Thousand Souls Introduction

Chapter 36: As seen for the first time, autumn wind sad painting fan 1

Summer is about to pass, and even the thunderstorm seems to be weak, but the big raindrops on the window paper are still crackling. Han Ruxu, who had been sleeping lightly, was so sleepless that he kicked the quilt and sat up.

"It's so noisy. Why is it raining? Don't you think it's not wet enough? It's really..." The musty smell of the quilt has made him very unhappy. Now he is woken up, and he is even more angry.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and bursts of white light shone as bright as day. Han Ruqi glanced at the window inadvertently, and suddenly his whole body could not move as if it was frozen.

With the light of lightning, the people in the room can clearly see a thin figure walking forward slowly in the porch. The profile picture can't distinguish between men and women. All he knows is that he is combing the scholar's bun and has a beautiful outline.

Han Ruqi stared at him motionlessly and walked very slowly towards the door.

Isn't it the midnight wandering soul that has appeared in many places in the capital? I'm really weak. I just can't sleep. My family is still haunted.

At this moment, a wisp of smoke suddenly floated into the crack of the door and gradually condensed into a human shape in the room. This time I can see that this ghost is a young man. His smoky blue clothes are neat, but the expression on his face looks very depressed.

As soon as he fished his hand, he held the Dangyang sword on the pillow - with the painful experience of being closed to the account room last time, Han Ruxu has developed the habit of sleeping without leaving his hand.

The young man suddenly came to him. When he got to the bed, he looked at it with confused eyes. He looked at it again and again, and stretched out his hand to touch his face, but the hand had no entity and could not be touched. Han Ruqi didn't move. He wanted to see what the hell was doing in the middle of the night.

"No..."

The young man seemed to be very disappointed and stepped back and bowed to him to apologize.

This guy, didn't you find yourself awake? Who is sleeping and sitting with his sword in his hand?

"What?" The young man bowed to the middle, and finally realized that something was wrong. He looked up at him in surprise.

"Who are you looking for?" Relying on the fact that he had seen countless ghosts and monsters, and the good nature of this person to salute after being rude, Han Ru expected that he would not harm people, so he asked calmly.

The young man tilted his head and seemed to think about it. He may also doubt whether he is trustworthy or not.

"Tell me, I've seen a lot of ghosts. You said, I may be helpful to you."

After saying this, Han Ruxu admired himself. It was not easy for him to be so calm when he was scared and sick by ghosts at the beginning.

The young man looked at him with a confused face for a while, and finally said, "I'm looking for a... man."

Han Ruxu almost vomited blood: "I know!" Can you still find a woman when you come into your room?

"That man, here, here." He tried to make Han Ruxu understand what he meant, but looking at him on his forehead, Han Ruxu still didn't understand what the horizontal and horizontal on his forehead represented. Finally, he asked helplessly, "Are you looking for a tiger?"

The young man smiled bitterly and put away his hand: "Excuse me."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Seeing him float to the door, Han Ruxu quickly raised his hand, but woke up so suddenly and found that he was lying in ** and reaching out into the air.

Damn it, didn't I wake up in the middle of the night? When did I go back to sleep? Is it true that what I saw and heard before was because I was too worried about the haunting things in the capital and had a dream at night?

But... "Is it horizontal on the head?" I drew it again, but I still didn't understand.

"My lord, it's time to get up!" The maid outside the door brought a wash of her face and was knocking on the door.

"It's up!" He had to answer and turn over and get out of bed to change his clothes. Because he was puzzled, he grabbed his scalp impatiently. The maidservant saw it in her eyes and smiled and said, "What's bothering adults? Grab your scalp early in the morning. Be careful not to break your appearance. No girl will marry in the future."

...broken phase.

"Ah!" That's what it meant. Han Ruqi pounded the palm of his hand and was annoyed that he was slow to react.

On the forehead, isn't it the guy who eats people without spitting out bones? Although it is always covered with a headscarf, it can't change the fact that there is a ferocious scar in the hairline.

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Peach brushed the threshold, lotus fragrance on all sides, osmanthus fragrance, plum falling snow.

At four o'clock, the winter and summer reincarnation, the flowers in the garden bloom and fade, only they are always with me.

The purple and bright red dress dance only belongs to me. Sometimes it is close to the reach of my hands full of fragrance, and sometimes the laughter is like a bell at the end of the loom. I often think that if I can keep a glimpse of every time, there will be no obsession in my life.

I was depressed after losing the imperial examination, but I soon picked up books to prepare for the coming year, otherwise there would not have been that beautiful encounter. But the whole family seemed to be very worried about me. My mother advised me more than once that I didn't have to care too much. Life is not only an official career, but also a discord in officialdom. I can also learn from my second brother to go out to do business or do something else.

I am very puzzled when I said that I would give up the imperial examination or did something self-abandonment, which made them worried. Not only that, the servants and maids who serve me are always scared when they see me, talking and doing things for fear of angering me.

Did I do something scary when I didn't know it? Just like the original cook, it is said that he went into the chicken shed with a kitchen knife in the middle of the night, which made the West Courtyard jump.

"Xiaoxi, young master, what on earth did I do wrong?" Finally, I couldn't help pulling the little girl who brought me tea and asked.

Xiaoxi only came home for a few months. Because Liu Er, who had served me before, wanted to leave, she was called to serve me, but she didn't dare to talk to me again in just two days. It was really strange.

"No, it's nothing. How can the young master and the young master make a mistake? It's the maidservant. The maidservant is not good. The slave and the maidservant left first!" Xiaoxi was so scared that she didn't say anything. She threw the tray and ran away.

I chased a few steps behind her. Instead of keeping her, I scared her to scream, which attracted the attention of many servants. I didn't want to disturb my parents, so I had to give up.

"Hee hee~" a soft smile passed by.

"Who is it?" I turned around and grabbed a handful of empty space, and the goldenfinch flowers behind me were pulled by me, shaking off the morning dew.

It's them again. They always play hide-and-seek with me in the yard. Sometimes I lean against the rattan chair and take a nap. They will secretly pick me in and talk about anything. No matter how careful I am, as long as I open my eyes, they can disappear for a moment.

Maybe it's not a living person, otherwise how can it be so mysterious?

If you take a nap, you can see them when you are lucky. The wide sleeves are half covered with a beautiful face, and the train flies in the air, as if countless fairies fell from the sky, but when I woke up, I was only full of falling flowers, which was the evidence that they had come.

I haven't told anyone in my family about them. I'm afraid that my father won't be afraid to invite a Taoist priest to scare them away, so I won't have any fun in this garden.

It's just... We are obviously close at hand. Why don't they come out to see me?

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Original poem: "Mulan Cini ancient decisive words Cambodia friends", if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?