Turning over and jumping off the coffin, Lin Xin searched around in the sacrificial hall before pulling out a mirror from a corner. A brass mirror with an old elm base, the mirror surface was pasted with white paper, and it was placed upside down on the table. This is a burial object, piled together with a mess of bric-a-brac.
He peeled off the white paper in twos and threes, and when the mirror surface was neutral, a pale little face was reflected.
"Hey!" Lin Xin was taken aback. He didn't even draw a talisman yet, why did he appear as a ghost? If you look closely, it seems to be your own face.
I haven't seen my childhood face for more than ten years, and I feel a little unfamiliar for a while. He didn't eat dinner and was dressed lightly. In this windy sacrificial hall, his face turned pale.
Touching his nose in embarrassment, Lin Xin was amused by himself. The child in the mirror has eyes that are deeper than ordinary children, and as Lin Xin smiles, he can vaguely see what he will look like in the future.
"Unfortunately, it's not like the peach blossom eyes of the Lin family, but like a wolf cub." Lin Xin imitated the tone of the Lin family master when he said him, and sighed with emotion, bit his finger, and quickly drew a talisman on the back of the bronze mirror.
With the last stroke, the bronze mirror suddenly became brighter, and after a while, it changed from a positive mirror to a negative mirror. Yang mirror is a mirror used in daily life. The words in the mirror are upside down, which is called a mirror image. , and look through the mirror.
Now in this old elm bronze mirror, the word "sacrifice" in the middle of the mourning hall is displayed, which is correct.
Taking a sacrificial fruit to eat, Lin Xin walked around the mourning hall with a mirror in his hand. The yin mirror can't reflect the living person, but the soul, and after a while, I saw a young girl with delicate features, like Dongmei next to Young Master Zhao.
After death, if no special method is used to preserve the soul, the soul can only stay in the world for seven days. In other words, this Dongmei died within seven days, probably because the eldest young master died suddenly and was angered by his wife. Ordinary life is cheap, kill as soon as you say it.
Lin Xin sighed, finished eating the fruit in twos and twos, grabbed a handful of paper money and burned it to Dongmei.
Going forward, I saw Xie Tianhe again, floating around in a daze. Smacking his lips, Lin Xin felt a little pity, this Xie Tianhe had good aptitude, and it would be good to use it as a spiritual weapon, but unfortunately there is no weapon worth refining now.
Walking around the mourning hall, I met several acquaintances, but I didn't see Young Master Zhao.
"Could it be that your soul is gone?" Throwing away the mirror, Lin Xin climbed up the coffin again, and covered Eldest Young Master Zhao with a yellow paper. This state is exactly the same as when he crushed his soul back then, but the method of crushing his soul was only figured out when he was seventeen years old. Who would crush his soul at this time
Could it be that some soul-eating ancient monster has appeared in this world
Raising his hand to scratch his head, he remembered that his hand had poked Young Master Zhao's face, so he gave up, lowered his head and groped in the coffin for a while, and pulled out a piece of yellow jade pendant from Young Master Zhao's waist.
Young Master Zhao snatched this from him when he first came to Zhao's house. The cool and delicate topaz, carved into the shape of a fairy deer looking back, was given to him by his father when he was parting, the only thought.
Tear off the gaudy silk sash on it, find a basin of clean water to wash it off, then remove a thin hemp rope, and tie the jade pendant around his neck. After my father died, I haven't put on a filial piety for him yet, so let's express my affection for him.
"Xin'er, you and Zhao Jian go first, and my father will look for you in a few days." The man with a firm face put the jade pendant into the hands of his youngest son, his eyes that should have been affectionate were full of sorrow.
"Father, I'm not leaving, woo woo woo..."
"Master, let's go to Weishui Zhao's house first, that is my brother's territory, let's rest for a while before leaving."
"Uncle Zhao, open your eyes, woo woo woo..."
I don't know if it's because of his body, but the already blurred memories of his childhood came back clearly. When Lin Xin was woken up, he couldn't tell how old he was.
"Don't sleep, get down on your knees, the Shen family is coming!" As soon as it was dawn, the steward led a group of servants in mourning uniforms to clean and decorate the mourning hall.
"Didn't you know it yesterday?" Lin Xin rubbed his eyes and got up muttering.
"Yesterday, I didn't know that the crown prince would come in person!" The steward's face showed an expression of both excitement and sorrow, which was so complicated that it wrinkled into a ball.
"Senior?" This title, like a small thunderbolt, fixed Lin Xin in place, "Is he the son of Huan Xinghai?"
"Which other prince can it be!" The steward raised his hips, as if he would be favored by the prince in the next moment, and he talked about the prince like a treasure, "The eldest son of Duke Xuan, an unborn genius. body weak… "
body weak? Hearing this word that should have nothing to do with Shen Lou, Lin Xin was a little unsure again. He couldn't be more clear about how good that person's body is. It is said that he was as strong as a calf since he was a child, and could carry a tripod. Could it be that the prince is not Shen Lou, then where is Shen Lou
Shen Lou was on the speeding carriage.
The retainer Dong Shechuan rode in front, swallowing the snow with a bitter face, "My lord, the Zhao family said they would postpone the burial. We don't need to travel all day and night."
In the carriage embedded with sixteen pieces of deer glass and walking like walking on flat ground, a young man's calm and unquestionable voice came out, "Go on, drive fast."
