Chapter 120 Mystery

As soon as Xiang Zixi woke up, a woman's voice immediately sounded outside the door: "Miss Xiang got up?"

smiled faintly at Zixi: "Please come in!"

The door was pushed open with a squeak. Xiang Zixi squinted at a woman coming in with a dress and a smile on her face. She put the clothes in her hand on the table and said with a smile, "My wife likes the gift you gave to your wife at noon today, so let me give this to Miss Xiang, please don't dislike it. !"

"How come? Thank you very much, madam!" Xiang Zixi said with a smile.

The woman's eyes were dripping around the room. After seeing that the white-green skirt was placed on the screen, she quickly walked to the screen and grabbed the skirt, as if she were afraid that Xiang Zixi would compete with her.

"Since the clothes are dirty, I will wash them and ask the lady to rest! I will have dinner delivered to the room!" After saying this, the woman ran away without waiting to answer Zixi.

Xiang Zixi smiled gently and got out of bed and picked up a set of clothes on the table. That's a peach pink skirt, which is indeed a skirt worn by a girl, and the texture seems to be good, not under the white-green skirt at all.

It seems that this Mrs. Song has made a lot of effort!

Ji Yan stretched out and came from his room, put his hands on the table, hugged Xiang Zixi, put his head on Xiang Zixi's shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts!"

Xiang Zixi squinted at Ji Yan: "Is it okay if you don't do anything wrong, are you afraid of ghosts calling the door?"

Ji Yan nodded lazily: "Since it's difficult for others to be affectionate, you can change it!" Ji Yan poured himself a cup of tea, sat opposite Xiang Zixi, and glanced at Xiang Zixi, who was still wearing his coat.

It is said that the most attractive time for women is not when they wear heavy makeup and amorous feelings, but when they wear men's clothes and their eyes are blurred. At this time, women are more likely to stimulate men's desire.

Unfortunately, Ji Yan is a normal man, or a man, so his eyes have been stuck to Zixi's body and can't be moved.

"Hey! What are you looking at? Stupid!" Xiang Zixi stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Ji Yan's eyes, raised her foot and kicked the stool: "Go back to your room! I want to change my clothes!"

"Just change it behind the screen!" Ji Yan muttered dissatisfiedly.

"See clearly!" He threw the skirt in his hand up and down at Zixi: "This is an exception!"

Ji Yan shook his head helplessly and turned around and left the room.

At this time, it was dark when Ji Yan left Zixi's room, and a dark shadow flashed outside the window. Is it going to be a good show so soon?

After a while, someone really brought dinner to Zixi and Ji Yan. After eating casually, they pretended to be sleeping and blew out the lights in the room.

Now Xiang Zixi and Ji Yan have an unusual tacit understanding. Ji Yan hugged Xiang Zixi's waist in one hand, quietly jumped out of the room from the window, lowered his body, and slowly rushed to the dormitory of Mrs. Song.

At this time, there was no one in the room, only the bright candlelight slowly jumping.

Ji Yan didn't say anything, but just pointed to the roof with his finger. Xiang Zixi immediately agreed and nodded.

Ji Yan hugged Xiang Zixi's feet and quietly jumped onto the roof and ran quickly on the roof.

The wind at night became more and more strong, and the rain slowly stopped.

The tiles drenched in the rain were slippery, but Ji Yan seemed to have no effect at all. He passed it so easily, held Xiang Zixi tightly in his arms, and appeared on the roof of a row of houses behind Mrs. Song's bedroom.

At this time, the lights are bright, and the sound of wooden fish comes out from time to time.

Ji Yan stopped in the middle of the roof with Xiang Zixi in his arms, slowly put her down, and whispered, "Maybe the secret is here!"

He gave Zixi a thumbs up at Ji Yan.

Ji Yan slowly untied a few pages of tiles and put her face down. At a glance, she saw Mrs. Song kneeling on a futon and constantly knocking on the wooden fish and reading the Prajna Paramita scriptures.

And in front of her, it was the square white-green skirt that had just been taken from Xiang Zixi's room.

After knocking on the wooden fish for a while, Mrs. Song slowly put down, put her hands together, and kept whispering to the clothes in front of her: "Your death has nothing to do with me. I didn't kill you, so don't come to me even if you are wronged! At the beginning, I really didn't know that would make you have a small birth. If I had known, I would never have done that!"

