How to Become a White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

With a livid face, Ruan Qingsong carefully checked the roster three times from top to bottom, but he still didn't find his name, so he couldn't help saying: "This is impossible... there must be something wrong..."

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Bai Tan glanced at Ruan Qingsong with a smile, shook his head and said, "Jiang Lang is exhausted, what a pity, what a pity..."

Ruan Qingsong wanted to defend himself again, but found that the people around him looked at him with even more disdain, as if mixed with ice, freezing him there.

The steward came down with the boy in gray, and cupped his hands to signal: "Congratulations, please follow me to the private room on the second floor, where dozens of volumes of famous calligraphy and painting posters have been prepared, you can enjoy them to your heart's content, and there will be gifts later .”

The library in the Swallow Building has always been the coveted object of Beijing Chinese people. It is impossible for ordinary people to get a glimpse of it. Now they can produce dozens of volumes for people to enjoy. lead the way."

Bai Tan pretended to be Mr. Hui Nan Guo, mingled with a few people, and came to a modest and elegant room on the second floor, and saw that there were indeed many excellent works on display. A small and exquisite brass incense burner was placed, the smoke curled up, and a clear and gentle smell slowly spread out, the indescribable tranquility, even the hearts of the people were rendered calm.

The steward smiled and said, "Everyone, please."

Among the ten people, there were some good poems and some good paintings, and they all picked up their favorite ones, and they couldn't put it down to observe them.

Bai Tan withdrew his gaze from the brass censer, stood at the entrance, shaking the fan in his hand once and for all, with a few meaningful smiles on his face, patiently waiting for the steward to speak.

The steward bent down to salute, silently made a "please" gesture to Bai Tan, then walked softly to the third floor, and went straight to the innermost corridor.

Bai Tan followed the steward step by step, watched him open a thick and simple door with his own hands, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Young master, please come in, the master is waiting for you."

Bai Tan put away the folding fan with a slap, put it in his hand, tapped his palm lightly, and said in a sly tone: "Go in, of course you have to go in, otherwise it wouldn't be a waste of all your hard work."

There was no lamp in the room, the light was very dim, and the chatter and laughter of passers-by outside came through the clear stream, which was also indistinct, without any sense of reality, Bai Tan seemed to think that he had stepped into hell.

Fortunately, it is now mid-July, the moon is gradually becoming full, hanging high between the stars, and the mottled and bright moonlight is sprinkled all over the place.

Bai Tan stood silently for a while, and after getting used to it, he came to the sandalwood round table in the center of the room, sat down short, reached out to pick up the purple sand pot on the table, poured it into a begonia jelly stone banana leaf cup, Touch the wall of the cup with your hand, heh, it's still hot...

Behind the silk gauze screen, there was a black shadow standing vaguely, its fiery eyes fell on Bai Tan without hesitation, then gradually moved to the collar and neck, and fixed on the face of the other party, for some reason, his breathing fluttered.

On the painting boat, a singing girl with red sleeves holds a pipa in her arms and sings in the wind: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it, a lonely grave for thousands of miles, there is no place to talk about desolation..."

The sound quality is graceful, the body is light, there is no place that is not delicate, and there is no place that is not seductive.

Drunk high-rollers on both sides of the strait responded loudly, tore off their purses and threw them far away.

The singing sound is faint and faint, as if covered with a layer of veil.

"There's no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave for thousands of miles..." Hei Ying repeated in a twittering voice, "What a good word."

Bai Tan paused while drinking tea, and said without changing his face: "Everyone thinks this is Ruan Qingsong's handwriting."

Hei Ying said: "But I think it should come from Mr. Bai."

"No, no, its owner is not here." Bai Tan shook his head, and then said leisurely: "Outsiders all know that the owner behind the Swallow Tower is very mysterious, and it is usually the dragon who sees the head but sees the tail. Now it seems that it is not always the case."

Heiying was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "You seem to have expected that I would invite you over."

Bai Tan: "That's right. Although I don't want to admit it, my performance in poetry is really mediocre. Even if Ruan Qingsong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" can't win the first prize, it should be no problem to be in the top ten, but the result is not what I guessed. It is so different, isn't it too strange? What's more, the brass censer burns the secret "Return in the Wind and Snow Night" made by Liufang Pavilion of my Baijia, which is specially used for entertaining guests. In this way, the host's thoughts are clear uncovered."

