Chapter 136
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After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for Fu Qiuning and others to go out. Jin Zang Feng and Jin Zang Jiao had a holiday this afternoon and finished their homework early. At this time, they were not in the study, but sleeping in their own room and being taken care of by Yu Niang. Therefore, Fu Qiuning and Yu Jie didn't leave the room at all.
After waiting for an hour, everyone in the night wind Pavilion will turn off the lights and go to bed. Yang Ming was really helpless, so he had to float down from the wall, make a sharp ghost cry, and then float back to the room.
Sure enough, the ghost cry attracted Fu Qiuning's attention. Also succeeded in frightening all the people who didn't sleep in the night breeze Pavilion. However, all the people trembled and shrank in the room and dared not go out. What's more, the timid simply covered his head like a pheasant.
Unfortunately, Fu Qiuning was not them. Not only that, she always felt that it seemed strange. Therefore, regardless of the rain steps, she put on a silver red cloak outside her middle coat and walked out of the house.
The rain steps are really scared to death, but when will the unfaithful protector stay at this time? Therefore, she shivered and took Fu Qiuning's hand and followed her out. It looked like a bear bag. It was not so much the Lord as the Lord who protected her.
"Where are the wronged souls pestering here? Haven't they burned paper money?" Fu Qiuning went to the courtyard and asked in a deep voice. That kind of crying just now is indeed ghost crying. That's right, otherwise the wind can never make such a sharp sound, not to mention the end of spring. Where can such a north wind come from?.
Yang Ming floated again hard in front of her face, pinched his throat and said sadly, "don't close your eyes... Don't close your eyes..." as he said, he spit "bahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbah bahbah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Bah, It really makes me die... Bah, bah, you crow mouth
"Die in peace?" Fu Qiuning frowned, wondering if it was the soul of the concubine who was found adultery and sank into the pond in this hospital? Thinking of this, he said, "what about dying in peace? Are you here because you want to ask me for help? Are you short of money or something? If I can help, I will try my best." Alas! For the sake of all women, do what you can do.
What... What's going on? Want to help the ghost? Yang Ming almost fell from the tree, thinking that I have seen a lot today. There are such women in the world. Looking up at the opposite room, I saw that the little Marquis was trying to wriggle upward. It was obvious that he almost fell out of the room because of his wife's words.
"Die in peace... Die in peace..." Yang Ming didn't know how to react at all. He could only repeat these two words in a sharp voice.
"What's the use of shouting there? Can you close your eyes with a few shouts?" Fu Qiuning was impatient. He secretly said that since he had done it, he had to have the courage to bear the consequences. What's the matter with running out like this? I'm not afraid of you, but the servants in the yard are afraid. The ancient people's fear of ghosts and gods is very great. Don't mention the ancient people. Even in modern times, most people are also afraid of this thing?
Yang Ming is almost crying. He thinks what can I do if I don't shout? Young Marquis, can't you tell me what to do next? Oh, yes, if you have this skill, you can probably play a ghost by yourself.
When Yang Ming was so worried that he was about to hit the tree with his head, Fu Qiuning sat down on the steps and sighed: "I know, you are the soul in this yard, aren't you?"
What does Yang Mingxin think? Is there really a ghost in the night wind Pavilion of Hou's house? Now he was at a loss. Since Fu Qiuning had found a step for him, there was no reason why he didn't go down the slope. Therefore, he nodded quickly and screamed, "it's me. I can't close my eyes when I die..."
"Don't cry, as I said, isn't it also a death in peace?" Fu Qiuning impatiently interrupted him, suddenly thought of something like a Leng, turned his head and asked Yujie: "Yujie, look at her ghost?"
Facts have proved that having someone around who can keep calm at any time is very helpful to enhance courage. At least now the rain steps are not as afraid as before. She carefully identified the ghost standing on the branch and said suspiciously, "look at the long tongue. Should it be a hanging ghost?"
Yang Ming felt a deep sense of despair. Playing ghost scared people. He really felt that there was no need to continue. If he continued to play, it was not necessarily who frightened who.
However, the little Marquis opposite didn't mean to get up at all. It was obvious that he wanted him to continue his performance. Yang Ming was embarrassed to run away in vain, so he had to stand on the branch. Fortunately, the branch was soft, and he floated and sank with the branch, looking like a ghost.
