Chapter 1841 Meng Jiao'e!

Ling'er nodded: "Naihe Bridge by the Wangchuan River, Meng Jiao'e under the Naihe Bridge!"

Meng Jiao'e? Chu Yan had only heard the legend, but there was a woman named Meng sitting under the bridge. She was an ugly old woman, how could she become Meng Jiao'e again?

Ling'er rolled her eyes and said, "Can't people be called Meng Jiao'e? Even if she is ugly and old, can't her name be beautiful?"

Chu Yan shrugged, "What about her, what does it have to do with me?"

Ling'er ignored him and continued: "But I heard that the current Madam Meng is a beautiful woman, and it is strange to say that generally good-looking girls are not willing to be Madam Meng. , Year after year, what's the point? It's better to reincarnate."

"There is always a reason, there is nothing in the world without a reason." Chu Yan said lightly, and caught a glimpse of a slender figure in his eyes.

Wearing court ladies' clothes and combing the harem's concubine's hair in a bun, only a back view made his heart suddenly tremble.

In his heart, there has always been a person, a woman he has never seen with his own eyes, but only in a few portraits.

This back figure was exactly the same as the painting he had hidden in his heart.

Ling'er murmured, "Meng Jiao'e's clothes are so beautiful, and her hair is well combed. I don't know what age it is."

Chu Yan didn't seem to hear Linger's words, and walked straight to Naihe Bridge.

He walked behind Madam Meng step by step, stopped at a distance from Madam Meng, and stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar back.

Ling'er rushed to his side and pulled him hard: "Are you crazy? Madam Meng is not a ghost. Her mana is much higher than a ghost. When you appear in front of her like this, she can see you at a glance."

Linger pulled her to go, but Chu Yan stood there like a stake, not moving.

Madam Meng, who was delivering the soup to the ghosts in the queue, suddenly stopped the movement in her hands, and her slender figure slowly turned around like a machine.

Xiaoling was so anxious that she was about to cast a spell to take Chu Yan away, but Madam Meng had already said, "Since you're here, why do you need to leave?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiaoling's fingers holding Jue froze, unable to move at all.

Madam Meng finally turned around, and her eyes met the young man who was staring at her.

The icy smile on Granny Meng's face suddenly froze.

Chu Yan was also shocked, the face in front of him was clearly the same as the face in the portrait.

Even the clothes are the same.

He was just an ordinary person, and he could only see this face, this familiar and specious face.

But Madam Meng was a Madam Meng who had been in this underworld for hundreds of years. Her mana was powerful, and her eyes could see through the past and present of the soul.

She opened her mouth, her red lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

For seven hundred years, she refused to enter reincarnation, refused to reincarnate, and did everything she could to stay, wasn't she just for this moment?

"What are you, how—" She only said five words, and she couldn't say anything else.

I don't know what to say, I don't know where to start.

"Why are you here?" Chu Yan asked suddenly.

Po Meng smiled bitterly and shook her head gently: "It's nothing, I want to be here, so I will be here."

Linger was dumbfounded, they actually knew each other? how can that be? Po Meng has existed here for seven hundred years, how could she know Chu Yan?

Chu Yan didn't believe it: "Why are you wearing the palace dress of the state of Chu? Why are you combing Concubine Chu's hair in a bun, and why—by the Naihe bridge?" Do it for hundreds of years?