I'm determined to be the dark moonlight

With a lonely heart, Wei Ying puts a few story books in her arms, locks herself in the room when she returns to Yulu Hall, and decides to study them carefully.

Yipeng's literary talents are outstanding, with delicate brushstrokes, and the plot is sour and sad.

Originally, Weiying opened the story book with the mood of "just here" and "only one eye", but the result was out of control, and she enjoyed reading it, but the plot was too pure and innocent, and it was not interesting, and it was far from the "Record of the Harem" It was erotic and exciting.

Gong Douji: ...I never thought you could even eat your own melons!

And eat with such relish.

Weiying picked up the candlelight, her face was close to the page, and she tried her best to read the small characters. Even Gong Douji was awed by her frail and strong spirit.It wasn't until she saw that her eyes were hurting that she couldn't read a single word, that she put down the script in a sense of shame, put the book away, and sat on the couch in a daze, staring at the lights that were constantly shaking by the wind.

There was silence all around, and the wind rustled outside.

Gong Douji: Host, host?Why do not you speak?

Wei Ying raised her eyebrows lazily, and stretched out her index finger to her lips: "Shh."

Gong Douji was quiet.

But after a few minutes of silence, it couldn't help but ask again: "Host, are you okay?"

As soon as the host was silent, the system would send a message. Gong Douji was very flustered now, afraid that she would make something wrong again.

Weiying smiled faintly: "Chicken, are you a small trumpet that costs ten yuan a piece? If you have nothing to do, just blah blah."

Gong Douji's tone was very hurt: "I'm not worried about you!"

Weiying wanted to rub its head very much, so she ruaed it silently in her heart, and boasted: "It's so cute!"

Gong Douji was heartbroken: "I'm not ten yuan a piece, I'm very expensive!"

It is the latest version of artificial intelligence. The company spent a lot of money to get it out. To a certain extent, it has begun to have the way of thinking and emotions of people, which is very advanced.

After listening to Gong Douji's proud self-introduction, Weiying was silent for a few minutes, then smiled lovingly, "Got it, you are a high-level little trumpet."

Gong Douji was very dissatisfied with this inexplicably extra nickname: "Hmph, I'm ignoring you."

Weiying: "Tsundere high-end trumpet."

Gong Douji: ...Hmph, dog host, tui!

It's late at night, the twilight is deep, the footsteps outside the hall are getting farther away, and the sparse human voices are deeply buried by the desolate and lonely autumn night.

The girl sat in front of the lamp, folded her cloak, picked up the prepared lantern, and groped out of the house. Not far away was the short desk. She walked straight as if she didn't see it, and she was about to stumble in front of her——

"Host be careful! Don't go straight, you have to go around the front." Gong Douji finally couldn't help it.

The corner of Weiying's lips twitched, "You bothered me?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Gong Douji knew that she had been fooled again, she silently scolded the host for being too stupid, and still hummed arrogantly, being a high-level and silent little speaker.

Weiying: "Little horn? Little horn, little horn?"

Gong Douji: "Don't talk to me, I've been spoiled by you!"

After finishing speaking, it saw a strange blush on its host's face, and he covered his mouth and giggled.

Gong Douji: Host, what are you laughing at?

Micro-warbler: cluck cluck cluck.

Gong Douji didn't understand why she was smiling, but felt that it must be something bad.

Weiying: Heck, heck, you've been spoiled~ Hey, let's have a good rest.

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The palace is desolate and lonely on an autumn night.The bright moon is like a hook, hanging on the branches, illuminating the deep palace, and the thousands of palaces are cold.

The little warbler passed under the sycamore tree, and the wind slightly lifted her messy hair at the temples.She covered her lips and coughed twice, lowered her head, coughed slightly, her eyes were blurred, and her cheeks were slightly red.She raised her head and gently asked the system: "Chicken, do I look like a weak dodder?"

Gong Dou Ji has a strong recovery ability, and she quickly got out of the broken state and achieved perfect self-healing: Ha

Weiying: Why do I always feel weak, pitiful, lonely, weak and helpless after reading the script?

Gong Douji: ...you may have misunderstood yourself.

Wei Ying held her chest, and said with emotion: "After a while, I, who is pure and innocent, will be abused physically and mentally, and then will be blackened by the big dye vat of the imperial palace, lose myself, and finally die of coldness in the drifting north." In the wind, the icy snowflakes covered my body, alas, the nature is clean and it will come and go, I want to stay innocent in the world."

As she spoke, she shed two tragic tears for her poor ending, and said sadly: "I am so miserable."

Gong Douji: ...Which script did you read just now?

