"Yuesheng!" After seeing the ghost, Mrs. Han reflexively hid in Han Yuesheng's arms. Upon seeing this, Han Yuesheng immediately hugged his wife tightly and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll protect you.

, don’t be afraid!”

Look at the purple-clothed female ghost with hair that looks like ghost claws floating closer and closer from a distance. Lord Dragon knows how numb my body is right now and how fast my heartbeat is...

What a sin, what mistake did I make to torture me in this way?

That face was scarred and bloody, it was really scary!

Why should I look directly at her? Oh, can I stop looking...

"Yue Sheng, Yuesheng, look, she is the one who pushed our son down the stairs! She is the one who wants to kill me! Yuesheng, look!" In the howling wind, Mrs. Han grabbed Han Yuesheng's arm and tried her best to

He proved it.

But when Han Yuesheng saw the female ghost, he was stunned unconsciously.

The female ghost finally stopped one meter away in front of me. She changed her arrogant and ferocious appearance last night, lowered her head and greeted the Dragon King meekly: "Sir."

The strong wind around him calmed down because of the female ghost's silence.

The ashes of the white paper staggered down in mid-air, and there was no longer the sound of tables and chairs being shifted and objects falling to the ground. In the dim candlelight, the white candle made the scarred face of the female ghost even more miserable.

, extremely ugly.

Originally she was also a beautiful-looking girl who was shy of her beauty, but how did she end up like this now?

The long hair dancing wildly behind the figure fell down to her heels, and the water seeping from the top of her head soon accumulated along the hair and covered the ground.

The wet ancient dress clung to her body, pressing down on her skinny body. If you didn't look at her face and just looked at her skinny figure, it would be hard for anyone not to feel sorry for her...

Did she drown?

The Dragon Prince casually stretched out his hand and placed a wooden chopstick in the blue-rimmed bowl filled with black chicken blood. The chopstick left his hand and was still floating in the pool of blood.

If the chopsticks stand on the bowl, it is a sign that there is a ghost in the house.

"Jiang Hexian, tell them why you are pestering this family so hard." Lord Dragon King commanded solemnly.

The female ghost in front of me lowered her head a little when she heard this.

After half a minute, the female ghost raised her face again. The shocking scars were no longer on her face, and she had returned to the gentle and pleasant look in Han Yuesheng's sketch.

It's just that no matter how good-looking it is, it's still completely white, which makes people feel sad when they look at it.

The female ghost looked at Han Yuesheng, who was protecting his wife in the center of the hall, with complicated eyes, and said in a vicissitudes of voice, "Han Lang, do you really not recognize me?"

Did she call him Han Lang?

It’s really a love debt!

There was also deep emotion in Han Yuesheng's eyes, and he moved his lips but said nothing.

The Dragon Prince revealed the truth lightly: "Three hundred years have passed, and I have been reincarnated five times. Even if I have an impression of you, I can't remember the past between you."

"I can't remember..." The female ghost said hoarsely, with two lines of clear tears on her pale face.

Crying till the pear blossoms are covered with rain, endlessly poignant.

Mrs. Han, who was hiding in Han Yuesheng's arms, showed hostility towards her and said with an expression of hatred: "Who are you! What is your relationship with my husband? Why are you pestering me? Why do you want to hurt our son! You

Say it, say it!"

"Your husband?" The female ghost smiled bitterly and raised her eyebrows at Mrs. Han not to be outdone: "I am the first wife that Mr. Han married! Who do you think you are? You can only fill a house or continue your marriage!"

"Marry you?" Mrs. Han's eyes widened, and then she asked Han Yuesheng with red eyes angrily: "Did you marry a ghost? When did you marry him?"

Han Yuesheng frowned and said displeased: "Okay! Don't you know if I have married a ghost wife? The two of us were college classmates. We fell in love at the age of twenty, and we got married at the age of twenty-three before we completed our studies. I

How could there be someone before you?"

Mrs. Han pointed at the female ghost in grievance: "What about her? What's going on with her!"

Han Yuesheng was also confused and said with a straight face: "I don't know."

"You don't know? How could you not know? You are the one who caused this, how can you say you don't know!"

