Jiang Yanzhi only felt his scalp numb, and it felt like he was gnawing out of a peach.

Who would like to be an acquaintance with you?

The prince next to him was already wide open, and he couldn't even say a word. It turned out that he could still speak!

He remembered that when Jiang Yanzhi was young, he always didn't like to read and didn't listen to him. When the Master was assessing, he was so anxious that he wanted to give him a reminder, but that guy who was wandering every day could recite it backwards.

He has always been a little envious, and this younger brother is really smart.

Now, it’s not his darkness. Maybe there was a female ghost beside him and said something, and he followed him to read it!

The prince's thought flashed through his mind and immediately spat himself, what are you thinking about!

At this time, the female ghost had already started talking, "My surname is Zhao Lan, my husband's surname is Shi, and he is the second son of the Han Gong Mansion..."

After she said this, Min Weixiu immediately remembered, "Are you Shi Erlang's mother?"

Jiang Yanzhi shook his mouth aside and asked, "Weixiu, are you very familiar with Shi Er?"

Min Weixiu was not aware of it for a moment and did not realize that in Jiang Yanzhi's mouth, Min Wu had become Weixiu, and nodded, "My mother wanted to tell me about marriage before, so she mentioned the second brother of the Shi family. He and my eldest brother are good brothers who grew up together."

She is now extremely powerful. Her mother is worried that she will accidentally kill her husband and become a widow, so she specializes in picking up the kind of thick-skinned hobs and looking at her. What about Shi Erlang and Wubalang, they are all on her shortlist.

Shi Erlang's mother has been dead for almost ten years.

When Zhao Lan heard this, she looked at Min Weixiu excitedly, her eyes were red, "Miss Min Wu is a good girl, how can I deserve Shi Er?"

When Jiang Yanzhi heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied, "What do you mean by saying this? Do you dislike Weixiu? Your Shi Er Rang Man is not worthy of my Weixiu."

Zhao Lan was speechless. As a ghost, she still had the right to roll her eyes.

I'm the same as you said, all of whom I said that Shi Er is not worthy of Min Wu, why are you excited?

Zhao Lan did not dare to offend Jiang Yanzhi and said carefully: "The three kings are right."

She didn't dare to mention Min Weixiu anymore, and then hurried to talk about the old story, "I died unjustly. Although I was the eldest daughter-in-law, I was not rich in burial. Apart from the clothes on my body, there was only a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was a thing that my husband polished and gave me."

"Maybe I was unwilling to accept it. After I died, I became a ghost and held in the bronze mirror. I kept locked in the tomb, and the sun was dark. Until a few days ago, someone stole my tomb, and the bronze mirror was taken out and flowed into Zhang Yuan's hands."

"All this happened inexplicably."

Zhao Lan said, recalling what happened that day.

...

Zhang Yuan rushed into his room angrily, swept the rouge and water powder with his sleeves, and it made the scent of it.

She had a bad temper usually, and no one in the maids at home dared to come in to clean up, and they all knelt at the door and did not dare to move.

Zhang Yuan was quite angry, looked at his face in the bronze mirror, and started crying.

"Everyone is looking at Min Weixiu. I am obviously a friend of Lu Jingshu, and the Lu family has a grudge against her. I originally hated her, but what happened? I lost my face and actually gave her the benefit."

As she said, she picked up her pen and drew it a few randomly. A young lady in red dress could easily appear on the paper. It was obvious that she had painted it many times.

"It was the same when I was a child. It was Jiang Yanzhi who I met first, but Jiang Yanzhi could only see Min Weixiu from now on. Why? She is obviously bad in character and is still so fierce!"

"Since she grew up, she fell in love with the prince, why don't she continue to like it! If she married the prince, wouldn't I be able to marry Jiang Yanzhi!" She said, picked up the pen and smeared the villain on the paper hard.

Then he threw the pen and the ink splashed everywhere, splashing onto the bronze mirror.

"After all, men still look at their faces. Min Weixiu has a vixen face. No wonder Jiang Yanzhi was bewitched by her. It's hateful to me..."

Zhang Yuan said, slapped his face.

If she said she had something to hate in her life, it would be this big face.

Her mother is the wife of the house, and she was loved by her husband. As soon as she got married, she became pregnant. Everyone said she was a lucky person, but since she was born, her mother fell out of favor.

Because there were rumors everywhere in the mansion saying that her mother was unfaithful, otherwise, the faces of the old Zhang family would be good, and she looked strange. Her father even gave her a strange name...

This was like a slap on her face!

Zhang Yuan thought, picked up the iron hoop on the table and threw it on the ground with a bang, "If I could make my face smaller, I would rather live for ten years."

"I can exchange it with you."

Zhang Yuan was startled, and the hair on his body stood up. The sound was filled with a chill, like a sinister voice coming from the underworld.

"Who? Who is talking? If you don't come out, I'll call someone!" Zhang Yuan looked around, trembling and ready to call someone.

"Don't call someone, I'll change it with you. My face is small... Don't you like Jiang Yanzhi? If your face is small, maybe he will like you."

Zhang Yuan looked at him in the voice, frightened to his feet and fell to the ground...

There was a strange woman in the dressing mirror she used on a daily basis.

She was clearly looking in the mirror, but someone else appeared in the mirror.

"Do you want to? If you want, buy a paper-made person and put it under your bed, and then say gently, I want to, your wish will come true."

The woman in the mirror was actually talking. Zhang Yuan screamed, and the trembling servants outside the house rushed in and shouted, "Little Mom..."

Zhang Yuan covered her face with her hands and through the cracks of her nails, she found that the mirror had been as smooth as usual and there was nothing inside, as if the scene she had seen before was fake.

"Twist the mirror and smash it."

Zhang Yuan said, and when someone picked up the mirror, he said, "Forget it, put it in my warehouse and lock it up."

The servant took out the mirror and walked to the door. Zhang Yuan looked up at the painting hanging on the wall, and moved his fingers, "Forget it, just press it and put it on my desk."

The servant felt it was inexplicable, but he did not dare to disobey her wishes, so he had to follow suit and retreat.

That night, Zhang Yuan quietly found a paper man and put it on his bed as Zhao Lan said.

After tossing and turning for a long time, if she could marry Jiang Yanzhi, she would not even be afraid of losing her life for ten years. So what if she changed her face with ghosts?

What's more, the face in the mirror, she only saw it and felt that it would not be forgotten for a long time. It was a beautiful face.

She finally looked at the painting on the wall and said softly: "I do."
Chapter completed!