But Fu Qiuning on the opposite side said in doubt, "Hanging Ghost? No, isn't the concubine in the yard sinking into the pond? It should be a water ghost. How can there be a hanging ghost?" Fu Qiuning looked at Yang Ming not far away in doubt: "ghost girl, are you sure you're not in the wrong place?"
what? Sink pond? Concubine? Yang Ming immediately pricked his ears. It is human nature to like gossip. When he was secretly shouting that he didn't expect such a thing in Hou's house, Fu Qiuning poured a basin of cold water on his head.
If I say I'm in the wrong place now, can I walk away? Yang Ming hesitated and took another look at the little marquis. He found that he had disappeared on the roof. Obviously, he also knew that the trend was gone. Yang Ming secretly raised his thumb and thought that he was worthy of being a little marquis. His grasp of the opportunity was wonderful. In that case, I should withdraw quickly.
"Grandma, she... She's leaving now?" Yujie looked at the ghost in surprise and flew out with a "Hoo", and her eyes widened: "really... Really gone, did you really go to the wrong place?" looking at her grandmother, Yujie's eyes twinkled with countless small stars: it's true that the wife worshipped grandma so much that she sent away a ghost in this way, Ghost, it's a real ghost.
Fu Qiuning didn't have the idea of rain steps at this time. She drew a soul in her heart and secretly said how can this thing be so strange? Since it's a ghost, how can you stand so far? Isn't it said in supernatural novels that ghosts like to float around most? But I didn't see her again except that she floated twice. What's more, she floats a little too fast, "whoosh" and "whoosh" over. Is there a ghost floating like this? Shouldn't it be all floating slowly, right?
"Well, go back to the house and sleep. If you're afraid, sleep with me."
Fu Qiuning stood up. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very strange. He seemed to detect something in his mind, but he couldn't catch it. I had to put it down temporarily, stand up and go back to bed with the rain steps.
The next day, there was a rumor of ghosts in the evening wind Pavilion. Of course, Yujie would not miss the opportunity to publicize the fearless image of his master. He talked vividly with those servants and only dropped everyone's surprised chin.
So, when Jin Fengju set foot in the evening wind Pavilion again, he finally lived up to his expectations and heard the discussion of the people sweeping the yard.
"What? There are ghosts in the evening breeze pavilion?" the young Marquis frowned and looked worried: "are you sure? How can there be ghosts? Is this an ominous place?"
The two servants immediately raised their chests: "it's all right, little Hou, don't worry. The ghost ran away after less than two words with his second grandmother. So the slaves are not afraid. The geomantic omen of the night breeze Pavilion is very good and must be very good. Otherwise, can there be such intelligent and brave people as the second grandmother and the young master?"
Jin Feng took a mouthful of blood and couldn't spray it out in her heart. She almost got an internal injury. Unexpectedly, Fu Qiuning's positive role would be so powerful. For a time, I felt full of words. I secretly complained about Yang Ming. Didn't you tell me you were a donkey down the slope? Qiuning said you went to the wrong place, so you pretended to go to the wrong place to retreat. How come now it has become a flight? God, you've lost your ghost face.
While secretly gritting his teeth in his heart, he came to the evening wind Pavilion. He saw Fu Qiuning lowering his head to read. Seeing him coming, he put down the book, smiled and stood up and said, "here comes the little Marquis? Rain steps, pour tea."
"What book are you reading?" Jin Fengju glanced at the book curiously. He had come to the evening breeze Pavilion so many times and had never seen Fu Qiuning read a book. Generally, she was doing work or embroidery, so he was curious to see her reading today.
"It's just some strange news." Fu Qiuning replied with a smile.
Jin Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "I heard that the night breeze Pavilion is haunted. What's going on?"
"I just read that even if there are ghosts in the world, there is also a gap between yin and Yang. Most of the so-called ghosts are disguised by people. What's more, they simply live in people's hearts, so what do you think when you say 'there are ghosts in your heart'?" Fu Qiuning personally took out the tea cup from the tea tray held by the rain step, put it in front of Jin Feng, and looked at him like water.
I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience. Jin Fengju felt that Fu Qiuning's vision was particularly sharp, as if he had seen through everything. He jumped in his heart, but his face remained unchanged. He smiled and said, "Qiuning said well, so many people scare themselves. However, these servants in your evening wind Pavilion may have been influenced by you, and they still have some courage one by one."
