nirvana into phoenix

Chapter 9

Cold Clothes Festival, also known as "October Dynasty", "Ancestor Worship Festival" and "Mingyin Festival", is also known as "October Dynasty", "Ancestor Worship Festival" and "Mingyin Festival". It is a traditional sacrificial festival of the Han nationality.On this day, special attention is paid to paying homage to the deceased, which is called sending cold clothes.Cold Clothes Festival, Qingming Festival and Shangsi Festival in spring, and Zhongyuan Festival in autumn are also known as the four "ghost festivals" of the year.At the same time, this day also marks the arrival of severe winter, so it is also the day when parents and lovers send warm clothes to those they care about.

The last sentence is unnecessary, she only has Yao Guang left in this world, but he is not human at all, and he doesn't feel cold at all!She even wondered if he felt it!
Obviously he raised her, but she always felt that there was a thick barrier between them. He doted on her, but he didn't care what she wanted at all. He protected her in the way he was used to, and also trapped her. she.

Thinking of this, Qian Yu felt annoyed for a while, and kicked up a stone, which bounced and knocked on a red-painted gate, and she noticed that the footsteps of the people nearby suddenly paused.

"Old man, who lives in this house?"

Not to mention answering, the people who were still burning paper money at the door just now huffed and closed the doors and windows, and there was no one in sight!
"baffling!"

"That's not it!" It was a hoarse voice who answered, Qian Yu saw a burnt face, she blinked to confirm that she was right.

The man actually smiled: "The little girl is quite courageous! Seeing my face, she is not afraid! Come on, if you dare to listen, come in and listen to me tell the story of the owner of this house, Ge Yingying."

When he mentioned Ge Yingying's name, the tenderness almost turned into spring rain, and Qianyu's curiosity was immediately aroused, and Ge Yingying, that female ghost called herself Yingying...

"Eight years ago, Colored Glass City held the No.11 Oiran Competition. This oiran was not a brothel-style oiran, but a contest between talented women who were proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Ge Yingying, who lived in this house, was once a great scholar. The descendants of Ge Weiyang! Not only are calligraphy and painting excellent, but a neon dress dance makes Caili City no longer have dancers—joke, those people dance, are they worthy of being called dances?"

When he said this, the old man was in high spirits, as if he was the one who outshone everyone in the past.

"Since ancient times, talented women have matched heroes," he said with a bit of bitterness on the corner of his mouth, "Ge Yingying and Major General Situ are called a match made in heaven!"

"Bah! What a young hero! What an iron-blooded loyalty! What kind of bullshit sincerity!"

He pointed to the star observation tower: "Now, he is a son-in-law, but Yingying has gone to nowhere! She was also portrayed by the vicious princess as a stupid, stupid, saltless bastard! She was called a sinister and cunning person." Where was the so-called hero when she was in Jinkefu? When she was framed for stealing tributes and poisoning the princess, which dog did she feed her ridiculous sincerity?"

He took a flagon and drank it all up in an instant.

That look in his eyes could not be called clear for a long time. He was still looking at the corridor dreamily: "Miss Yingying, where are you?"

He buried his head between his legs, and his voice was choked: "They all said you were dead, I don't believe it! In the fire that day, you didn't exist at all!"

"You have never been a weak and short-sighted person! So what if you don't have that heartbroken man! I have already tidied up the house, and everything is just as it was when you were here, Miss. I will definitely find you again..."

His body fell limply, Qian Yu quickly stretched out his hands to support him, because the distance was close, he could see the tragedy on his face more clearly - the injury couldn't even be seen on the facial features, it is conceivable that there would not be a piece of it on his body So skinny, just to prove that Ge Yingying is not in the fire...

This is a man with affection and intention!

In comparison, Prince Consort Situ is simply a super scumbag!

Qian Yu put the man at ease, and could see that he had no intention of leaving tonight, maybe today is the death day of Ge Yingying, although he didn't want to believe that Yi Ren had passed away, but he was worried that in case...she would be lonely...

The bedding and cotton clothes are complete, except for that, there is a big pot of wine, Qian Yu sighed, moved this person into the hall, covered him with bedding, and was not afraid of being accused of trespassing—— Firstly, the owner of the house, Ge Yingying, is gone. Secondly, this eldest brother is holding a key in his arms!

Recalling the appearance of Ge Yingying who just disappeared not long ago, Qian Yu found her boudoir, found a neat stack of neon clothes and colorful clothes, loosened her hair, stepped on her only hand that could The flying sword she controls - a petite dagger specially made by Yaoguang.

With just a little Reiki, you can experience flying!
Drawing up the little spiritual energy in his body, Qian Yu fluttered towards the Princess Mansion.

She squeezed her throat——

"Heng Lang—I'm so wronged to die!"

(End of this chapter)