Seeing Mrs. Han crying and fussing in Han Yuesheng's arms, the female ghost's eyes flashed with fierceness for a moment, and she interrupted with an unkind expression: "He really doesn't know, because I am his wife three hundred years ago. You and I,

And the entanglement between the three Han Langs has already started three hundred years ago."

Mrs. Han was startled: "What? Three hundred years ago?"

The female ghost closed her eyes indifferently, and her long hair hanging on the ground grew little by little, and became longer. The tips of her hair were like plant vines, and blossoming Lantern Festival fire clematis bloomed at the end -

"You want to know why I hate you so much, then see with your own eyes what happened to me three hundred years ago because of you! Han Lang, I want you to see with your own eyes the old debts you owed!

"

The ghost power drove the clematis all over the house to bloom, and after a burst of strange white smoke rose and dissipated, the Han family's old house we were in turned into an antique flower terrace and waterside pavilion.

The night is hazy, the moon is bright, and the sparkling water waves are reflected in the wooden pavilion in the middle of the water. The railings around the pavilion are covered with clematis in full swing. The fragrance of the flowers is overflowing and refreshing.

A man in ancient Tsing Yi with a Han Yuesheng face is hugging a female ghost in colorful clothes, leaning on the railing of the balcony facing the water, leaning on each other, and telling each other about their lovesickness.

"When I come back this time, I won't leave again for the next two years. Xian'er, I want to redeem your life... I want to marry you."

The woman in colorful clothes shyly shrank into his arms: "I'm afraid it won't be easy to redeem my body. It will take a lot of money. Hong Gu's side is not easy to solve."

The man in green rubbed the woman's beautiful face lovingly and said with a smile: "Of course I know that it is not easy to redeem the famous Hexian girl from Jiangbei. However, this time I brought enough money, five thousand taels.

Gold is enough to cover the expenses of Qiuyuefang for thirty years.

Hong Gu is getting old, and it is hard to say whether she can live to be thirty years old. She has always been cunning and calculating, and she will not refuse even if it is for the future of herself and Qiuyue Fang."

The woman in colorful clothes smiled charmingly and leaned into the man's arms and acted coquettishly: "Yes, five thousand taels of gold. I can only be an oiran for another ten years at most. In these ten years, I may not be able to earn her five thousand taels of gold.

Hong Gu would most likely be happy with such a large sum of money.

However, is it really worth it for Han Lang to spend so much money to redeem my life? Don’t regret it in the future."

"How can I regret it? I like Xian'er and want to marry Xian'er home. This is my only wish in this life. I will never regret it. Xian'er is priceless in my heart. It's only five thousand taels of gold. I still feel

It’s not enough.”

With a bright smile, the woman brushed the man's chin with the tip of her hair, teasing the man in a whisper: "This is what you said. If you regret it in the future, I don't have five thousand taels of gold to compensate you.

But Han Lang, your Han family has a great business, and your father is brother-in-law to the prime minister of the dynasty. Will they really allow you to marry a prostitute like me?

With my family background, I cannot enter the door of your Han family.

Han Lang, you have to think carefully. I have sworn since I entered this industry that I will never be a slave to anyone in the future. I will only be the head wife. If you can't give me the title of head wife, then you better not redeem me.

, Anyway, I am very happy in Qiuyuefang."

"You!" The man lovingly tapped the nose of the woman in his arms, his eyes full of love for the woman, and solemnly promised: "When I marry you, of course I want you to be my wife! I, Han Lang, will only do this in my life.

Marry you Xian'er alone.

On my father's side, I will try to persuade them to accept you. Although you have fallen into prostitution, you are still a pure man. You are clean and have a good reputation. Marrying me will not disgrace the Han family.

I have already thought about it. I will marry you in the Han Family Courtyard in a few days. By then, your marriage and our marriage will be sealed and finalized by the government. It will be a done deal.

Even if father doesn't agree, there's nothing we can do about it. After we get married, I have to aggrieve you first and live in another courtyard for a while. When father and others can accept you, I will take you back to the Han family."

The woman in colorful clothes smiled brightly and nodded: "Yes, I listen to my husband."

Mid-Autumn Festival, fireworks are gorgeous and lights are bright——
Chapter completed!