After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 96

[Chapter ninety-six]

Cui Wang reached out and put the cloak back on.

The long street is ten miles away, and the night lights are like day.

The mortals were hawking along the street, the monks came and went like the wind, suppressing the vitality, and Cui Wang walked quietly on the long street.

He was like an erratic ghost, and no one in the crowd paid attention to him.

Only the old ancestor whispered carefully in his ear:

“Xiao Wangwang? Xiao Wangwang?”

Cui Wang was walking, and for some reason, he came to No. 1, Jingqi Street.

The red lacquer door was tightly closed, and only the two glazed lamps under the porch were whirling.

Awan ran to open the door with a wooden leg, and when he saw his head, he poked his head behind him, and asked with a grin:

“Zhen Jun, what about Zheng Zhenren?”

“Did Zheng Zhenren not find the Zhenjun?”

Two days have passed since his birthday, and Awan is still the same. Cui Wang stretched out his hand to stroke his bare head, but he suddenly lost interest.

“Zheng Zhenren won’t come in the future.”

he said.

“Why?”

Awan widened his already huge eyes, but his dumb eyes couldn’t tell his emotions, but his voice was naive, “Did Zhenjun and Zheng Zhen quarrel?”

“Really bad.”

“Awan.”

“It must be the true monarch.”

Awan followed behind Cui Wang.

“When the real person went out that day, he was so anxious that he burst into tears.”

Awan rolled his eyes and nodded to himself, “When the real person saw that the real monarch was not there, he was horrified and his face was pale. Moreover, the real person also prepared a birthday face for the real monarch, and he spent a lot of thought.”

Awan drew a large circle with his hands.

Cui Wang set foot on the warm pavilion. Everything in the pavilion was the same. The beauty leaned on the yellow shirt and fell halfway to the ground. The pocket was pressed under the shirt. He was startled and leaned over to pick it up:

“Birthday noodles?”

“Yes.”

Awan nodded, “Da Da Da” and ran out the door. After a while, he actually came in with a porcelain bowl, “The real person let Awan lose it, but Awan didn’t want to lose it.”

A crisp sound of porcelain hitting the surface.

Cui Wang looked down, two days later, it was already stagnant, there was no water at all, it swelled like a corpse that had been soaked overnight, and there were still yellow, shrunken and rotten algae on the corpse.

Sticky, with a sour smell coming from the nose.

Awan gave an “ah” and flattened his mouth:

“Awan, Awan is well kept and kept in the kitchen. How did it become like this? It’s so ugly. The real person must be very sad when she sees it. She went to many houses to buy things.”

Cui Wang took a pair of chopsticks from the case, picked up the noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, but spit it out before it entered his throat.

After watching it for a while, he said in a daze:

“Not yet. Throw it away.”

Awan said “oh”:

“The real monarch sees this, will he reconcile with the real man?”

Cui Wang didn’t answer, and under Awan’s astonished sight, he walked out the door with his sleeves.

With the dark blue night sky and a bright moon hanging high, he went to Xinglong Temple.

Xinglong Temple is hidden in the deep mountains, with few people and few incense sticks. The door was closed early, and only an angry lantern in the corridor was still spinning.

“Knock-”

“Who, knocking on the door at night—”

With a creak, the door opened.

A young novice about ten years old poked his forehead out, but when he saw a monk in a cloak standing in front of the door, he stood quietly, and when he saw him coming, he took off his cloak.

Under the moonlight, that handsome face was as recognizable as ever.

The little novice opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then put his hands together:

“Really well.”

The little novice hurriedly opened the door, and with a small body stepped aside, watching the gray cloak of the visitor brush across the threshold:

“True monarch, still follow the old rules?”

“Well.”

Xinglong Temple was extremely quiet at night, with the rustling of leaves and insects one after another, the little novice quietly followed a gray figure in front of him, wondering in his heart, since Zhenjun offered his parents’ tablets to Xinglong Temple, except for the flying sword at the beginning of each year. The bureau sent a sum of incense money, and usually also came to the festival.

Now that it’s not a year, why would you suddenly visit in the middle of the night?

The little novice led Cui Wang to the side hall, put on the three sticks of incense, and then he retired. The real monarch never liked others to stay too long. Before the little novice left, he couldn’t help but look back. Jun looks preoccupied and not very happy–

Although, most of the time, he is expressionless.

Cui Wang stood in the main hall, looking at the two tablets placed side by side in front of the Buddha——

This was the only thing he had survived when he was drawn into the crack of space when he was young.

A monk has been out of reincarnation since he stepped into cultivation, and his life is one life.

But mortals can still enter reincarnation and enter the six realms, and he doesn’t know where his parents are now.

Enshrining in front of the Buddha is just a matter of habit.

“I looked at the face, didn’t go to coax the young lady, but came to see the cold tablet, is it a bad mind?!”

When the old ancestor saw this tablet, he was a little irritable.

He didn’t like the descendant in the rankings.

“Old Ancestor, don’t you think it’s strange, I obviously don’t have much affection for them, but I still remember to take their tablets with me.”

The grandfather sighed:

“Not surprisingly.”