The black shadow exclaimed in a deep voice: "Sure enough."

Bai Tan laughed and said: "We smart people don't speak dark words, so what is the landlord looking for, just speak up."

Hei Ying said: "I heard that the Bai family in the Eastern Capital is an authentic spice family, and the ancestor Bai Yike was unrivaled in the incense making skills in the past. I wonder if the descendants of the Bai family can support this praise?"

Bai Tan said lightly: "I don't dare to brag about anything else. In terms of making incense, I only say that if the Bai family ranks second, no one dares to be the first."

"Okay!" Heiying said, "Now I need a spice in the Yanzilou, and I want to order it from Mr. Bai."

Bai Tan narrowed his eyes: "The custom-made ordinary incense medicines can be decided by the stewards of Liufang Pavilion and other branches. If you can't ask me, what kind of incense do you want?"

Heiying paused word by word: "Qiyexue."

Bai Tan shook his hands and nearly smashed the exquisitely carved crabapple, frozen stone and banana leaf cup. He stood up and walked out, saying coldly: "I don't know how to make this incense, and I can't make it. Your Excellency, please Gao Ming Bar."

A sharp palm wind hit, and the door opened by Bai Tan slammed back hard.

Bai Tan turned around and stared angrily: "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

Heiying was a bit hunched, coughed for a while, and then said hoarsely: "The raging waves are falling, and the building will fall, how can you be alone?"

Bai Tan changed from his gentle and harmless appearance in the past, and said aggressively: "Where is the storm falling? Where is the building falling? What does it have to do with me?"

Heiying sternly said: "The royal family is cruel, and soldiers and horses live in the suburbs. Jiang Hongduan has no morals and incompetence. He sits on the throne, but allows his courtiers to search for the people's fat and anointment. The frontier wars have continued for years, and the levies and miscellaneous taxes are becoming more and more day by day. Let alone the beginning of spring this year, there will be no greenery. At that time, do you know how many people sold their sons and daughters? The Jianghuai and Huaihe areas were starving and dying, and the people were in dire straits, but Jiang Hongduan didn’t mention it. Isn’t it a senseless and stupid king?”

What he said, Bai Tan didn't know, it's just that strife in the officialdom has always been cruel, and one wrong step could lead to eternal doom.

Under such circumstances, Bai Tan would definitely not trust anyone, he said: "Even if what you said is true, what does it have to do with 'Qi Ye Xue'?"

Heiying laughed muffledly: "Of course it does. If I remember correctly, the spices used by the so-called nobles in the palace are also specially made by Liufang Pavilion of your Bai family, including the ambergris that Jiang Hongduan likes."

Bai Tan was silent.

The black shadow continued to bewitch: "You know the usefulness of Qiyexue better than me."

At three o'clock, Bai Tan returned to the mansion with a tired face.

While changing his clothes, Bai Sui said worriedly: "Young master, why did you come back? But you are so tired after going out for a trip. Fortunately, Madam stayed at the White Horse Temple and chanted scriptures and hasn't come back yet, otherwise I don't know how I will feel distressed."

Bai Tan waved his hand: "It's nothing, you guys go down first."

The maids and servants retreated one by one, Bai Tan leaned on the soft couch, secretly thinking about what happened today.

Who is the owner of the Yanzi Tower? Bai Tan always feels that the other party's voice is somewhat familiar, but he still can't remember when and where he heard it.

And the proposal he mentioned, although dangerous, but I have to say, it really makes people very excited.

It's just about the distribution of benefits, and the specific implementation methods, which still need to be considered...

After the boy in white left, the room returned to darkness and dead silence again.

The black shadow was hidden behind the screen, and there was a long silence.

I thought I was completely used to this kind of dark life, but now I realized that I was completely wrong.

The child who once had a double-faced relationship in the past has now transformed into a tall and handsome young man with unparalleled appearance.

Unexpectedly, that female doll as beautiful as a jade carving turned out to be a boy...

Thinking of this, Hei Ying's deep eyes showed a soft color, and he wanted to laugh, but what came out of his mouth was a hoarse and weird voice, like a night owl.

The black shadow froze in place.

After what seemed like a long time, he raised his hand and wanted to touch his left cheek, but he only felt a bone-chilling chill.