Chapter 1 Ximen Little Official

Zhou Yi woke up on a sunny morning and found himself lying in a strange place.

He clearly remembers that with his efforts, although he is only a middle-level white-collar, he also has a certain position in the company. However, at the moment of squeezing into the subway, he was hit by a flash of lightning and lost consciousness.

Will there be lightning in the subway station? Zhou Yi is also a little puzzled, but his memory describes the scene at that time.

Although under the ground of the city, at that moment, he seemed to see dark clouds in the distance, like a fierce battlefield, and the roaring thunder faintly came out, and there was a horror of doom. And the most horrible thing is that the lightning is so precisely guided... However, it doesn't seem to be hurt...

Although he woke up, he was not in a hurry to open his eyes and put a look on himself first to see if there were any missing parts.

"Fa son, son?"

Just when Zhou Yi was secretly relieved, the soft voice, like a weak willow brushing across the water, made his ears suffer for a while, and he couldn't help slowly opening his eyes.

A beautiful girl's face bloomed like a flower in front of his eyes. Her eyes were soft, but there was a little melancholy and tenacity between her eyebrows. Pure white and almost transparent skin, light yellow pleated skirt, with a trace of elegant scroll atmosphere, moved slightly, and the jasper around the waist was gently crisp. It's just that his face looks a little tired, and the skirt is still stained with dirt.

This girl is only 16 or 17 years old, similar to Zhou Yi. She is looking at him with a little shyness while holding her broken hair between her temples blown by the breeze.

"Ah, beauty, beauty..."

Zhou Yi sat up and secretly praised himself: "Intellectual, intellectual, this is the intellectual beauty! What class bee, school bee, company bee, socialite, compare with her, earthy chicken and dog ears!"

Seeing such a big reaction from the other party, the girl was so scared that she flashed back, and there was a slight fragrance between the swings of the corners of the skirt, which made Zhou Yi completely wake up.

"What's this dress like?" He looked around and did not find the camera and the director with a vest and a baseball cap with a beard or bald head. He only saw a big house, two thick weeping willows, half a mu of lotus pond, and no lotus flowers, but the lotus leaves are green and gently swaying in the wind. The three characters of "Ximen Mansion" in the courtyard are oily and powerful.

Through the waves of the lotus pond, he suddenly found that he had become young. He was already in his 20s, but now he is only 15 or 16 years old. He looks white and beautiful, very much like himself in high school.

Ah? Why am I here? It seems that it's not filming. What is that? Crossing? Travel through!" Zhou Yi was shocked by his idea, "Although he is single, what about his parents? Can parents accept the fact that they were killed by lightning? And it's in the subway?" Instantly understanding his situation, Zhou Yi could even imagine his parents fighting a lawsuit with the subway station. He couldn't help but be in a trance and felt that the sun was dazzling, and he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

"What are you looking around? Sister Yue Wei is asking you!" A crisp voice pulled Zhou Yi back from his soul.

"Sleeve, be quiet, don't be rude!"

Zhou Yi came to his senses and noticed that next to the intellectual beauty, there was also a little maid in emerald green clothes. Although her face was young, her figure was already quite large, and she was as beautiful as the former. Looking at her willow eyebrows fell down, with a faint smell of gunpowder, good Like I owed her a lot of money and didn't pay it back.

"This...little...sister, what's the matter?" Zhou Yi stood up, patted the dust on his body, and asked calmly. In front of beautiful women, you must maintain a good image, because he deeply knows that if such a beautiful woman is placed on a seriously unbalanced earth, she will not even have a chance to get a white eye.

"Excuse me, prince, is this from Ximen to uncle's house?" It's a little abnormal to see Zhou Yi's depressed and doubtful eyebrows for a while, and the intellectual beauty's questioning voice also became a little weak.

"Sister Yuewei, that's him, he is Mr. Ximen! It's very similar to your wife!" The pretty maid Xiuer suddenly screamed, which scared Zhou Yi, who was answering in a wording manner.

Raising his head, Zhou Yi found that the girl also just raised her head. Her originally calm face was covered with a hazy blush, like a first blooming begonia flower, which was particularly beautiful and touching.

"Ah--" Looking at the slightly flustered but extremely clear girl's eyes, Zhou Yi suddenly stayed where, and I didn't know where it was.

Seeing Zhou Yi's fascinated appearance, the maid little Lori's face was cold and she couldn't help humming coldly.

"Sleeve..."

The girl gently pulled her sleeves, and the blush on her face not only did not retreat, but also became thicker. She came forward and said to Zhou Yi deeply, "Little woman Shangguan Yuewei, I have seen Mr. Yulong from Ximen."

"Sister Yuewei," Xiuer gently walked to Yuewei's side, "Don't be busy recognizing your relatives... Although the birthmark in the middle of your eyebrows seems to be a Ximen official, he is not worthy of the identity of the four major families in the south of the Yangtze River--"

After listening to Xiuer's words, Yue Wei's long eyelashes trembled and couldn't help looking up at the teenager in front of him.

His clothes are very strange, with a pure white round-neck half-sleeved shirt embroidered with twisted line symbols. It looks like cotton thread, without a trace of satin; his lower body is a dark blue trousers tightly wrapped around his body, very thick, I don't know what material is made of.