Touching his nose, Dong Shechuan clamped the horse's stomach embarrassingly, and asked in a low voice the expressionless Shizi guard beside him, "Brother Huang, why do you think Shizi is in such a hurry? Then the young master of the Zhao family can't run away." It's gone!" Although he is also a fairy, he is a civil servant in Huanxinghai, and he has not been so busy for a long time. I thought it was a simple job, but I didn't expect that it would become a hard job when the son disturbed me.
The guard in the dark clothes was Huang Ge who was the one who delivered the medicine that day. Hearing this, he said without turning his head: "Mr., I don't know. Your Majesty has been telling me to pay attention to people who seem to have lost their souls. After searching for a long time, I finally found someone." After hearing the news, how can you not be in a hurry?"
Rao Shidong was well-informed, and he couldn't understand the use of the son looking for the soul-stirring person, so he could only pull up the windshield, whip the horse's buttocks, and hurry up to save himself from the cold.
Shen Lou sat in the warm carriage, holding a silver carved hand stove, gently rubbing the carved deer on the stove cover. I thought that everything had already started, but I didn't expect that I was reborn two years earlier, and the evil results of those ghosts and souls were only revealed today. Will the young Lin Xin be in Weishui? I hope this Zhao family will not let me down.
Zhao Wanhu took his sickly-looking wife to the door to greet him in person. When he saw the silver-framed canopy carriage from a distance, he lowered himself to salute, "My subject, Zhao Ding, welcome Your Royal Highness!"
It was still a shot away a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it was in front of us.
The carriage came to a complete stop, the guard dismounted and opened the door curtain, a young man in a black wide-sleeved dress came out, and the maid next to him immediately stepped forward to put a fox fur cloak on him. The young man was born extremely handsome, Xiao Shuqing is beautiful, and his grandeur is like a nine-day star; If you see it, you will never forget it, but if you look at it for a long time, you will be intimidated.
Zhao Wanhu met his son when he was young, and although Shen Lou at that time was arrogant and aloof, he was far from the young man in front of him who made people dare not look directly at him. Duan didn't know what miraculous skills Shi Ziye had practiced in the past two years, and his aura was even more frightening than his father's.
Shen Lou kept walking, raised his hand slightly to signal for everyone to excuse himself, and then went straight to the mourning hall.
The servants who didn't have time to tidy up quickly backed away, leaving only the two family generals who cultivated immortals and the "filial son" Lin Xin kneeling on the futon. When Shen Lou entered the mourning hall, he immediately saw the little child in plain clothes and met those unmistakable dark blue eyes.
"My son, this is my poor eldest son, you have to make the decision for us." Mrs. Zhao walked over with the help of a maid, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and crying.
Lin Xin didn't even realize that the eldest son had looked at him more than once, but he had nothing to hide. When the man turned his eyes away, he used his eyes to describe him greedily. Shen Qingque after an hour was so pretty, with the thinness unique to young people, like the tender lotus root washed in the stream on a sunny day, tempting people to take a bite.
Shen Lou offered young master Zhao a stick of fragrance, because of his status he didn't have to bow down, but Lin Xin, as a filial son and virtuous grandson, had to return the gift. The little child raised his short arms and saluted solemnly, which was really cute.
Even a ferocious wolf was a hairball milk dog when he was young, not to mention Lin Xin was born to be good-looking...
"Rhinoceros skull and jade cheeks, crane bones and loose posture, the young master has an extraordinary appearance, and he will become a great weapon in the future." Dong Shechuan stroked the two beards at the corners of his mouth, and praised, "This is the second son of the mansion?"
As soon as these words came out, the mourning hall fell silent for a moment. Mrs. Zhao's face was a bit ugly, but Zhao Wanhu's expression remained unchanged, "I am making you laugh. This is the son of my younger brother." Lin Xin's name was not even mentioned. , I ask all the adults to examine the corpse.
"Shichuan, go and see." Shen Shizi, who had traveled eight hundred nights, was not interested in Young Master Zhao at all, and motioned Mr. Dong to open the coffin.
"..." Dong Shechuan stared dumbfounded at Shizi leisurely calling the child to his side, as if it had nothing to do with him, and suddenly felt an urge to chant poetry.
Crossing snow-capped mountains and crossing ice fields, what is the reason for the son of the world traveling day and night
Reciting poems can't avoid opening the coffin, and storytelling can't save Dongshechuan! Mr. Dong, who accepted his fate, had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to meet Young Master Zhao.
Lin Xin had been paying attention to Shen Lou's movements, and when he saw him waving at him, he immediately ran over joltingly, giving his seat to the person who opened the coffin for autopsy.
"What's your name?" Shen Lou looked down at him, now he was just a young boy, only a head taller than Lin Xin.
"Xin, my name is Ashin." Lin Xin seemed a little shy, lowered his head and twisted his fingers, while Shen Lou was not paying attention, he quietly touched the back of his hand hanging by his side.
The author has something to say: PS: Qingque is the word for Xiao Gong, Shen Lou, the word for Qingque
small theater:
Xinxin: My name is Xin
Lou Lou: Is it the one who sang "Li Ge"
Xinxin: No, it’s Ashin
Lou Lou: Is that the one who sang "Stubborn"
letter: QAQ
Lou Lou: Alright, don’t cry, don’t cry, I know it’s Baby Xinxin =3=