Wei Ying: ""New Snow Buried Orioles"."

Gong Douji: Don't look at it, it's stupid to look at it again.

Just when Weiying was still immersed in the sadomasochistic script and couldn't extricate herself, she suddenly heard a shrill ghost crying and wolf howling beside her——

"Ghost ah ah!"

She turned her head to look, and the little eunuch's familiar crying voice sounded in front of her: "I was wrong, Mrs. Ghost, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have listened to Mrs. Ying and come out late at night to relieve myself, so please forgive me!" .”

The little eunuch ran away crying and screaming.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves whirling in the wind.

Weiying stood among the falling leaves, staring at the direction he ran away, silent for a long time.

With the sadomasochistic dodder script, even if she turns into a ghost, she should be the most beautiful and the most pitiful, harmless white lotus ghost!The little eunuch yelled so loudly that she got into a good show.

Gong Douji: "Now you are awake."

Weiying: "... how can anyone be afraid of Yingying, Yingying is so hot and cute q^q."

Gong Douji: Host, please, quickly take away your supernatural powers! "

Wei Ying pouted, put her hands in her sleeves, and walked towards Leng Gong.It is estimated that Xiaoliuzi will come to her again tomorrow. He scares people at night and cures ghosts during the day. He has successfully won the hearts of a group of palace people and achieved sustainable development of points. Life is really fulfilling and busy.

Gong Douji: "You really know how to comfort yourself."

What dodder flower script did my host get? It searched the Internet and found a bunch of scripts suitable for her.What "Strange Talks in the Deep Palace", "Midnight Ring", "The Night is Quiet"... They are simply Leng Gongjia coconuts, walking human weapons.

Weiying tried to forcibly win the respect, "Even if it's a ghost story, I'm still the prettiest kid in the ghost world!"

Gong Douji was very supportive: "Of course, after all, they have to be dead to scare people to death. You are still alive, so you can already do it!"

Weiying: ... small trumpet, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Gong Douji was silent again.

This dog host!

Half an hour later, Weiying skillfully pushed open the door of the real female ghost's house, looking familiar, just like the little palace maid who touched the concubine's bed at night in "The Harem Mystery Record".

Before she could make a sound this time, she smelled a strange smell.

Weiying stood at the downwind, shrugging her nose like a puppy, and the faint smell of burning paper money wafted in the wind.

She frowned slightly, how could someone burn paper money?

The sound of pattering footsteps came from in front of her, and a vague figure appeared in her dim vision.

Weiying went up for a bear hug, and took a long breath of European air: "I'm here to see you!"

The "ghost" didn't speak.

Wei Ying tilted her head, turned her head to look at her, her eyes sparkled, "Why don't you speak?"

The "female ghost" was still silent, just clasped her hand, and led her through the dead branches and leaves, to the abandoned and desolate garden next to her.

They walked side by side, stepping on dead leaves, and there was a sound of cracking branches and leaves under their feet.

Taking advantage of this time, Weiying quickly called the system to draw ten consecutive pumps, the blind box opened a small slit, and a trace of... green light flowed out?

She was startled, opened a blind box again, and called out in her heart: Purple energy comes from the east, golden legend, lucky stars bless me!

Then there was another green light.

Luscious green and verdant.

Wei Ying's heart is cold and cold. Compared with the gray cards before, she seems to be lucky, but these blind boxes are guaranteed to be green cards!If the blind box has no guarantee, she probably has two gray cards.

She took a deep breath and prayed in her heart again: "Fu Xing bless me! Fu Xing bless me! Zi Qi comes from east!"

The blind box opened slowly, and no green light came out of the gap.

Weiying said "Oye" in her heart, this time it's not the green card, the worst is Zhang Zika... right?

She stared at the empty blind box, a little dazed: "Little Trumpet, did you secretly hide my gold card?"

System: "No."

Wei Ying's eyes lit up: "I see, this is an invisibility card, which can make me invisible for one hour!"

Gong Douji: "No."

Wei Ying: "Then tell me what's in it, gourd baby's sixth baby?"

Gong Douji: "Hello host, you are so humorous. I only said that the blind box guarantees a green card, but I never said that you won't get an empty box." It comforted Weiying: "One in a thousand There is a high probability that you can also encounter it, and to some extent, this is considered very European."

Weiying's mentality collapsed, she stopped, and broke away from the "female ghost"'s hand: "You are not her."

It's impossible for her European suction device to be so ruthless and let her be beaten by life!

The man laughed softly, his voice was as cold as falling snow, and asked slowly: "How did you guess it?"

Wei Ying's eyes widened, "Emperor, Empress?"

Queen: "Well, it's me. How do you know I'm not her?"

