Ling'er nodded: "Naihe Bridge on the bank of Wangchuan River, Meng Jiao'e under Naihe Bridge!"
Meng Jiao'e? Chu Yan only heard the legend, but there was a Meng Po sitting under the bridge, an ugly old woman, how could she become Meng Jiao'e again
Ling'er rolled her eyes and said, "Can't people be called Meng Jiao'e? Even if it is ugly and old, can't the name be beautiful?"
Chu Yan shrugged, "Why does it matter to me?"
Ling'er ignored him and continued: "But I heard that Po Meng is a beauty now. It's weird to say that girls who are generally good-looking, who are not willing to be Po Meng, boil soup and give medicine all day long. , Year after year, what's the point? It's better to reincarnate."
"There is always a reason, there is nothing in the world for no reason." Chu Yan said lightly, and saw a slender figure in his eyes.
Wearing a court dress, combing the harem concubine's hair bun, the only figure from his back made his heart suddenly shocked.
In his heart, there has always been a person who has never seen a woman with his own eyes, only in a few portraits.
This back figure is exactly the same as the painting he hid in his heart.
Ling'er murmured: "Meng Jiao'e's clothes are really good-looking, and her hair is well combed. I don't know what age the clothes are."
Chu Yan didn't seem to hear Ling'er's words, and walked towards the Naihe Bridge.
He walked behind Meng Po's step by step, stopped at a distance from Meng Pozhang, and stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar back.
Ling'er rushed to him and pulled him hard: "Are you crazy? Po Meng is not a ghost. Her mana is not much higher than a ghost. If you appear in front of her like this, she can see you at a glance."
Ling'er pulled her to leave, but Chu Yan stood there like a wooden stake, motionless.
Po Meng, who was passing the soup medicine to the ghosts in the queue, suddenly stopped her movements, and her slender figure slowly turned around like a machine.
Xiao Ling was too anxious, and was about to cast a spell to take Chu Yan away, but Po Meng had already spoken: "Since we are here, why should we go?"
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Ling's fingers holding Jue froze and couldn't move at all.
Po Meng's body finally turned around, and her eyes met the young man who was staring at her blankly.
The cold smile on Po Meng's face suddenly froze.
Chu Yan was also shocked, the face in front of him was clearly exactly the same as the face on that portrait.
Even the clothes are exactly the same.
He was just an ordinary person, and he could only see this face, this familiar and specious face.
But Po Meng has been in this underworld for hundreds of years. She has powerful magic power and can see through the past and present life of the soul with her eyes.
She opened her mouth, her cherry-red lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.
After seven hundred years, she refused to reincarnate, refused to reincarnate, and did everything to stay, isn't it just for this moment
"What are you, what?" She only uttered five words, and could not say the rest.
I shouldn't say it, I don't know where to start.
"Why are you here?" Chu Yan asked suddenly.
Po Meng smiled bitterly and shook her head slightly: "It's nothing, I want to be here, just here."
Ling'er was dumbfounded, they actually knew each other? How can this be? Po Meng has been here for 700 years, how could she know Chu Yan
Chu Yan didn't believe it: "Why wear Chu's palace costume? Why do you wear Chu Fei's hair bun, why—by the bridge of Naihe?" He didn't believe that there would be people in the world who would be willing to be Meng Po, such a boring job, who would be willing to do it. Hundreds of years