Under the package of tight clothes, his small body is still straight, with short broken hair and a pair of straight eyes above his beautiful face.

"I think that's right..." Yue Wei said softly, and immediately felt ashamed and hurriedly lowered her head.

The beautiful girl suddenly appeared in front of her, and the instantaneous change made Zhou Yi's heart beat wildly.

Looking at Zhou Yi's stupid appearance, Xiuer shouted crisply, "Come on, are you Mr. Yulong, a small official at Ximen?"

"I..." Zhou Yi was in a trance again. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "My surname is Zhou... Zhou Yi, I just entered the subway station... What kind of Mr. Ximen?"

Although she didn't know what the "subway" was, Yue Wei had already understood. The man in front of him denied his identity. His heart couldn't help but feel cold. The bitterness and bitterness along the way surged up to his heart. Tears rolled in his eyes and thought to himself, "Look at the birthmark on his eyebrows is obviously Ximen Yulong, but he What doesn't admit? Is it..."

"What? Is your Ximen family going to regret their marriage?

Although Yue Wei's voice is soft, it is full of indescribable tenacity and arrogance of the family, "Don't forget, here is your cousin's handwriting!"

Hearing her sister Yuewei's order, Xiuer took out a letter from her arms and hit Zhou Yi's hand heavily.

"Ximen official, why does this name sound so awkward? What a messy four families, married and regretted..."

As he muttered, he opened the letter, with a beautiful line, writing: "My parents Chen Xiu, nowhere to be found. The virtuous nephew Long'er is alone, suffering, and the marriage contract has reached... Thousands of miles away, but the faith cannot be changed. I hope to send the new couple as soon as possible..." Yun Yunyun, the signature of the author is Ximen Pu.

I understood - Zhou Yi's heart couldn't help pounding: "Newcomer? Is this new cluster of little beauties here to get married? It seems that I am my husband..."

It's more shocking than finding that you have traveled through time - but is it yourself that you hit the bottom of this pie? He looked at the mansion behind him doubtfully: "The person he wants to marry, but the little official of Ximen Mansion... What does this have to do with me? Tut, such a delicate and lovely beauty actually fell into the pit of arranged marriage. I can't say that I have to pull her... I just don't know what era it is now, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, in a word, must be in the evil old society..."

"Do you understand?" Xiuer shook his palm in front of Zhou Yi and interrupted his meditation.

"Oh, I see, I see. What's my name just now?" Xiuer looked at Zhou Yi doubtfully: "Are you stupid or stupid? I don't even know my name! Come on, are you the little official of Ximen that my sister Yuewei is going to marry, Ximen Yulong!"

When the little girl waved her little fist unscrupulatively, Yue Wei's pretty face turned redder.

Zhou Yi smiled bitterly and was about to open his mouth. Suddenly, there was a lot of excitement behind him. Looking back, he saw a group of people coming out of the gate of Ximen Mansion. The first person was round and fat, with a short figure, white and needless face, wearing a square scarf, wearing a dark red satin robe, and staggered to Yuewei. Seeing such a delicate face, he was obviously dull for a few seconds. The muscles on his face trembled first, and then he said, "I don't know this girl, but Miss Shangguan Yuewei?"

"It's Yue Wei, my niece's visit to my cousin." Shangguan Yuewei's face blushed slightly, and there was a trace of joy on her face. She was also the most standard lady etiquette of the famous family and was obviously well educated.

"Good niece, no gift, no gift."

Ximen Pu laughed, and the muscles on his face trembled again, shaking with his hands, his eyes swept around Yuewei and Xiuer, and then looked over the two people behind him.

Xiuer was swept away by his hot eyes, but there was a cold war. It felt like it had been stripped naked. She was so scared that she lowered her head in a hurry and was secretly panicked.

"Nephew, where are your servants and dowry?" Ximen Pu gently brushed a few mouse whiskers at the corners of his mouth and blinked his eyes.

The Shangguan family is a famous family in the capital. Three generations have been palace refiners. This generation of Shangguan Fengyun has broken through to the ninth level in terms of refineries, which is very popular in the capital. However, looking at the appearance of Yue Weixiu and the two of them, how can there be a little ladylike?

"This..." Yue's face was slightly red, and there was a trace of anxiety and sadness in his eyebrows. He lowered his body and said, "Uncle, Shangguan family is unfortunate. My father failed to refine the Red God Sword for Emperor Lieyang and destroyed the Red God Stone. The emperor blamed him and was demoted Liangzhou with his mother, and his family property was copied. The slave was scattered, and there was only one sleeve left. The two of us received a letter. Fortunately, with the help of our close friends, we went to Qingchuan City for several months and hoped that our uncle would take it in.

In her life, she had never asked for help in such a low voice, so later, her voice trembled and she could hardly stand it. But she knew that the Ximen family had a great fortune in the south of the Yangtze River, and she had to rely on them to save her parents.

When Xiuer saw that Yuewei, who had always been arrogant, was so low, tears could not stop flowing down.

"Oh, I see." Ximen Pushan's expression was motionless, but his eyes filtered the master and servant several times.