Chapter 36: As seen at the beginning, autumn wind sad painting fan 2

"Lord Han did see it and had a dream. If I can't even distinguish this, there is nothing I can do." Wei Tanyi held the teacup happily, regardless of how the parrot was "powerless and powerless" to shout endlessly.

Han Ruqi's face turned pale: "How can such a clear thing be a dream? I really saw him come in through the crack of the door and become a human. If I see him, I will definitely recognize him! I remember the appearance clearly!"

Wei Tanyi glanced at him: "First, if it's not a dream, how can Lord Han see ghosts again? Second, if you don't dream, why did Lord Han lie well in the quilt when he stretched out his hand? Han Ruxu was immediately speechless.

Si Si squatted by the fireside and fanned the fire. Seeing that Han Ru was dull, she waved the fan to fan for him: "Lord Han is hot and confused. This autumn is hotter than in previous years. People are easy to be confused when they are hot. In addition, they have dreams day and night. It's not surprising to think it's true."

"I really saw it! It's exactly the same as what others see!" Han Ruxu really has a hundred mouths, but I can't tell.

It's a pity that neither of the two masters and servants took his words seriously.

"Lord Han, you'd better have a good rest if you have this leisure time." As he spoke, he got up and went to the backyard to hold the firewood. Han Ruxu looked at her back depressedly and suddenly thought, "Wait a minute!"

Si Si was shocked by him and looked at him puzzledly by the door.

"You have a shadow!"

Wei Tanyi sneered exaggeratedly: "There is a shadow when there is a body. Lord Han really likes to laugh."

Han Ruqi stared at him: "The ghost has no body. How can it have a shadow?"

"What?" Si Si was stunned, turned his head to look at his shadow on the ground, and then at Wei Tanyi. The latter was silent and seemed to be thinking about something with the cup.

The ghost has lost its body and cannot be seen by ordinary people. Naturally, there is no shadow. What has a shadow is not a ghost. This is almost the simplest way to judge other people's ghosts.

"How can Lord Han see that he has a shadow in the room with closed doors and windows in the middle of the night?" Wei Tanyi asked cautiously.

Han Ruxu patted his forehead and said, "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. I woke up before he came, didn't I? Then I saw him float through the window, and his shadow fell on the window when there was lightning.

"But you said before that he had become a wisp of smoke..."

"Yes! So what the hell is going on?"

Wei Tanyi was knocked down for the first time, with a confused and unbelievable expression on his face, tightly squeezed his mouth and did not speak.

"There is a shadow like a human, and it can become smoke like a ghost and float into the room. It can also be seen by Lord Han, who can't see the ghost..." The more he said, the more he showed his admiration. "This man, ah, no, this ghost, this guy is really awesome! Master, this business is not a loss!"

"Wait a minute!" Wei Tanyi stared at the teacup in her hand and raised her other hand to stop her from speaking, "No, no ghost."

No one, no ghost...

He repeated these four words in his mouth, and a feeling of an answer hovered in his head, but he couldn't remember what it was. Han Ruxu and Kui Si did not dare to disturb him, so they had to hold their breath and wait.

"It's not that simple. Wait for me." With that, Wei Tanyi put down the teacup in his hand and rushed to the backyard. The two of them chased after him. They saw him enter the side of the pile of debris and slammed the door.

Even Wei Tanyi was in trouble, and Han Ruxu suddenly felt that his head was extremely big.

"If the master is really strong, he will be strong. Lord Han doesn't have to be sad." Although quenching is not clear about the consequences, he is still full of confidence in Wei Tanyi.

"What if the other party is not a ghost?"

"It's either a ghost or Lord Han is sleepy."

At this time, the door of the side box opened again with a bang, and Wei Tanyi rushed out with a roll of tattered ancient books in his hand: "Lord Han, thank you very much! This kind of rare thing that happens once in a thousand years can teach me to meet.

Both people on the opposite side were in the dark and looked at him stupidly.

"That's a living soul," Wei Tanyi raised the scroll in his hand and smiled complacently. "It's really a big deal."

***

Xiangzhu Garden is the largest garden of the Xie family in Quming Mansion. Each generation must have a high-ranking official. Although it is half a day away from the capital, it seems to have an inextricable relationship with the palace. After the restoration of Daji, when Emperor Xuanping chose the princess for the princes, he even chose the three girls who knew the family and was promised to the third prince Song Xiao.

The Xie family thought that it could be so successful. Even if Song Xiao can't be the emperor in the future, he can still be a stable prince. Not to mention being an official, the brothers in his mother's side can make a business smoother. Unfortunately, the Xie family miscalculated. Song Xiao ranked third, and Lin Huifei came out of the same time as the second prince. The second prince was killed a few years ago because of an unknown rebellion. Even Lin Huifei was beaten into the cold palace. Although Song Xiao was also excellent, he was eventually implicated, and it was impossible to be crowned in this life.

As soon as he heard that he chose a concubine for the prince, he sent his only daughter out. As a result, the court was on guard against the son of the Xie family. During the imperial examination, he scratched the first place of the fourth brother of the Xie family. This was still the best friend of the family in the Hanlin Academy to send it out, and the good champion was completely gone. The Xie family was completely stunned. I became more and more resentful.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the failed little prince of the Xie family did not seem so frustrated.

The family was afraid that he would not be able to withstand this blow, so they did not dare to tell him the truth. Unlike the three girls who married into the royal family, he was the only legitimate son in the family. Master Xie always spoiled him very much. The two sons and one daughter the concubine gave him were not as good as this one.

Mr. Xie still smiles every day, holding a book and sitting in the garden for a whole day.

It was sunny in the afternoon, and Mr. Xie Xiaozi took another book and went into the garden. The lotus flowers in the pool were about to run out, and the purple myrtle was just right. There were also some broken peonies and early blooming sheep's hoofs, which were so lively. Mr. Xie still sat down and read a book on the rattan chair by the stone table, and the purple myrtle flowers on his head were shaken by the wind from time to time, like a fantasy.

Looking at it, his eyes were sore. Mr. Xie Xiaozi leaned his head up in the rattan chair, put the book casually on his chest, and took a nap.

The wind seemed to be a temptation to beat him lightly and heavily, blowing and rolling up the purple myrtle petals on the ground. Xie Xiaozi's eyes were gently and motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

At this moment, a palace pink sheep's hoof armor broke off the branch, rubbed the little prince's side face and fell on his scattered hair. Mr. Xie immediately opened his eyes and looked at the sky with messy petals and no sound.

The withered sheep's hoof armor slipped to his hand as he got up. The little boy gently picked up the flower and stared at the broken petals thoughtfully. At this time, a gust of wind blew through the wicker across the pond and made a rustle, as if the train of a beauty was trawling across the grass. The little boy ran to the other side with the flowers in his hand, and he didn't even notice that the book on his knees fell into the soil.

The lush canopy of willow trees hanged into the pond, and the carp was mistaken for stealing food, and there was nothing else.

Mr. Xie stood there with a flower idiot in his hand. The wind brushed his face with wicker, like a girl's handkerchief. He raised his hand and touched his cheek, and the joy between his eyebrows turned into sadness.

I want to see you.