Crows also have the meaning of feeding back.

His family Xiao Wangwang is a little hard-hearted and a little stubborn. It’s a pity that this guy died early, otherwise what would he do if he took Xiao Wangwang crookedly?

After thinking about it, the old ancestor couldn’t help but glance at the tablet with the word “Cui Ping” engraved on it.

This guy died so disgraceful, he lost the face of his old Cui family, left his wife alone, ran out to the brothel to go to prostitutes, drank too much and drowned directly in the water.

Of course, the outside world doesn’t know, just say that Heaven is jealous of Yingcai.

“Don’t tell your ancestors, you miss your father.”

Cui Wang shook his head, but instead talked about the past in an ancient way:

“…At that time, when the big beam was first built, my Cui family fell into decline. There was no dragon’s merit, and the elders were extravagant. When it was passed to me, Aye, it was a broken house.”

The name of the family is empty, but the reality of the family is not.

The dignified Mrs. Ling Cui couldn’t even afford to pay for a meal.

“I, Aye, had to use that face to deceive the little lady of the rich family.”

The old ancestor breathed out of his nostrils:

“Yes, you are like your father, but you are twice as handsome as your father, so don’t be sad. You are half as handsome, and your father deceives the little girl, isn’t it true?”

In front of Cui Wang, Zheng Wan’s face appeared.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, looking forward to looking forward to life, when smiling like spring flowers, when not smiling, like chrysanthemums in nine autumns, there is no time or place that is not beautiful.

And such a face…

He retracted his thoughts:

“At that time, Auntie appeared.”

The previous generation of the Liu family was just a businessman. Because of the merits of the dragon, he became a celebrity in front of the founding master. He led a sixth-rank member and a foreigner.

The only daughter of the Liu family has a rich dowry, which is known to almost all Boling.

And the Cui Jiazheng building is about to collapse, and marrying someone who can fill the hole is the most convenient way. Therefore, Jiangbei Cui Yulang, who can say a few crooked poems and play a few tunes, easily won the heart of a young lady who is not deeply involved in the world and has just begun to love.

Cui Wang paused, and the old ancestor glanced at him:

“Oh… at that time, the Zheng family was about to collapse, right?”

Cui Wang was stunned for a while before saying:

“At that time, when I got married, I was wearing red makeup for ten miles, and my Cui family returned to the old grand scene. It’s a pity, how could Cui Yulang in Jiangbei take care of a woman?

But he still coaxed the infatuated woman to take out all the dowry for his Cui family to spend, for him to reward Hongjuan, and for him to drink and have fun.

The old ancestor sighed, in this world, the matter of the heartless man and the infatuated woman, even after thousands of years, the routine has not changed at all.

“Speaking of which, your Aye is also a talent. He can talk, coax people, and bend down. How can your mother fight?”

Cui Wang smiled:

“Yes, even though I, Aye, always speak inaccurately, and I’m ruthless and unscrupulous, it’s not good to see his people, but no one speaks of him. My aunt, I’ve been deceived by him again and again, and even he died. In the prostitute’s glass of wine, he is still thinking of him.”

In his ears, there seemed to be a soft and soft voice.

“I am sincere to the National Teacher, and I will never lie.”

“Cui Wang, I’ve never been sincere to you for a moment, it’s all fake.”

“I will pierce your heart for you, and I will never hide it from you.”

“I’m insinuating you, all because I love you, I have no choice.”

“Cui Wang…”

“Cui Wang…”

Her mouth is sweet as honey, and her tongue is like a knife.

The grandfather stopped talking.

He appeared beside the great-grandson after he quit his relatives and was beaten. At that time, the great-grandson was miserable, even more pitiful than Xiaobaicai. His father died, his mother died, and the Cui clan was filled with vampires. He couldn’t marry the Zheng family, so he simply occupied the little things his mother had left, and even drove him to the ancestral hall to punish him on his knees, wanting him to kneel to death in the ancestral hall.

Speaking of which, Xiao Wangwang’s mother is not responsible either. She is devoted to the pursuit of love. She calls her son to the bedside and explains that even if the responsibility is over, she happily swallows gold and commits suicide on the bed, without thinking about her son. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the feeling of my mother’s body.

At that time, how old were you, ten years old?

To the outside, they had to say that they died of illness.

Cui Wang’s tone was light:

“My mother-in-law has been in tears for half her life. It’s very disappointing.”

“It’s not very good. If you want to die, you will die after you have been brought up.”

“Okay, why are you talking about these old yellow calendars? Fried cold rice.”

Cui Wang groaned and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. In the quiet mountains and deep forests, there was still moonlight, and he said:

“Cold meal? … Indeed.”

“Xiao Wangwang, your heart is too heavy.”

The old man sighed deeply.

It’s no wonder that his great-grandson of the gourd has always cared about it after he knew about love. He hates people like his father, hates deceit, and even hates deceitful hypocrisy.

Cui Wang stretched out his hand and took up the cloak, he raised his feet and walked out of the Buddhist temple:

“Old Ancestor, my auntie has been crazy all her life, and she didn’t even forget her death.”

“I, of course, want to be more aggressive.”