The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 778 Painted Skin 1
She stopped and stopped along the way, and it took ten years from Cangwu Mountain in North China to Taiyuan City.

She stood under the tree, a little at a loss, she didn't find that person.

Whether she waited at the foot of Cangwu Mountain for a hundred years or wandered around in the past ten years, she still couldn't find that person.

She blinked, a little puzzled, wondering what she had been waiting for all these years.

A person came up to her and asked her, "Why is the little lady here alone?"

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, gentle and handsome, his eyebrows were no different from that man, but she couldn't help but think of him.

In a trance, the years went back to the past, and she was still the carefree young lady of the Song family.

The man asked again: "What's wrong with you?"

She smiled at him, and every word she uttered turned into thousands of amorous feelings.

That's right, she is no longer the Miss Song family who was raised in a deep boudoir, she is just a despicable female ghost who sucks people's energy.

What face does the female ghost want?Just to survive.

She looked at the person in front of her. This is a scholar. The spirit of a scholar is not enough, but there is a kind of righteousness in a scholar, and it is very good to inhale.

She laughed: "I came to visit relatives, but I got separated from my family."

"May I ask which house Miss is going to visit relatives? Xiaosheng has lived in the city for more than twenty years, so I dare not say that he definitely knows each other, but he can do his best in the end."

She smiled and said: "Understood, even if I want to tell the young master, I don't know the relative's address."

"Is it from this city?"

Song Nianzhi thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes."

The man asked, "What's your name?"

She blinked and said, "It's also Song."

The man cleverly said: "Miss Song still knows some information about this relative."

Song Nianzhi looked at this elegant scholar, smiled again and said: "His name is Song Nianci, and he was once married to a lady from the Song family at the foot of Cangwu Mountain in North China. I heard that there is an osmanthus tree in front of his house and a sycamore tree in the backyard. I don't know."

She laughed again: "I heard them say this at the beginning. It has been many years, so I don't remember much. Maybe they have moved."

The man nodded and said: "If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a while, and I will help the girl to take a look. The worst thing is, I have to find family members for the girl."

Where does she have any family?
She still had a smile on her face and said: "Okay, Mr. Lao is here."

She returned to the mansion with him.

He took her to the guest room. He pointed to the room and said, "This is your room. I'll match you with a servant later. If you need anything, just talk to him."

"Thank you. When I find my family, I will definitely stop disturbing you."

The man smiled.

She said again: "Although Mr. Wang has good intentions, but I am used to it myself. You don't need to give me a servant, just ask them to bring food."

Prince Wang didn't doubt how she knew that, after all, the word "Wang's Mansion" before entering the mansion was not a fake.

He looked at her and said, "OK."

She looked into his eyes, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes, and there seemed to be too much to say, but he didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

She smiled forgivingly.

He bowed his head and entered the house.

She didn't resume her ghost state until the figure printed in front of the window dissipated.

Bairi has a strong yang energy, and she is not some evil spirit, so naturally she has no energy to maintain her body.

She lay on the bed, curled up in a ball.

From the perspective of outsiders, the room is very cold, but no one can be seen.

She stayed at the Wangfu's house for a few days, but the prince did not show up. She went out at night to inhale the essence of people and the essence of moonlight.

She hasn't done nothing in the past hundred years, at least she is a ghost cultivator, otherwise she would not be able to escape from Black and White Wuchang.

At night, she took a paintbrush, drew on the human skin, and drew a fairy-like person one stroke at a time. Just when someone knocked on the door, she put on the human skin and opened the door.

The prince stood outside the door.

She smiled charmingly: "My lord, what are you doing here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Wang Gongzi looked at her, with deep sorrow in his eyes filled with stars.

She couldn't understand, she didn't ask, she smiled at him heartlessly.

He said, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

She blinked her eyes pretending to be innocent and said: "I'm a helpless, sick and weak woman, how can I make a deal with the prince."

"You can do it." Wang Gongzi smiled, extremely frivolous, "Painted Skin Ghost."

She said calmly, "I don't understand what you are talking about, Mr. Wang."

Prince Wang stretched out his hand and grabbed her left wrist, while the other hand held the jade pendant he was wearing.

He smiled and said, "Look, it's bright."

The jade pendant he was wearing was shining brightly.

This is probably a jade pendant that can test ghosts.

Song Nianzhi was not surprised.

There are ghosts and gods in this world, so it is not surprising that there are things that can test whether they are ghosts or not.

Song Nianzhi's hand was blurred, and he was torn out of Prince Wang's hand.

She said, "My lord, what do you want me to do?"

"A deal." As the voice fell, the doors and windows were closed.

The content of this transaction is known only to the parties involved.

On the second day, Prince Wang told Mrs. Wang that he wanted to marry the woman he brought back as his concubine.

There are no elders in his family, so all he needs to do is talk to Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang looked at him, her cold and phoenix eyes were full of indifference, she said slowly: "If her family background is clean, and you like her, then marry her."

Wang Gongzi said meaningfully: "Yes, I forgot because of my husband, even if I die in front of you, you won't care, let alone just taking a concubine."

Mrs. Wang replied: "You don't mean anything to me, so why say these things to misunderstand me."

That means: don't flirt if you don't like it.

Prince Wang smiled and didn't answer.

Even if they are husband and wife, there are constant temptations between them. If you ask the truth, who knows how much it will be?

The palace then began to make arrangements up and down.

The Prince's Mansion is a big family in Taiyuan, so it is naturally arbitrarily organized. Although it is a concubine's room, because it is already prosperous and rich, and the main house doesn't care, it is naturally extremely prosperous, even more prosperous than when it was married to the main room.

Mrs. Wang just practiced calligraphy in her house, she seldom went out, and she didn't care what was said outside.

But the prince was wandering outside all day long.

Some servants said that this was to buy a suitable gift for the concubine he brought back; some servants said that this was to see if they could pick up another young and beautiful concubine so that they could marry as a couple.

However, Prince Wang is really just hanging out outside.

He drank tea and went to brothels, listened to storytelling and watched operas, and lived a very comfortable life.

Except for a few swindlers who came out occasionally and said: "I saw that the son's Yintang is black, and there must be a catastrophe in the near future."

He just rewarded him with two cash, and his life was really good, especially nourishing.

(End of this chapter)