Fu Qiuning smiled gently, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently look at Jin Ming behind Jin Fengju. He is worthy of being the attendant of the little marquis. He has lived and died with him for so many years. Jin Ming's heart is clearly beating drums, but his face is as calm as ever. However, if he looks in the mirror, he will find that he should relax a little more. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for Fu Qiuning and others to go out. Jin Zang Feng and Jin Zang Jiao had a holiday this afternoon and finished their homework early. At this time, they were not in the study, but sleeping in their own room and being taken care of by Yu Niang. Therefore, Fu Qiuning and Yu Jie didn't leave the room at all.
After waiting for an hour, everyone in the night wind Pavilion will turn off the lights and go to bed. Yang Ming was really helpless, so he had to float down from the wall, make a sharp ghost cry, and then float back to the room.
Sure enough, the ghost cry attracted Fu Qiuning's attention. Also succeeded in frightening all the people who didn't sleep in the night breeze Pavilion. However, all the people trembled and shrank in the room and dared not go out. What's more, the timid simply covered his head like a pheasant.
Unfortunately, Fu Qiuning was not them. Not only that, she always felt that it seemed strange. Therefore, regardless of the rain steps, she put on a silver red cloak outside her middle coat and walked out of the house.
The rain steps are really scared to death, but when will the unfaithful protector stay at this time? Therefore, she shivered and took Fu Qiuning's hand and followed her out. It looked like a bear bag. It was not so much the Lord as the Lord who protected her.
"Where are the wronged souls pestering here? Haven't they burned paper money?" Fu Qiuning went to the courtyard and asked in a deep voice. That kind of crying just now is indeed ghost crying. That's right, otherwise the wind can never make such a sharp sound, not to mention the end of spring. Where can such a north wind come from?.
Yang Ming floated again hard in front of her face, pinched his throat and said sadly, "don't close your eyes... Don't close your eyes..." as he said, he spit "bahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbah bahbah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Bah, It really makes me die... Bah, bah, you crow mouth
"Die in peace?" Fu Qiuning frowned, wondering if it was the soul of the concubine who was found adultery and sank into the pond in this hospital? Thinking of this, he said, "what about dying in peace? Are you here because you want to ask me for help? Are you short of money or something? If I can help, I will try my best." Alas! For the sake of all women, do what you can do.
What... What's going on? Want to help the ghost? Yang Ming almost fell from the tree, thinking that I have seen a lot today. There are such women in the world. Looking up at the opposite room, I saw that the little Marquis was trying to wriggle upward. It was obvious that he almost fell out of the room because of his wife's words.
"Die in peace... Die in peace..." Yang Ming didn't know how to react at all. He could only repeat these two words in a sharp voice.
"What's the use of shouting there? Can you close your eyes with a few shouts?" Fu Qiuning was impatient. He secretly said that since he had done it, he had to have the courage to bear the consequences. What's the matter with running out like this? I'm not afraid of you, but the servants in the yard are afraid. The ancient people's fear of ghosts and gods is very great. Don't mention the ancient people. Even in modern times, most people are also afraid of this thing?
Yang Ming is almost crying. He thinks what can I do if I don't shout? Young Marquis, can't you tell me what to do next? Oh, yes, if you have this skill, you can probably play a ghost by yourself.
When Yang Ming was so worried that he was about to hit the tree with his head, Fu Qiuning sat down on the steps and sighed: "I know, you are the soul in this yard, aren't you?"
What does Yang Mingxin think? Is there really a ghost in the night wind Pavilion of Hou's house? Now he was at a loss. Since Fu Qiuning had found a step for him, there was no reason why he didn't go down the slope. Therefore, he nodded quickly and screamed, "it's me. I can't close my eyes when I die..."
"Don't cry, as I said, isn't it also a death in peace?" Fu Qiuning impatiently interrupted him, suddenly thought of something like a Leng, turned his head and asked Yujie: "Yujie, look at her ghost?"
Facts have proved that having someone around who can keep calm at any time is very helpful to enhance courage. At least now the rain steps are not as afraid as before. She carefully identified the ghost standing on the branch and said suspiciously, "look at the long tongue. Should it be a hanging ghost?"
Yang Ming felt a deep sense of despair. Playing ghost scared people. He really felt that there was no need to continue. If he continued to play, it was not necessarily who frightened who.
However, the little Marquis opposite didn't mean to get up at all. It was obvious that he wanted him to continue his performance. Yang Ming was embarrassed to run away in vain, so he had to stand on the branch. Fortunately, the branch was soft, and he floated and sank with the branch, looking like a ghost.
