Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 824 You Are Afraid of Old Ghosts
The cold moon was still hanging high, and when Xiahou Lingche came to Nan Surou's room, Nan Surou didn't see anything strange on his face.

Xiahou Lingche was not at all surprised by her call either.

October stared at the two of them for a moment, then backed out after a while.

Nan Surou stood up, walked to Xiahou Lingche, and said in a low voice: "Is there any place that allows only the two of us to know the conversation between the two of us?"

Nan Surou's words were oblique, but Xiahou Lingche understood her meaning immediately.

Nan Surou is afraid of October.

The corner of Xiahou Lingche's lips twitched, and said, "The kitchen."

The fire in the kitchen has never stopped, and the crackling sound combined with the sound of the wind can make the words of the soft-spoken person covered up, but Xiahou Lingche's meaning is not because the voice is covered up, but a hint that using fire You can use the charcoal in your room to write, and you don't need to communicate with words, so you don't have to be afraid of being known.

Nan Surou understood what he meant, so she nodded, put on her cloak, and followed Xiahou Lingche to the kitchen.

In the middle of the night, Yunai was imprisoned by Shiyue and would not step into the kitchen casually, while Xiahou Lingche and Nan Surou were free here.

Xiahou Lingche and Nan Surou stepped into the kitchen one after the other.

The kitchen smelled of fragrant spice stewed ingredients. It was a soup that must be boiled every day in October. The ingredients had just been put down, and there were keel and some herbs in it.

The place was still clean and tidy, Nan Surou followed Xiahou Lingche to the stove under the pot of soup.

Xiahou Lingche took out a branch from the pile of firewood next to him, put it in the fire for a while, then took out a piece of white silk from his bosom, and gently left a line of bold characters on it: You are afraid of old ghosts .

Nan Surou also took a twig and burned it, leaving a beautiful handwriting on it: yes.

Nan Surou is familiar with this kind of communication method.

Xiahou Lingche also adapted easily, and the two began to communicate silently.

"Call me late at night, there must be something important?"

"Did you ask him to save me? Have you noticed that he is much older now?" When Nan Surou wrote this, she raised her eyes and stared at Xiahou Lingche.

Seeing this sentence, Xiahou Lingche's beautiful eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and quickly wrote on his hand, "I begged him to save you, when you first fainted."

Nan Surou quickly spoke on the street again, "Then, you once said that I have never lived many lives after being reborn. Didn't you ever think of asking Shiyue to save me then?"

After saying this, Xiahou Lingche's frown deepened. He looked at the words on the silk handkerchief, and then at Nan Surou's complexion. His expression was very serious. He wrote flamboyantly, "I once begged I have passed him several times, but he has always been helpless, and for some reason, he can be saved in this life."

"Could it be that he actually has previous memories?" Nan Surou couldn't help writing.

"No, I've tried a lot, and I'm sure he has no memory of his previous life." Xiahou Lingche seemed to be thinking about something, frowning deeply.

In other words, before October, it should be possible to save people, but they never said that they were helpless.

...Why October would do such a thing, I don't understand at all.

Xiahou Lingche can deduce many problems because he knows more inside information.

Suddenly, Xiahou Lingche seemed to think of something shocking, and tremblingly wrote on the silk handkerchief, "Although it feels incredible, but... it seems... every life before you die, I have looked for him... not long ago You will die..."

Nan Surou immediately responded, "But my body is much better now than before..."

"Maybe it's an illusion..." Xiahou Lingche looked nervous when he wrote this sentence. After confirming that Nan Surou had finished reading, he immediately threw the silk handkerchief full of carbon black into the stove in front of him. The silk handkerchief was instantly incinerated.

After doing such things, Xiahou Lingche took out a new white silk again and handed it to Nan Surou.

"That means he has other plans?" Nan Surou wrote again.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out..." Xiahou Lingche responded.

Nan Surou frowned, and couldn't help but write down, "Why can I remember things from my previous life in this life? Is it really because you said that you are too boring, so you want to do this?"

Xiahou Lingche also frowned, "No, to be honest, I don't remember."

what?
Nan Surou looked at Xiahou Lingche in shock, was that bastard lying?
Xiahou Lingche didn't feel embarrassed when she stared at her strange eyes, and wrote again: "I just said some prevarication words casually, and I wonder why I can't remember, but I know that I must There is a reason."

"Okay, I'll ask questions one by one." Nan Surou wrote down quickly.

Xiahou Lingche dragged his chin with one hand, glanced at the words, then at Nan Surou, and nodded.

"We are husband and wife every life?" Nan Surou picked up the burnt black branch and wrote.

Xiahou Lingche frowned, then nodded.

Nan Surou wrote again: "Is it because having sex with me will increase your skill?"

Xiahou Lingche nodded again.

"..." After staring at Xiahou Lingche for a while, he made sure that he was not lying, and then continued.

"Then why didn't you marry me sooner?"

As soon as this question came up, Xiahou Lingche was obviously puzzled. He pondered for a while before stretching out his hand and writing: "I have no ability."

When he wrote such a sentence, Nan Surou was obviously surprised.

"why?"

"Because of the old ghost."

When writing this, the two looked at each other.

They saw each other's thoughts in each other's eyes.

Xiahou Lingche stiffly and quickly wrote down a sentence: "The old ghost wants you."

Nan Surou responded immediately: "Cheng, as you said, the possibility that October's behavior is a conspiracy is very high."

"The fact that you are bound to die in every life is probably the result of a strong will, and I should have discovered something in the previous life, trying to make you remember the memory of the previous life, but I don't remember the whole story." Xia Hou Lingche finished writing quickly After confirming that Nan Surou had finished reading it, she immediately threw the handkerchief full of words into the fire.

After incinerating the silk handkerchief, Xiahou Lingche stretched his hand into his bosom again, but he could no longer touch the replacement silk handkerchief, and his complexion became a little ugly.

Such a scene seemed a bit funny to Nan Surou, Xiahou Lingche was a man, it was already a very strange thing to be able to carry two white handkerchiefs, and he was not a pervert, so naturally it was impossible to carry a dozen.

The corners of Nan Surou's lips curled up, and she took out the white silk from her sleeve that was specially used as a deed of prostitution, and wrote: I know that you are very anxious in your heart, because there is no guarantee that October will not regard you as the next target. If you think about it, what do you think?
Suddenly, Xiahou Lingche tore off the silk handkerchief he was communicating with and threw it into the fire.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Surou found herself standing up from a squatting position being pulled by Xiahou Lingche.

The sleeves of the two people are very long. If there are others around now, they will think that they are holding hands and being intimate under the long sleeves, but only two people know that this is not the case.

Nan Surou could feel that Xiahou Lingche's unfinished words were passing through his fingertips, leaving marks on her palm—the old ghost is here...

Feeling the wetness and coldness from Xiahou Lingche's fingertips, Nan Surou frowned slightly.

... Xiahou Lingche has always been a calm person.

...But after mentioning October's weird behavior just now, he almost lost his usual calm.

(End of this chapter)