Mrs Song said earnestly to the dress in front of her, "It's my fault. If it hadn't been for him for forcibly accepting you as a concubine, you wouldn't have entered the door of the Song family, and there wouldn't have been these things. After you had a misconcupation, I also thought about finding a good doctor for you to take care of your body, but the master refused! Therefore, even if you want to come back to revenge, don't look for me.

"There is a debt and an owner. Let's talk about it, I'm also a victim!" Mrs. Song's voice became a little excited: "I have paid too much for this family and the foundation of the Song family, but the master always wants to take a concubine and wants the foundation of the Song family to be torn apart!"

A sneer came from the wall, and a woman's resentful voice slowly sounded: "Do you have to? No, you are the real murderer!"

Ji Yan on the roof looked at Xiang Zixi, and the play finally started!

"Why, why do you do that to me? You torture me, I can stand it, but why kill my child? You still have my child!" The female ghost's voice was sore that her hair stood up all over her body.

Mrs. Song's face was even more frightened. She sat on the ground, covered her heart with one hand, and said tremblingly, "It's not me, it's really not me!" I'm not going to kill you! You committed suicide!"

The female ghost sobbed: "I endured humiliation and became a lonely ghost for five years. Today, I must ask you for justice! Mrs. Song, if you change my child, you will return my life!"

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed from the pillar on one side of the wall and looked at Zixi. She saw a woman with shawl hair, pale face and blood in the corners of her eyes and nostrils rushed towards Mrs. Song with her teeth and claws.

"You still give me back! You still have my baby!" The woman suddenly rushed to Mrs. Song's eyes and suddenly opened her hands to reveal her fangs.

"Ah!——Ghost!" Mrs. Song shouted. Suddenly, she grabbed her throat and stared at the woman opening her teeth and claws in front of her, but she didn't say a word. She just looked at her in horror.

"What's wrong with her?" Ji Yan said softly, "Her expression seems to be very wrong, but that woman didn't do anything to her!"

He said lightly to Zixi, "Mrs. Song should have a heart attack. In the sudden shock, I'm afraid she has a heart attack!"

Ji Yan has been used to strange nouns that come out of Zixi's mouth, such as heart disease, so he simply doesn't ask what it means.

Sure enough, Mrs. Song's face suddenly turned to ashes, and her body rose back heavily. She suddenly fell to the ground and never moved again!

The female ghost took a look at Mrs. Song, reached out to try under her nose, picked up the white-green skirt and turned around and quietly left the room.

"Go! Keep up!" Xiang Zixi straightened up.

Ji Yan hugged Xiang Zixi, followed the trace of the female ghost closely, kept crossing on the roof, and quickly followed the female ghost.

When Ji Yan and Xiang Zixi caught up with the female ghost, they were just blocked by a corridor corner. When the two turned around and walked through again, the female ghost had disappeared, and instead, the maid Qingcui slowly knocked on Mr. Song's door.

"Sir, the soup you want is here!" Qing Cui said as she pushed the door open and went in. Master Song fixedly looked at the green. Tonight's green is particularly beautiful. It is clear that it has just been bathed, and there is a fragrance all over his body.

Qingcui squatted down, sent hot water to Master Song, gently raised Mr. Song's feet and put them into the basin.

Ji Yan uncovered the tiles on the roof again, and the two looked down.

I don't know whether the green is intentional or unintentional. The button of the neckline is not fastened, which just reveals the snow-white neck and the looming breast-gully squeezed out.

Master Song's eyes suddenly fell into the green clothes and could no longer be moved.

Qingcui seemed to know that Master Song was looking at him, and his fingers kept circled on Master Song's feet, light or heavy, and kept seducing Master Song.

Finally, Master Song couldn't help kicking over the basin, grabbed Qingcui in his arms, turned around and threw it at **, and arched it anxiously.

Qingcui sneered and let Master Song take off his clothes little by little, and let Master Song hold his neck and nibble.

Suddenly, Master Song, who was taking off his clothes, retracted his hand as if he had been injected, stared at the white-green dress exposed on Qingcui's body, and said tremblingly, "You, you--"

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Is this a birthday gift from the master to me? I like it so much. Does the master like it? Qing Cui seemed to change her voice and said softly, "Sir, why? Why didn't you look at me after I had a minor birth? Is it because you don't like me? Sir, why? Why did you do that to me?"

Master Song screamed and ran outside!

Qingcui suddenly jumped out of bed and stopped Master Song. Her eyes became very terrible: "Sir, where are you going? Don't you want me? Haven't I served the master well yet? The slave family hasn't served the master well for five years. Let the maidservant serve the master tonight!"