Chapter 27: Micro-style, Qinghu does not return 1

After a late spring cold, the weather really got better. The grass in the small courtyard of Yuezhai has changed to green, and even the spring seems to be clearer.

The day before yesterday, Han Ru came to the store angrily to question the change of the knife. The two of them pretended to be stupid. Although they knew that they had tampering and had no evidence, and that the sword in their hands was sharper than before, there was nothing wrong, so they swallowed the suspicion back into their stomachs.

In fact, recalling the dream of being confused on the battlefield, he could probably find out what the sword was, but... How did such an expensive thing get into his hands? The owner of the sword did not seem to transfer the sword to Wei Tanyi. If he changed his hand, it would be strange to give himself with the person's personality.

This is taking advantage of it. Han Ruxu is calm on the surface, but he thinks that his eyelids are jumping. Maybe it's money or not a disaster.

"Lord Han smiled so happily. Something good must have happened?" Si Si fanned a fire on the side and asked coldly.

"Eh?" Han Ruqi subconsciously touched his face, "Did I laugh?" He is not so happy. Si Si frowned at him and said, "Laugh, I heard the sound."

Wei Tanyi, who was pretending to be lying beside him, didn't open his eyes and said lazily, "If you want to hear the story, just say it directly. Lord Han's not smart, and it's not good to be fooled by you." Who doesn't have a good brain!" It's really strange to say something bad for no reason.

Jing Si pouted and pouted. She was completely the coquettishness of a ten-year-old girl, but when she remembered that she was 600 years old, Han Ruxu felt cold behind her back - and I don't know what she looked like. There is no good thing, but there is one bad thing. But it may be a good thing for you." He doesn't want to see her act coquettish at all. Of course, he is angry and doesn't want to see it.

"There are frequent strange things in the capital. Rumors in the market have spread to the emperor's ears. The emperor seems to be a little afraid of ghosts, so he ordered to build an altar in the northwest of the capital and allow people to sacrifice ghosts and gods once a year."

"Well."

"...isn't it not happy?"

Wei Tanyi sneered: "What's there to be happy about? Now I'm afraid and repent, and the crimes committed by what I did in those years will not disappear. What's more, the ghost is detained in the world. It's just a wish. Who cares whether you sacrifice or not.

"But it's always a good thing to loosen the rules," Han Ru said puzzledly. "The emperor himself has changed, and there is a reason for everything below."

"That's not the case, Lord Han, you think of your emperor's master too simply. - Si Si, it's okay."

According to her words, she filled the boiling water and came to the table to order tea. Wei Tanyi looked at her movements, but said, "Build an altar and allow everyone to sacrifice ghosts and gods to pray for peace. Everyone can go, so there is no need to hire a wizard or other rituals. People like me and Elder Le still live a dark life. From the beginning, the emperor just wanted to kill people who knew magic. Ghosts and gods exist, which he himself knows.

Han Ruqi frowned: "Who is it to block people who know magic?"

"Of course, all people."

"There must be a cause, right?"

Wei Tanyi shook his head unexpectedly: "I don't know."

This "I don't know" can be completely the same as "I don't tell you". Han Ruqi doesn't believe that there are still things he doesn't know. Hundreds and thousands of years ago, he can talk well in a few words. The legends of allusions that ordinary people don't know are easily picked up. Will such people not know what happened after they were born? It's a joke.

"Is there any movement on Yiwang's side? Hearing the news, the old fox should be very happy, right?"

Han Ruqi glanced at him suspiciously: "What do you care about him?"

Wei Tanyi took it for granted and said, "The prince and I have been friends for several years. Can't we inquire about our opponents for him?"

"I'm afraid it will not be good if the altar is built." Si Si suddenly interrupted.

"Why is it not good?" It's a good thing no matter how you look at it.

Si Si returned to the stove and held the handle of the fu fan between his palms: "The emperor believes that there are ghosts and is afraid of ghosts. He will definitely find a trusted wizard to pretend to be an ordinary person to guard there, sweep the floor during the day, and use it as a stronghold at night to catch all the ghosts in the streets and alleys in the capital. Master, you..."

Wei Tanyi obviously forgot that there was such a side. He was stunned, his eyes slightly blurred, and his face became solemn.

"The ghosts all over the city are not clean, so as not to have an accident in three days."

"Lord Han," Guisi seriously accused, "If you were a ghost, you wouldn't say that. Most ghosts are just trying to find a way to achieve their wishes without harming others. After all, they have lived.

Finding that he forgot that there was a ghost standing in the store, Han Ruqi touched his nose in awe: "It's really too much to forcibly disperse them."

It's more than that. Quisi secretly stared at Wei Tanyi - the ghost was gone. What did he eat?

"There is," Wei Tanyi suddenly showed his face, "Since he wants to find someone to fight with me, I will accompany him to the end."

Han Ruqi was worried that this guy wanted to do something terrible again.

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The harsh words were released, but in the next few days, I didn't see any action of Wei Tanyi. I was still sitting in the store all day long. I don't know where to play a pipe of flute and babbling. Si Si hid in the backyard annoyingly, and the guests who came to the door were also driven away.

While everyone avoids it, there is always a person sitting down and listening on the steps at the door. It's not strange when he doesn't blow well. When he blows smoothly, he can still see him crying.

Wei Tanyi knew his crying and didn't ask. He just kept practicing until his neighbors couldn't stand it and invited him to go to a place where no one was empty.

The reeds by the Deer River pulled out the new buds and rustled against the spring breeze. Wei Tanyi walked in front, and the people who listened to the song followed.

"Do you think this song sounds good?" When he walked to the uninhabited place in the four fields, Wei Tanyi asked.

The man lowered his head and replied for a long time, "It sounds very sad. It will make me homesick and miss my wife and children."

Wei Tanyi is silent. After waking up the original dye, he accidentally listened to a section he played. He was very surprised because he was unconsciously in tears, so he asked for the music score.

"This song is called Hansha Luoyue, which is divided into three groups. They are written about the pain of soldiers leaving their hometown, the pain of missing their wives and children, and the hatred of dying young. The person who wrote this song told me that the song has a hypnotic effect, and people who can experience that kind of sadness will cry."

The man bowed his head and said no. Maybe he was homesick.

"How long has it been since you went back?" Wei Tanyi asked.

"I don't remember it either. It's probably been many years. I want to go back, but I can't go back.

Do you want to help him? Wei Tanyi was a little hesitant. The man in front of him didn't look anything special, and he didn't know how powerful he was. In case his house was too far away, wouldn't it be upside down? However... How can I not do the business sent to the door, so I asked, "Where is your home?"

The man answered a place he had never heard of, and then asked the nearby rivers and mountains. The answer was completely strange. Wei Tanyi simply doubted whether this person's head was not clear and said impatiently, "What you are talking about is the place name of which emperor's reign. Why are they all strange? I haven't heard it?"

"Which emperor?" The man looked at him stupidly, "Isn't there only one emperor?"

Wei Tanyi was stunned by his question, and then he didn't understand. Then he suddenly realized and blurted out, "You come with me. I'll try to send you back."

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Original poem: "The Book of Songs · National Style · Qifeng", style, style! Hu doesn't come back?