But Fu Qiuning on the opposite side said in doubt, "Hanging Ghost? No, isn't the concubine in the yard sinking into the pond? It should be a water ghost. How can there be a hanging ghost?" Fu Qiuning looked at Yang Ming not far away in doubt: "ghost girl, are you sure you're not in the wrong place?"
what? Sink pond? Concubine? Yang Ming immediately pricked his ears. It is human nature to like gossip. When he was secretly shouting that he didn't expect such a thing in Hou's house, Fu Qiuning poured a basin of cold water on his head.
If I say I'm in the wrong place now, can I walk away? Yang Ming hesitated and took another look at the little marquis. He found that he had disappeared on the roof. Obviously, he also knew that the trend was gone. Yang Ming secretly raised his thumb and thought that he was worthy of being a little marquis. His grasp of the opportunity was wonderful. In that case, I should withdraw quickly.
"Grandma, she... She's leaving now?" Yujie looked at the ghost in surprise and flew out with a "Hoo", and her eyes widened: "really... Really gone, did you really go to the wrong place?" looking at her grandmother, Yujie's eyes twinkled with countless small stars: it's true that the wife worshipped grandma so much that she sent away a ghost in this way, Ghost, it's a real ghost.
Fu Qiuning didn't have the idea of rain steps at this time. She drew a soul in her heart and secretly said how can this thing be so strange? Since it's a ghost, how can you stand so far? Isn't it said in supernatural novels that ghosts like to float around most? But I didn't see her again except that she floated twice. What's more, she floats a little too fast, "whoosh" and "whoosh" over. Is there a ghost floating like this? Shouldn't it be all floating slowly, right?
"Well, go back to the house and sleep. If you're afraid, sleep with me."
Fu Qiuning stood up. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very strange. He seemed to detect something in his mind, but he couldn't catch it. I had to put it down temporarily, stand up and go back to bed with the rain steps.
The next day, there was a rumor of ghosts in the evening wind Pavilion. Of course, Yujie would not miss the opportunity to publicize the fearless image of his master. He talked vividly with those servants and only dropped everyone's surprised chin.
So, when Jin Fengju set foot in the evening wind Pavilion again, he finally lived up to his expectations and heard the discussion of the people sweeping the yard.
"What? There are ghosts in the evening breeze pavilion?" the young Marquis frowned and looked worried: "are you sure? How can there be ghosts? Is this an ominous place?"
The two servants immediately raised their chests: "it's all right, little Hou, don't worry. The ghost ran away after less than two words with his second grandmother. So the slaves are not afraid. The geomantic omen of the night breeze Pavilion is very good and must be very good. Otherwise, can there be such intelligent and brave people as the second grandmother and the young master?"
Jin Feng took a mouthful of blood and couldn't spray it out in her heart. She almost got an internal injury. Unexpectedly, Fu Qiuning's positive role would be so powerful. For a time, I felt full of words. I secretly complained about Yang Ming. Didn't you tell me you were a donkey down the slope? Qiuning said you went to the wrong place, so you pretended to go to the wrong place to retreat. How come now it has become a flight? God, you've lost your ghost face.
While secretly gritting his teeth in his heart, he came to the evening wind Pavilion. He saw Fu Qiuning lowering his head to read. Seeing him coming, he put down the book, smiled and stood up and said, "here comes the little Marquis? Rain steps, pour tea."
"What book are you reading?" Jin Fengju glanced at the book curiously. He had come to the evening breeze Pavilion so many times and had never seen Fu Qiuning read a book. Generally, she was doing work or embroidery, so he was curious to see her reading today.
"It's just some strange news." Fu Qiuning replied with a smile.
Jin Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "I heard that the night breeze Pavilion is haunted. What's going on?"
"I just read that even if there are ghosts in the world, there is also a gap between yin and Yang. Most of the so-called ghosts are disguised by people. What's more, they simply live in people's hearts, so what do you think when you say 'there are ghosts in your heart'?" Fu Qiuning personally took out the tea cup from the tea tray held by the rain step, put it in front of Jin Feng, and looked at him like water.
I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience. Jin Fengju felt that Fu Qiuning's vision was particularly sharp, as if he had seen through everything. He jumped in his heart, but his face remained unchanged. He smiled and said, "Qiuning said well, so many people scare themselves. However, these servants in your evening wind Pavilion may have been influenced by you, and they still have some courage one by one."
