Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

There is no room for Jiang Peijun to regret and hesitate anymore, Feng Nian has asked Liao Ding to fetch the portrait that Liao Wenyi has handed down.

The portrait was packed in a brocade box, and the brocade box was covered with a layer of dust. Liao Ding brought a cloth, wiped off all the dust on the brocade box, and then handed it to Feng Nian.

Feng Nian directly took the brocade box with one hand, took out the portrait with the other, and opened the portrait in front of Jiang Peijun.

On the yellowed rice paper, the original ink scent was replaced by a strong musty smell, and there were still a few small moth-eaten holes around it. It seems that the descendants of Liao Wenyi did not pay attention to painting, at least they were the ancestors of the Liao family. What about posthumous works? Fortunately, in the center, the beauty in the portrait was not damaged at all. She was wearing a light yellow long dress, with a smile on her brows, and the pearl hairpin stuck in her black hair.

Seeing this portrait, Jiang Peijun put away its ferocious appearance and returned to a normal face, which was exactly the same as the beauty in the portrait. This portrait was painted by Liao Wenyi himself. Why, why did he paint himself.

Lavender light slowly wrapped around the portrait.

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Rows of books are neatly placed on wooden bookshelves. The room, which should have been spacious and bright, now felt gloomy and gloomy. A man in a dark black robe with sunken cheeks and sallow skin kept waving a pen on the rice paper. That man is Liao Wenyi.

Thin, curved eyebrows, a high nose, cherry-like lips, and the pearls on the pearl hairpin in the hair are also shining. The woman in this portrait is the person he loves the most in his life, and she still lacks eyes. He slowly recalled every good day he had spent with Jiang Peijun, and his heart was pierced like a knife. Finally, with trembling hands, he drew a pair of warm eyes. He remembered that Jiang Peijun had always looked at himself with such eyes.

"Peijun, mother said you died of a serious illness, why didn't you wait for me to see you for the last time?" Liao Wenyi's tears were stained on the portrait, and he blamed himself for not telling Jiang Peijun in advance that he was going out to run errands, otherwise he would not have seen her for the last time. I haven't seen it either.

Liao Wenyi kept telling his heart to the portrait he had painted, and he also told Jiang Peijun that he was the only male in the Liao family and had to marry a wife, and he would marry another girl tomorrow. But he will keep Jiang Peijun in his heart for the rest of his life, no one can replace her.

Jiang Peijun's face changed when he heard Liao Wenyi's words. Impossible, she was obviously trapped to death in the coffin on the night of Liao's wedding, why would Liao Wenyi say that.

The scene turned and Liao Wenyi's wife knelt down in front of his mother, who muttered to herself, "Pei Jun, it's my fault, please let me go."

Jiang Peijun remembered that during those days, after she turned into a lonely soul, she often appeared in front of Liao Wenyi's mother every night to demand her life. The old man fell ill after being frightened by her several times.

The mystic master of Liaojia Village came up with an idea for Liao Wenyi's mother, asking the Liao family to dig out Jiang Peijun's father's bones, expose the corpse to the wilderness, take out a human bone, and bury it next to Jiang Peijun's coffin, so that Jiang Peijun can be restrained The lonely soul of her, so that she no longer appears scary.

"It's quite poisonous. To dig out people who have already been buried in the ground. Your father's soul is disturbed, and he is your only elder. No wonder you are suppressed." Feng Nian looked disdainful. It's no wonder that Liaojia Village, which originally had the same mystic masters as Feng's Village, ended up with no one who could become a mystic. The method is too vicious, and the future generations will wither away.

Liao Wenyi's portrait was tainted with the atmosphere of that year, and Jiang Peijun learned everything.

It turned out that back then, Liao Wenyi's parents felt that Jiang Peijun, who had no father or mother, was not good enough for Liao Wenyi. Even if he wanted to stay in the Liao family, he could only serve as a concubine. But Liao Wenyi resisted all opinions. He could not disregard Jiang Peijun and her father's life-saving grace, let alone Jiang Peijun's deep affection for him. He insisted on marrying Jiang Peijun as his wife.

Unable to resist Liao Wenyi, the two elders of the Liao family had no choice but to agree temporarily. Liao's mother secretly found the most powerful master in Liaojia Village at that time, and wanted to find a way to get rid of Jiang Peijun without anyone noticing.

Master Liao suggested that it is possible to pretend to hold a wedding for Jiang Peijun, and bury Jiang Peijun in the village eye of Liaojia Village on the day of the wedding, which will not only bring subsequent development to Liaojia Village, but also fulfill Liao's mother's wish. The strategy of killing two birds with one stone, Liao's mother naturally did not refuse.

The screen just disappeared. Feng Nian knew that Jiang Peijun, who was standing beside her, had tears streaming down his face. It had hated and resented him for hundreds of years, and it turned out to be wrong. The resentment on it is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its light yellow long skirt was gradually dyed jet black, and centipedes slowly peeled off from it, but unlike the previous ones, these centipedes did not wander around after peeling off, but slowed down as if they were dead. It slowly turned into black smoke and drifted outward.

Jiang Peijun finally moved his mouth and seemed to speak, but no one heard the sound. Feng Nian, who was closest to it, saw the shape of its mouth, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is "thank you". The last trace of black floated into the bracelet in Feng Nian's hand, and there was another trace of purple on the bracelet.

Seeing that Jiang Peijun had disappeared, Liao Ding asked Feng Nian if Liao Xujun was all right. Feng Nian nodded, Jiang Peijun actually just turned into Liao Xujun's appearance, and attacked Liao Yihong's funeral one after another to scare people. The real couple Liao Xujun and Liao Jia should have been stunned by Jiang Peijun. Now that Jiang Peijun has disappeared and the stun spell has expired, she allows Liao Ding to call them to wake up.

Feng Nian asked Liao Ding to find someone to reseal Liao Yihong's coffin, and told him to choose a new date for Liao Yihong's burial. She pouted her mouth and signaled Feng Heng to take charge of this matter. Then he went straight out.

Feng Heng was stunned for a while, no, didn't he ask Feng Nian to help, why would he be responsible for the follow-up of the burial? Dare he be a **** wiper?

After Feng Nian left the follow-up in Liao Yihong's mourning hall to Feng Hengchu, she searched behind the Liao Family Temple. She suspected that something was wrong with the red coffin that trapped Jiang Peijun to death.

Sure enough, when she arrived, the old horse had already dug up the nearby soil with iron catalpa, and the inside was empty, and there was no trace of the big red coffin at all.

Someone took away the red coffin, which enabled Jiang Peijun to come out again to avenge Liao Wenyi's descendants.

"The coffin was taken in that direction." The old horse wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, and pointed his finger in another direction. The five days since Liao Yihong's death also proved that the red coffin was dug out and taken away five days ago. The soil was not buried deep enough and the traces of dragging could be clearly seen.

Feng Nian stood up straight and looked towards the direction the old horse was pointing at. She was very familiar with that direction, it was the location of Feng Family Village.