Wei Ying sniffed, shed tears against the cold wind, and said in grief, "Because of Cucurbit Baby's sixth baby."

Yue Qinghui:?

But in the end, she chose to ignore Wei Ying's strange words, gently wiped the teardrops from the corners of the girl's eyes, and asked, "Why did you come here late at night?"

Weiying was a little flattered, after all, she and the queen were just ventriloquist friends, so they just wiped away tears and held hands, why not!

It caused her little heart to thump, and she danced a square dance in her chest—it was very dangerous, and she was discovered in time, and the blind box was not removed once.

Good guy, the queen is worse than her, and there is no one else.

"Why did your empress come here?" Weiying frowned, "I can smell the smell of burning."

Yue Qinghui's eyes flickered, and he led her to the corner of the garden, where there was an altar table with several plates of wine and pastries, a pair of chopsticks inserted straight into a bowl filled with rice, and a burning incense stick next to it.Under the altar, there is a brass basin, and there are still embers of paper money in the basin.

"Today's Lantern Festival is a day in my hometown to commemorate friends and appease lonely souls, so I'm here to commemorate old friends." She handed Weiying a handful of paper money: "You come to burn some too."

Weiying was forced to burn paper in the cold wind, her eyes fell on the scattered lights scattered in the wind, thinking of something, she was terrified, and unconsciously raised her head to look at the queen.In her eyes, the queen is just a vague figure, who looks a bit like a female ghost at first glance.

Wei Ying: "Ma'am, may I take the liberty to ask, is there a word cloud in the name of your deceased friend?"

Yue Qinghui was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Yes."

Wei Ying gasped and did not speak for a long time.

"how?"

Weiying started to burn the paper earnestly, with a sad expression on her face, "I think your friend may become a half-immortal, the kind who is in charge of luck. If you have nothing to do, you can come and burn more paper to transfer luck."

Originally, she thought that the female ghost girl was a concubine in the deep palace, and even put the object of suspicion on the queen, but she never thought that she was a real female ghost... Weiying's heart was very complicated, with thousands of emotions rushing into her heart, At last it broke into a long sigh—

"My European aspirator, it turned out to be already cold!"

The Europe Sucker has worked so hard to transfer luck for her, but she only arranged a crude altar for others, she has no conscience at all.

Wei Ying has a rare conscience, and decides to upgrade the altar table dedicated to lucky stars to a luxurious version after returning home, and change the daily three sticks of incense to five sticks of incense, in order to comfort Miss Yun's spirit in heaven.

Yue Qinghui wandered hesitantly in his eyes: "Can you do me a favor?"

The queen mother opened her mouth, even if she couldn't help, she would help.So Weiying said: "Of course I can, women can't say no!"

A slight smile appeared in Yue Qinghui's eyes, and he looked at the girl in front of him for a long time, "Then please, play an erhu for me."

Wei Ying was stunned: "Huh?"

Yue Qinghui skillfully returned to the room, caressed for a long time, and pulled out an erhu from under the bed.

Weiying watched from behind, thinking, good guy, why is the empress so proficient, she is as proficient as the maid who touches the concubine's bed in "The Harem Confusion".Following this line of thought, her thinking became more and more dangerous, as if she understood why Miss Yun died here.

"Tong, do you think that Miss Yun has that special relationship with the queen?"

So it was silenced.

And Miss Yun's ghost is waiting here for the purpose of having a meeting with the empress every year during the Lantern Festival.

Weiying was moved to tears just thinking about it, what a love story that is so epic and poignant!

Gong Douji: "...It is true that there is a special relationship, but—"

But it was completely separated from what she thought!

Wei Ying bit the small handkerchief in surprise, tears of emotion shone in her eyes.Even the system recognized this poignant love story, but it didn't expect that there would be such a story of unresolved love between people and ghosts right next to her.

It's so touching.

So after Yue Qinghui turned around, he was surprised to find that the girl had some kind of clear and shallow water, as if she was so sad that she was about to cry.

"What?" She frowned, puzzled, "What happened?"

Weiying clasped her hands together and said earnestly: "Niangniang, your 'friend' has turned into a lucky star to protect you, please don't cry in sorrow, she will always be with you, Amitabha."

Yue Qinghui was caught off guard by the sudden preaching, and after a while, he nodded stiffly: "Thank you."

Weiying: "You're welcome, protecting every wounded heart in the deep palace is what I should do!"

Now she expanded the scope of this sentence, and silently added a sentence in her heart: "It doesn't matter whether it's human or ghost."

Yue Qinghui: "...That's really hard work for you."