Fu Qiuning smiled gently, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently look at Jin Ming behind Jin Fengju. He is worthy of being the attendant of the little marquis. He has lived and died with him for so many years. Jin Ming's heart is clearly beating drums, but his face is as calm as ever. However, if he looks in the mirror, he will find that he should relax a little more. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for Fu Qiuning and others to go out. Jin Zang Feng and Jin Zang Jiao had a holiday this afternoon and finished their homework early. At this time, they were not in the study, but sleeping in their own room and being taken care of by Yu Niang. Therefore, Fu Qiuning and Yu Jie didn't leave the room at all.After waiting for an hour, everyone in the night wind Pavilion will turn off the lights and go to bed. Yang Ming was really helpless, so he had to float down from the wall, make a sharp ghost cry, and then float back to the room.Sure enough, the ghost cry attracted Fu Qiuning's attention. Also succeeded in frightening all the people who didn't sleep in the night breeze Pavilion. However, all the people trembled and shrank in the room and dared not go out. What's more, the timid simply covered his head like a pheasant.Unfortunately, Fu Qiuning was not them. Not only that, she always felt that it seemed strange. Therefore, regardless of the rain steps, she put on a silver red cloak outside her middle coat and walked out of the house.The rain steps are really scared to death, but when will the unfaithful protector stay at this time? Therefore, she shivered and took Fu Qiuning's hand and followed her out. It looked like a bear bag. It was not so much the Lord as the Lord who protected her."Where are the wronged souls pestering here? Haven't they burned paper money?" Fu Qiuning went to the courtyard and asked in a deep voice. That kind of crying just now is indeed ghost crying. That's right, otherwise the wind can never make such a sharp sound, not to mention the end of spring. Where can such a north wind come from?.Yang Ming floated again hard in front of her face, pinched his throat and said sadly, "don't close your eyes... Don't close your eyes..." as he said, he spit "bahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbah bahbah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Bah, It really makes me die... Bah, bah, you crow mouth"Die in peace?" Fu Qiuning frowned, wondering if it was the soul of the concubine who was found adultery and sank into the pond in this hospital? Thinking of this, he said, "what about dying in peace? Are you here because you want to ask me for help? Are you short of money or something? If I can help, I will try my best." Alas! For the sake of all women, do what you can do.What... What's going on? Want to help the ghost? Yang Ming almost fell from the tree, thinking that I have seen a lot today. There are such women in the world. Looking up at the opposite room, I saw that the little Marquis was trying to wriggle upward. It was obvious that he almost fell out of the room because of his wife's words."Die in peace... Die in peace..." Yang Ming didn't know how to react at all. He could only repeat these two words in a sharp voice."What's the use of shouting there? Can you close your eyes with a few shouts?" Fu Qiuning was impatient. He secretly said that since he had done it, he had to have the courage to bear the consequences. What's the matter with running out like this? I'm not afraid of you, but the servants in the yard are afraid. The ancient people's fear of ghosts and gods is very great. Don't mention the ancient people. Even in modern times, most people are also afraid of this thing?Yang Ming is almost crying. He thinks what can I do if I don't shout? Young Marquis, can't you tell me what to do next? Oh, yes, if you have this skill, you can probably play a ghost by yourself.When Yang Ming was so worried that he was about to hit the tree with his head, Fu Qiuning sat down on the steps and sighed: "I know, you are the soul in this yard, aren't you?"What does Yang Mingxin think? Is there really a ghost in the night wind Pavilion of Hou's house? Now he was at a loss. Since Fu Qiuning had found a step for him, there was no reason why he didn't go down the slope. Therefore, he nodded quickly and screamed, "it's me. I can't close my eyes when I die...""Don't cry, as I said, isn't it also a death in peace?" Fu Qiuning impatiently interrupted him, suddenly thought of something like a Leng, turned his head and asked Yujie: "Yujie, look at her ghost?"Facts have proved that having someone around who can keep calm at any time is very helpful to enhance courage. At least now the rain steps are not as afraid as before. She carefully identified the ghost standing on the branch and said suspiciously, "look at the long tongue. Should it be a hanging ghost?"Yang Ming felt a deep sense of despair. Playing ghost scared people. He really felt that there was no need to continue. If he continued to play, it was not necessarily who frightened who.However, the little Marquis opposite didn't mean to get up at all. It was obvious that he wanted him to continue his performance. Yang Ming was embarrassed to run away in vain, so he had to stand on the branch. Fortunately, the branch was soft, and he floated and sank with the branch, looking like a ghost.But Fu Qiuning on the opposite side said in doubt, "Hanging