"Shenzhi, do you really want to know where I have been in the past three years?"

The word "Shizhi" she called him is equivalent to a disguised recognition of his identity.

Fenghua asked word by word, lifting her slender and dense eyelashes, and the beautiful eyes under the eyelashes appeared with extremely cold and fine light.

Wei Zhang had never seen her look like this before.

His Mei Niang has always been gentle, and has never become so cold?

Wei Zhang was stunned for a moment.

However, he quickly came to his senses, pondered for a moment, and said, "I want to know."

No matter what she became now, in his heart, she was still Mei Yanzhi.

This will not change in this life.

A faint light appeared in Fenghua's eyes, like the everlasting sparks above the dome, the sound seemed to come from a distant place, and then fell slowly in Wei Zhang's ears: "Chengzhi, I have been in the plum house all the time, but no one can see it, but now... I'm back."

Even the breath that blew through his ears was ghostly.

Wei Zhang's heart tightened.

She has been in the Mei House forever, but no one can see it, but now she is back.

……What's the meaning?

Wei Zhang suddenly remembered something.

Mei’s house caught fire and confirmed that she had died. After finding the black and withered body, he returned to Jiangnan and erected a tombstone for her. After that, he would take time to go back and take a look every year.

When I went back the next year, I heard the locals in Jiangnan chatting that the plum house...haunted.

Wei Zhang's eyes suddenly changed.

Could it be...

"My Madam, you..."

Although his expression changed slightly, there was not much fear or fear in Wei Zhang's eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, as if he was about to caress the woman's cheek, and it slid slightly like black hair.

The eyes are lingering.

Not far away, on the second floor of the backyard of Rouge Shop, the boy stood by the window.

He was wearing a light blue dress, a slender figure as beautiful green bamboo, and holding a cup of white porcelain teacup, but his hands were more crystal clear than white porcelain.

The boy lowered his eyelashes slightly, and a light gold-smashed light flowed from his eye feathers under the sun, covering some unknown look in his eyes with his faint silver pupils.

Wei Qingci's eyes were flowing on the teacup in her hand, and then raised her eyes and looked down at the two people who were very close to the tree in the backyard not far away, thinking seriously and seriously:

Do you want to splash this glass of water?

...

Fenghua turned his head away, took a little step back, avoiding Wei Zhang's hand.

Let Wei Zhang hold her shoulders, and just assume that it was the original owner's wish.

If he meets himself again, someone will probably be jealous and angry.

Little vinegar is pleasant, while big vinegar is harmful to the body.

It's hard to coax.

Wei Zhang's hand fell into nothing and was stiff in the air. "My grandma now doesn't even want me to touch it."

He chuckled and said self-deprecatingly.

Feng Hua found a reason for his tone: "Chengzhi, no, Lord Zhongcheng, you are no longer Wei Zhang from the past, but Wei Wu's husband."

Wei Zhang was silent and speechless for a moment.

...

The boy standing by the window put down the teacup in his hand lightly.

As soon as the backyard door opened, someone rushed in and shouted Wei Zhang's name in a hurry: "Sir, sir, it's not good, it's not good..."

Wei Zhang frowned, turned around and saw that it was his personal servant, and changed into the low tone of the Zhongcheng Lord: "Why are you in a panic?"
Chapter completed!