The girl smiled, with pale pink on her cheeks, and said sincerely: "It doesn't matter, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the capable ones will work harder."

Yue Qinghui: "There are so many women in the deep palace, be careful not to exhaust your body."

Weiying's heart fluttered, thinking, ah, the empress is so considerate after losing her lover!What kind of fairy lady is this, she feels distressed.

She held the queen's cold little hand, trying to warm her with her funny soul: "It's okay, I'm not tired!"

Gong Douji couldn't help thinking: ...not only is she not tired, but she also enjoys it very much.

Coming back to the altar, Weiying held the erhu in her arms and asked the queen what song she wanted to hear.

The queen let her do whatever she wanted.

So Weiying thought about it, and chose the sad "Erquan Yingyue", the sad and sad song resounded in the abandoned palace again, and with the red lanterns shaking in the wind, it looked more like a haunted house.

When Weiying played the erhu, she heard several screams outside, which must have been the frightened palace people who passed by here again.She paused for a moment, then pulled it down calmly——

After all, they have to get used to it.

In order to improve the psychological endurance of the entire palace, she really broke her heart secretly.

After the song was finished, the queen didn't speak for a long time.

Weiying raised her head: "Your Majesty?"

Yue Qinghui looked at her with nostalgia in his eyes, and said after a while, "Have you heard the story of Kunpeng and Mayfly?"

Sitting on the small bench, Weiying was stunned, the story about birds and fish that the dog emperor had told in her heart, thinking, why do they have so many stories!She alone has nothing but the beautiful skin of an interesting soul, and a few boxes of gold in Yulu Hall!

She coughed weakly twice, thinking: I'm so poor, I don't have a single story.

Yue Qinghui heard her cough, took her back to the room, made a pot of tea, and the tea fragrance floated in the air.

"Have a sip of tea first." The queen has a graceful posture and a noble temperament, making tea for the girl with her own hands, and holding it for her to drink: "Warm it up."

Holding the hot tea in both hands, Weiying took two breaths and took a small sip.

Yue Qinghui sat upright and began to slowly tell his own story: "Have you heard of Xiaoyaoyou, there is a kun in the North Ming, which flaps its wings and flies, and turns into a Peng. How happy it is to travel to the south and north for a moment, but the mayfly has a short lifespan and lives in the morning and dies in the evening."

The clear tea evaporates with snow-white water vapor, and the tea leaves float and sink in the hot water.

She stared at the tea leaves in the water, and said slowly: "The fate between them is destined to look up at the Kunpeng flying across the sky in this life, with its wings shining brightly in the sun, and then watch it fly away to the real distance... ...a world that mayflies can never touch."

Yue Qinghui took a sip of tea, the tea turned sweet, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter: "This is the fate between them."

She looked at Wei Ying, and the girl immersed herself in her tea, without saying a word, she couldn't help asking: "What do you think?"

Weiying raised her head, her eyes sparkling: "I've also heard His Majesty tell stories about birds and fish. I'm so envious that you have so many stories!"

Yue Qinghui: "...and then?"

Weiying blinked and said hesitantly, "Then, there are many birds in your life!"

Yue Qinghui pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "We are talking about... the same bird."

Weiying nodded: "You all like to look up at the sky at 45 degrees, so you can see the same bird."

The taste of tea in Yue Qinghui's mouth became more and more bitter, so bitter that she couldn't help but frown, "The bird is just a metaphor."

Like a child who was suddenly pushed into the examination room, Weiying scratched her head and thought for a long time, then clapped her hands: "I understand!"

Yue Qinghui looked at her expectantly.

Wei Ying said firmly: "This is a scumbag!"

Yue Qinghui took a deep breath, drank the tea in the cup, and rubbed the center of his brows again, "It's late at night, you're not feeling well, go back and rest first."

Weiying: "Okay!"

She won't bother the Empress Empress and the female ghost sister to put on a ghost scene!

The empress is really gentle and considerate, and she is so tactful in driving people away. If the female ghost sister was here, she would definitely grab her by the collar and push her out.

It's so domineering and unreasonable, but she likes it very much, always thinking about teasing ghosts.

Yue Qinghui glanced at the corner of the script inadvertently: "What is it in your arms?"

Weiying holds the story book, hesitates for a moment, and finally decides to hand it over honestly, using the words to dilute the sadness of the empress's separation from her lover forever, and to soothe this hurt heart.She took out the script book and stuffed it to the queen, and waved her hand happily: "This is a beautiful book, empress, I'll go first, goodbye!"

Yue Qinghui stared at the words "New Snow Buries the Crying Oriole" in the script, his hands trembling slightly as he flipped through the book.