Ghost? No, isn't the concubine in the yard sinking into the pond? It should be a water ghost. How can there be a hanging ghost?" Fu Qiuning looked at Yang Ming not far away in doubt: "ghost girl, are you sure you're not in the wrong place?"what? Sink pond? Concubine? Yang Ming immediately pricked his ears. It is human nature to like gossip. When he was secretly shouting that he didn't expect such a thing in Hou's house, Fu Qiuning poured a basin of cold water on his head.If I say I'm in the wrong place now, can I walk away? Yang Ming hesitated and took another look at the little marquis. He found that he had disappeared on the roof. Obviously, he also knew that the trend was gone. Yang Ming secretly raised his thumb and thought that he was worthy of being a little marquis. His grasp of the opportunity was wonderful. In that case, I should withdraw quickly."Grandma, she... She's leaving now?" Yujie looked at the ghost in surprise and flew out with a "Hoo", and her eyes widened: "really... Really gone, did you really go to the wrong place?" looking at her grandmother, Yujie's eyes twinkled with countless small stars: it's true that the wife worshipped grandma so much that she sent away a ghost in this way, Ghost, it's a real ghost.Fu Qiuning didn't have the idea of rain steps at this time. She drew a soul in her heart and secretly said how can this thing be so strange? Since it's a ghost, how can you stand so far? Isn't it said in supernatural novels that ghosts like to float around most? But I didn't see her again except that she floated twice. What's more, she floats a little too fast, "whoosh" and "whoosh" over. Is there a ghost floating like this? Shouldn't it be all floating slowly, right?"Well, go back to the house and sleep. If you're afraid, sleep with me."Fu Qiuning stood up. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very strange. He seemed to detect something in his mind, but he couldn't catch it. I had to put it down temporarily, stand up and go back to bed with the rain steps.The next day, there was a rumor of ghosts in the evening wind Pavilion. Of course, Yujie would not miss the opportunity to publicize the fearless image of his master. He talked vividly with those servants and only dropped everyone's surprised chin.So, when Jin Fengju set foot in the evening wind Pavilion again, he finally lived up to his expectations and heard the discussion of the people sweeping the yard."What? There are ghosts in the evening breeze pavilion?" the young Marquis frowned and looked worried: "are you sure? How can there be ghosts? Is this an ominous place?"The two servants immediately raised their chests: "it's all right, little Hou, don't worry. The ghost ran away after less than two words with his second grandmother. So the slaves are not afraid. The geomantic omen of the night breeze Pavilion is very good and must be very good. Otherwise, can there be such intelligent and brave people as the second grandmother and the young master?"Jin Feng took a mouthful of blood and couldn't spray it out in her heart. She almost got an internal injury. Unexpectedly, Fu Qiuning's positive role would be so powerful. For a time, I felt full of words. I secretly complained about Yang Ming. Didn't you tell me you were a donkey down the slope? Qiuning said you went to the wrong place, so you pretended to go to the wrong place to retreat. How come now it has become a flight? God, you've lost your ghost face.While secretly gritting his teeth in his heart, he came to the evening wind Pavilion. He saw Fu Qiuning lowering his head to read. Seeing him coming, he put down the book, smiled and stood up and said, "here comes the little Marquis? Rain steps, pour tea.""What book are you reading?" Jin Fengju glanced at the book curiously. He had come to the evening breeze Pavilion so many times and had never seen Fu Qiuning read a book. Generally, she was doing work or embroidery, so he was curious to see her reading today."It's just some strange news." Fu Qiuning replied with a smile.Jin Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "I heard that the night breeze Pavilion is haunted. What's going on?""I just read that even if there are ghosts in the world, there is also a gap between yin and Yang. Most of the so-called ghosts are disguised by people. What's more, they simply live in people's hearts, so what do you think when you say 'there are ghosts in your heart'?" Fu Qiuning personally took out the tea cup from the tea tray held by the rain step, put it in front of Jin Feng, and looked at him like water.I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience. Jin Fengju felt that Fu Qiuning's vision was particularly sharp, as if he had seen through everything. He jumped in his heart, but his face remained unchanged. He smiled and said, "Qiuning said well, so many people scare themselves. However, these servants in your evening wind Pavilion may have been influenced by you, and they still have some courage one by one."Fu Qiuning smiled gently, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently look at Jin Ming behind Jin Fengju. He is worthy of being the attendant of the little marquis. He has lived and died with him for so many years. Jin Ming's heart is clearly beating drums, but his face is as calm as ever. However, if he looks in the mirror, he will find that he should relax a little more. to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.
