothes, Xiang Zixi suddenly shivered and turned around and went behind the screen to take off his clothes, leaving only the middle clothes inside.

Ji Yan looked at Xiang Zixi and got into the quilt while shivering. He said funnyly, "Is it a little late to take it off now?"

gave Zixi a white look at him: "You can wear it if you have the ability! By the way, help me find your clothes. I'd rather wear yours than dead!"

When Ji Yan heard the words, there was a burst of joy in his heart: "Why?" Does she also like herself?

"Because of bad luck!" Xiang Zixi stared: "I'm very taboo about this!"

Ji Yan looked funny at Xiang Zixi shrinking in the quilt like a cat, shook her head helplessly, turned to her room, and found a not fat dress from her clothes and threw it to Xiang Zixi. Looking at her clumsily putting on her clothes, she was as beautiful as a actor on the stage.

At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Miss Xiang, are you there?"

The person who came was Qingcui. Although Xiang Zixi was very unhappy that Qingcui found dead clothes for herself, she thought that maybe the other party did not have any hostility, but was just careless? Besides, I still live under the shelter of others.

So he quickly replied to Zixi, "I'm here, please come in!"

The door creaked, and Qing Cui put the umbrella outside, strode in, and said with an apologetic face, "Miss Xiang, I'm really sorry. I also forgot this matter. At that time, I found my aunt's clothes!"

Qingcui saw that Xiang Zixi had taken off her long skirt and put on Ji Yan's coat. She immediately went to the bedside and said, "Miss Xiang, I'm really sorry!"

Xiang Zixi smiled gently: "Nothing, isn't it just a dress? Actually, I like to wear his clothes! This can be worn as a skirt!"

Xiang Zixi jumped up from **. Isn't Ji Yan's fat clothes on her body? Isn't it almost the same as a skirt?

Ji Yan, who looked at Zixi with his arms and looked at the joke: "Hey! Why are you so tall? Even the clothes are so big!"

Ji Yan has no choice but to spread his hands. There is no need to add a crime!

On rainy days, the air outside was still very cold. Xiang Zixi got into the quilt again, patted the bed and said, "Qing Cui, what's wrong with the aunt you just mentioned?"

The green looked left and right and saw that there was no one outside. After closing the window, she carefully sat by the bed and whispered, "This matter can't be mentioned in the ancestral house."

Ji Yan also became interested. He sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Qing Cui sighed and said, "This matter is going to be five years ago. Five years ago, my grandfather married a new aunt. That look is really one in a hundred. My wife doesn't like this aunt in any way. She is either asked to do this or that.

She kept nodding to Zixi. This is normal. The wife in the main room basically doesn't like to see the foxen who robs men from her.

Qingcui slowly said, "Later, my aunt was pregnant, and the doctor came to check her pulse and said that the child my aunt was pregnant with must be a young master. The master was very happy and simply moved his bedding to his aunt's room and couldn't go back to his wife's room.

"Originally, when my aunt is pregnant, she can do nothing. However, when the master is not at home, the wife often instructs her aunt to cook this and that. The food is either salty or light. The boiled water is either hot or cold. In short, she doesn't like her.

"One day, the lady called her aunt in the room and asked her to bathe her. As a result, the aunt had a heavy hand and rubbed her in pain. The lady picked up the stool on the spot and smashed her into her stomach. Aunt was unprepared and was hit in the stomach by a stool, so she had such a misde.

When Qingcui said this, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"After the master came back, he learned that his aunt had had a child, and he didn't say anything, but moved his bedding back to his wife's room. Auntie soon fell ill because of mistocia and not being recuperated. Qing Cui said this, and her eyes darkened: "The master didn't come either. The people are all powerful. Seeing that her aunt is not favored, the medicine that should be fried is not fried, and the food that should be delivered is not delivered. Sometimes the meal is only delivered once a day, and a few steamed buns and a little vegetable soup are sent away."

