When Huang and Li saw Hua Jiye leave, they stepped forward and pulled Hua Yin sitting on the ground.

Li said while wiping the tears from Huayin's face with a handkerchief.

"Daughter, stop crying. You know. No one can change the decision of your father. Besides, your father is sending you into a honeypot, not asking you to jump into the fire pit. Why are you crying? You should be happy."

Huang also comforted, "Yes Hua Yin, this woman will get married sooner or later. The key is to find a good family, which is enough. How can you stay in your parents' home all the time?"

Huang said, sighing, "Aren't your sister Xiaoman also engaged? She is not as lucky as you. You will become the queen in the future."

When Hua Yin heard Huang's words, she retorted angrily, "Sister Xiaoman is different from me. She doesn't have to leave the border town, but I have to travel across mountains and rivers to marry far away. Besides, I don't know whether the prince looks ugly or handsome."

Hua Yin wiped her tears and said, "Even if I want to marry a prince, that prince must be more handsome than Sun Wukong, otherwise I wouldn't be laughed to death by Sun Wukong, hum."

Li whispered, "Don't call Sun Wukong and Sun Wukong. He will be your brother-in-law in the future. It is inappropriate to call him like this."

Hua Yin snorted again and said, "Just Sun Wukong, I won't call him brother-in-law. My sister may not like him like that," she said, then sniffled again and said angrily, "I must meet the prince of Ansai tomorrow, and see what he can do to marry this lady."

At dusk, the west side is red, and the crimson is twisted across the roof and penetrates into the window lattice, dyeing the room into a happy color, and everyone in the room is tied to festiveness.

Hua Yin's sitting posture was the same as Sun Wukong, including the windows she faced. She tried to pierce the window paper with her eyes and clearly see the sky outside.

The maid Cuiru could see through Hua Yin's meaning. She leaned over and pushed the window open. Then the red light of the setting sun seemed to break through the flood water on the embankment. Without any obstacles, she rushed towards Hua Yin, who was sitting in front of the window without any affection.

Hua Yin couldn't open her eyes by the light. She hurriedly blocked her hand in front of her, and seemed to be suddenly broken by this, and said to Cui Ru dejectedly, "Cuiru, do you think my lady's eyes are blind?"

When Cuiru heard this, she ran up ashamed on her cheeks. She quickly leaned over and took the window, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Miss, I'm so sorry. Cuiru saw you sitting by the window and must have stared at the window. She thought you wanted to see outside the window. Cuiru misunderstood, please forgive me." After that, she drooped her head and even had shame on her hair.

Hua Yin shook her head gently and sighed, "I don't mean to blame you. Okay Cuiru, go to the kitchen to get me some chili water. Remember, you have to make a lot of it, and then put it in a water bag. Remember, it's that kind of water bag that is close to you."

Cui Ru said curiously, "Miss, Cui Ru asked more, what are you doing with chili water?"

Hua Yin stared at Cuiru and replied, "You are so talkative. Don't ask too much. You are very dangerous to know too many secrets."

When Cui Ru saw Hua Yin's lively and sharp eyes, she quickly lost her words, nodded and turned around and walked out of the door.

"Young Master, are you going to rest?" Erbao grabbed the door post, leaned his head, and asked carefully at Sun Wukong who was lying on the bed in the room.

Sun Wukong nodded lightly, pulled the quilt onto him, and kicked the boots on his feet to the ground.

Erbao turned his head and looked at the starry night sky, a trace of yearning flashed through his eyes, his face stretched out his desire, and then turned back to look at the dim room reflected by candlelight, and took a breath.

"Young Master, did the second treasure bring you the door?"

Sun Wukong nodded lightly, then pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "Erbao, go and tell me something to your father and mother, just say--" He paused, as if he had made a huge decision, "Just say I agreed."

When Erbao heard Sun Wukong say this, he immediately smiled and said in surprise, "Okay, good young master, I will definitely bring you this, then you go to sleep with your young master." As he said that, he grabbed the door knocker with both hands and tilted it into his arms. The door clanged and closed, and the doorbell tied to the door was like a lark, making a crisp sound, wandering and flowing.

Erbao jumped and hummed the tune of countless turns in his mouth, and walked along the bluestone path and headed towards the front room. And in his terrifying tune, he occasionally jumped out "Xiao Tao, hehe, I'm going to be with you-'

The law of the world is the alternation of black and white, with mixed joys and sorrows. Some people cry, while others laugh. For Sun Wukong, he is not only crying, but also stirring up torture while crying, or indulging in pain.

The world is quiet, and insects, birds and frogs croak in the ears, leisurely. This is what Sun Wukong likes, because Sun Wukong is the person who knows the most about the romantic charm of ancient Ancheng and even the entire Xixia Kingdom.

Sun Wukong exposed his head out of the quilt, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to move towards the quiet voice with his ears, pursuing the desire and yearning deep in his heart.

When it was heard, Sun Wukong would not help but praise one or two, "Wow! If someone told me that this is a fairyland at this time, I would believe it without hesitation."

At this moment, the window was shiny for a moment, and the white light suddenly disappeared. At that moment, Sun Wukong's room was also illuminated.

However, Sun Wukong did not see it because he was closing his eyes slightly and listening carefully to the croaking of insects, birds and frogs outside the window.

Sun Wukong aroused his interest again and followed up with another sentence.

"Wow! If someone told me at this time that this is a fairyland, then I would believe it without hesitation."

Suddenly, a vicissitudes of voice outside the window stormed in the air

"This is the wonderland."

Sun Wukong responded without a trace of defense

"I believe it!"

As soon as the sound fell, Sun Wukong felt suspicious, "Huh, what? What sound?!" Thinking of it, he suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around the room, and after looking at it for a while, the table was still a table, chairs were still a chair, and they were still immersed in the dimness.

Sun Wukong pinched his face with his fingers, and in a moment the pain rushed to the top of his head. He rubbed it with his hands and recalled, "It's not a dream, it's not a dream, how could I hear other sounds besides me? Is it auditory hallucination?"

Sun Wukong was thinking, rubbed his butt to the edge of the bed, and looked at the candlelight on the candlestick with concentration.

The candlelight on the candlestick flickered and jumped irregularly on the wick, which also made the reflected light flash and jump everywhere in the room. It was accompanied by wisps of rising blue smoke.

Sun Wukong calmed down again, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "It shouldn't be. Even if it's auditory hallucination, it's impossible to be so clear. Could it be--"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong's scalp became numb, his face was filled with tension and worry, and a hint of fear.

"Is it a ghost?"

As he said that, he couldn't help but scream in a panic, and subconsciously retracted his legs, which were hanging under the bed, curled up on the front of his chest, and his eyes were slid into every darker place in the room that could not be illuminated by candlelight.

"Although I, Sun Wukong, is a seven-foot man, who needs to be literary and intellectual, and courageous," he said, and his teeth trembled, "But I can't write essays with ghosts. I should compare courage with ghosts and courageousness with ghosts. In this way, I'm just as brainless as the second treasure."
Chapter completed!