After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Cui Wang stretched out his hand and put on the cloak again.

Ten miles on the long street, the night lights are like daylight.

Mortals hawked along the street, monks came and went like the wind, suppressing Yuan Xi, Cui Wang walked quietly on this long street, no one knew that under this cloak, everyone in Xuan Cang realm praised the true monarch of Liwei.

He was like an erratic ghost, and no one in the crowd noticed him.

Only the ancestors whispered carefully in their ears:

"Little Wangwang? Little Wangwang?"

Cui Wang looked at the sky, the dark blue night sky, a bright moon hung high, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to Xinglong Temple for a long time, so he simply left Fengwu City and stepped directly on the steps of the main gate of Xinglong Temple. .

Xinglong Temple is hidden in the deep mountains, with few people and few incense sticks. The door was closed early, and there was only a deadly wind lantern on the corridor that was still spinning around.

"Buckle—"

"Who, knock on the door at night—"

With a creak, the door opened.

A young novice monk who was about ten years old peeked out of his Guangfore door, but saw a monk wearing a cloak standing in front of the door. He stood quietly, and when he saw him coming, he took off his cloak.

Under the moonlight, that handsome face was as recognizable as ever.

The little novice monk opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then put his hands together:

"True Jun is well."

The little novice hurriedly opened the door, and his small body stepped aside, watching the gray cloak of the visitor brush across the threshold:

"True monarch, or follow the old rules?"

"Well."

Xinglong Temple is extremely quiet at night, with the rustling of leaves and insects singing one after another. The little novice quietly followed a gray figure in front of him, wondering in his heart. The true king offered his parents' tablets to Xinglong Temple, except for the flying sword at the beginning of each year. The bureau gave a sum of incense money, and it usually came to the festival.

How can you suddenly visit in the middle of the night if you are not in the same year?

The little novice led Cui Wang to the side hall, and he took three sticks of incense, and he knew that he had retired. The true monarch never liked that other people stayed too much. Before the little novice left, he couldn’t help but look back. He always felt the truth today. Jun looks very worried and not very happy--

Although, most of the time, he was expressionless.

Cui Wang stood in the main hall, looking at the two memorial tablets juxtaposed in front of the Buddha——

This was the only thing he had preserved when he was involved in the cracks of space when he was young.

The monk has been out of reincarnation since he entered cultivation, and his whole life is one life.

But a mortal can still enter reincarnation, enter the six realms, and he doesn't know where his parents are now.

Enshrinement in front of the Buddha is just because of habit.

"Old ancestor, it's not strange to you, I obviously have no affection for them, but I still remember to take their tablets to go."

Cui Wang said.

The ancestors did not speak.

He didn't like the offspring in the ranking very much.

Xiao Wangwang's Aye died early. At the age of four, he was drunk and escorted to the river to die. Of course, the outside world doesn't know it, but he only said that he was jealous of talent.

"At the beginning of the Liang Dynasty, my Cui family has neither gained the merits of being from the dragon, but also squandered. It has fallen a step beforehand. It has the name of a family, but there is no real family. The Cui family is stunned, but even the meal is fast. I can't afford it, I can only rely on that face to deceive the little lady of the rich."

The ancestor breathed out from his nostrils:

"Yes, Cui Jue's face is half as handsome as you, deceiving the little girl, isn't it just a deception?"

"My mother-in-law appeared at that time."

The old ancestor stopped speaking. He appeared next to the great-grandson. It was after he retired and was beaten. At that time, the great-grandson was miserable, even worse than Xiaobaicai, father died, and mother died, in the Cui clan They were all a group of vampires. Seeing that he and the Zheng family could not be married, they simply occupied the little things left by his mother, and drove him to the ancestral hall for punishment, and wanted him to kneel and die in the ancestral hall.

Therefore, he really has no affection for the great-grandson's dad who is a prostitute.

"The Liu family's previous generation was just a merchant, but because of the dragon's merits and generous assistance to the emperor, he became a celebrity in front of the founding lord of the country, leading the sixth-ranked member of the foreign language, knowing the emperor's affairs, and soon gathered a large sum of money. My grandfather is a daughter who has not passed off an heir, and she has spoken to the outside world early. All the property of the Liu family belongs to my mother.

The ancestors gradually heard something.

The great-grandson never told him this before:

"So, you mean, at that time, my old Cui family was short of money, and your grandfather's family had money, so your dad, ah, is your dad to seduce your mother?"

Cui Wang was unaffected and continued:

"My Aye can say a few crooked poems, can talk about a few tunes, and has the good name of'Jiangbei Cui Yulang', my mother-in-law soon became moved. At that time, I got married, ten miles of red makeup, and my Cui family was heavy again. Back to Shengjing."

The old ancestor sighed. In this world, the things of the guilty man and the infatuated girl, even after thousands of years, the routine has not changed at all.

"So?"

Cui Wang looked at the word "Cui Jue" on the tablet:

"I, Aye, is cunning and witty in speaking. Even though he is ignorant and unrighteous, he is visible to him, but no one hates him. On the contrary, everyone has to say,'Jiangbei Cui Yulang is outstanding in style.' I looked at my mother, once. I was deceived by him again, and even he died in a glass of prostitute, thinking about his goodness."

"what do you mean……"

The old ancestors felt a little scent.

"My mother-in-law has been soaked in tears for the rest of her life."

Cui Wang sighed, "I'm very disappointed."

"..."

The old ancestor suddenly remembered an old news.

At that time, he followed his great-grandson, as if listening to the Cui family's next room said that this room was unlucky. The hostess fell into the river and died. The hostess actually died of illness instead of swallowing gold.

Before he died, he asked his son to go to the bedside, asking him to go to the Zheng family to propose a marriage. He thought he had arranged the funeral, so he followed.

However, he didn't take it seriously before.

"Little Wang looks at you..."

"Don't the ancestors think that this story sounds familiar?"

The ancestor suddenly understood.

No wonder he, the great-grandson of the boring gourd, cared so much when he got the Informed Gu, not the sentiment Gu, but the deceit after the sentiment Gu. He hated deceit, and also hated the same hypocritical pretense after deception as his Lao Tzu.

Therefore, from the very beginning, emotion was denied and sentimentality was recognized.

"Xiao Wangwang, you have been bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of the ropes. I think that young lady is sincere..."

Cui Wang suddenly took up his cloak, his eyes were dark, reflecting the leaping candlelight:

"Old ancestor, my mother-in-law has been foolish for a lifetime, and I haven't forgotten even death.

"I'm going to be a little better."