"It wasn't long before my aunt hanged herself in her room. Some people say that on the night of her aunt's suicide, the crying of the baby and the laughter of the woman came from the room, and some people said that the dead child and her aunt have become fierce ghosts because they can't do anything about it when they are alive, but they can avenge their wives when they die!" The green and low narration.

"That white-green skirt is my aunt's favorite dress. It is rumored that it was a gift from my aunt on her birthday! And it's also specially customized from the county.

Xiang Zixi took a look at the skirt thrown on the screen, and then at the green sitting by the bed and slowly talking to him, with an unclear smile on the corners of his mouth.

Ji Yan looked at ** Xiang Zixi thoughtfully. After seeing the smile at the corners of her mouth, a smile also floated.

"Yes, Qingcui, why is this ancestral house expanding every year!" Xiang Zixi pretended to ask inadvertently, "From the perspective of feng shui, this destruction of the pattern is very fierce!"

The green disdainful eyes flashed: "Isn't it to attack poison with poison? My aunt's ghost is not dissipated, so I build a house every year to contain my aunt's ghost.

Speaking of this, Qingcui suddenly remembered something and suddenly stood up from **: "Ah, it's getting late. It's time for me to go back! Look, I've delayed your rest!"

Xiang Zixi replied with a smile, "Nothing, I just feel a little cold."

"Then I'll come over with another quilt!" Qing Cui immediately said.

Looking at the green figure leaving, he said to Zixi to Ji Yan sitting in front of the table, "Do you also hear something?"

Ji Yan smiled and said, "What? Are you interested in getting to know it now?"

Xiang Zixi shrugged his shoulders: "I'm just a little curious. Frankly speaking, I don't think my aunt's ghost will really be floating here for five years! Ji Yan, you can also go to have a rest. Our bet works in the evening!"

Ji Yan shook his head with a smile, stood up from the table, and stretched out his hand to gently bounce on the top of Zixi's head: "Okay, you can also take a break!"

The house where Xiang Zixi and Ji Yan live is a suite, with two rooms on the left and right, and a living room in the middle. The three rooms are connected, which is very suitable for guest rooms.

Therefore, after saying goodbye to Zixi, Ji Yan went straight to his room from inside.

Looking at Ji Yan's departure back, Xiang Zixi took another look at the white-green skirt on the screen, and the smile on the corners of her mouth rose again.

That dress was definitely not found at random. If there is no mistake, it was taken on purpose. Because even if the dress has passed five years, there is no trace of moldy smell on it, but there has always been a faint fragrance.

This shows that this dress is often taken out to dry after careful cleaning.

Judging from the touch of that dress, this dress is indeed valuable, and the cloth is indeed not what the rural people can wear.

Xiang Zixi also remembered that in the broken temple, Qingcui invited herself to follow her to the ancestral house to avoid the rain, and tried so hard to stay with Zixi for a few more days. Isn't all this too coincidental?

I'm afraid that this Qingcui has an extraordinary relationship with that aunt, right?

But he and Ji Yan are not officials. Even if they come to this ancestral house, what can they do?

Thinking of this, Xiang Zixi suddenly felt that she was interested in exploring.

I turned over, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep with a stuffy head. After sleeping enough, maybe the mystery is tonight!

Ji Yan did not go to bed in his room, but packed up his things and put them on the table.

That girl's acting skills are too clumsy, right? Even Xiang Zixi can't be fooled. How can he deceive his own eyes?

But it's still early, and the good play will not be staged until the evening.

The rain outside is still pattering, and the wind slowly rises in the sky, blowing the bells under the eaves. Ji Yan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the cotton mass in his hand shot out quickly, blocking the bells under the eaves one by one.

Since you want to watch the play, then watch the play quietly!

The night came quickly. Xiang Zixi slept all afternoon, stretched out and got up from **, and a faint smile floated at the corners of his mouth.

It's a good show, is it about to play?