I live on the 18th floor of Nether Community

The fire in the fireplace radiates gleaming light, dispelling the damp and cold outside.The room in the back of the flower house was quietly opened, and the probe went in and looked around.After confirming that everything was as usual, a pair of white feet stepped on the cashmere cushion, walked quickly towards the closet beside the bed, and carefully placed the exquisite birdcage on it.

"Xiaoji, you should stay here to recuperate well during this time." Xiaojiao stretched out her finger and touched the bird's down lightly, with a smile in her eyes, "Don't worry, I will treat you well."

"It's obviously a stupid bird, why do you call it a chicken?" You Ji stood at the door and didn't intend to enter the house, and pointed at the other Xiaojiao who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, "Let's go, call it a day."

Hearing the words, the other Xiaojiao walked towards Youji obediently.Then he shook his body, and after a burst of white light, he returned to the original appearance of the little paper figurine.

Xiaojiao bent down, squatted down and stretched out his hand towards the little paper figurine, and the little paper figurine jumped into his palm nimbly.

"I've worked hard for you today, isn't it boring to stay indoors?" Xiaojiao said.

The little paper man shook his head, lay down on the spot and snorted.

"You mean, you slept all day?"

The little paper man nodded vigorously.

"There really is what kind of master there is..."

You Ji still didn't say the word "running dog".After all, they were able to go out thanks to the little paper figurines.

You Ji: "The housekeeper who delivered the medicine came today?"

The little paper man nodded.

"Where's the medicine? Pour it out."

The little paper man shook his head, then rubbed his stomach, and hiccupped.

"I'm going... have you drank?!"

The little paper man scratched his head in embarrassment and kicked his right foot with his left foot.

You Ji rolled his eyes speechlessly, and thought to himself, what kind of younger brother did Jiang Miao accept for help? !

At the end, he turned his back and waved his hands and sighed: "Forget it, you won't get sick from drinking anyway."

The little paper man hiccupped again.

You Ji looked back at Xiaojiao and said, "It's getting late, you can rest at ease, I'll go back first." As he spoke, he raised his chin at the talisman in the opponent's hand, "If something happens , just burn the talisman I gave you, I will naturally know."

"Brother You Ji..." Xiaojiao called softly.

"Ok?"

As soon as You Ji turned his head in response, Xiao Jiao hugged him head-on, and his body froze instantly.Both hands were raised in the air stupidly, neither lifting nor releasing.

Xiaojiao's body is warm, unlike him after living in the famous garden of the underworld, no matter how gentle he is, there is still a gloomy and cold aura all over his body.

At this time, Xiao Jiao is more like the fluffy bird in the cage.Although fragile, it still retains vitality.

"Thank you." Xiaojiao buried her head on You Ji's chest, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her eyes filled with satisfaction, "This is the happiest day of my life."

You Ji's chest felt a little sore, Ajiao's life was too short, but the boundless years after his death were so long.

He obviously did nothing wrong.

"Cough, next time..." You Ji cleared his somewhat congested throat, and whispered, "I'll take you out to play next time."

"Okay." Xiaojiao gently closed her eyes, "I'll wait for you."

……

There is a ginkgo forest outside the courtyard in the deepest part of the Tang residence.The golden leaves were knocked down on the muddy ground by the rain, and no one cleaned them until they rotted, which is enough to show that few people would visit here on weekdays.

And Jiang Miao learned from the servants he had bribed that the eldest wife, Lu Shan, lived in this courtyard deep in the ginkgo forest.The reason for this is because the eldest wife has gone crazy.

The deep house on a rainy night originally had a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, and in addition to the desolation and lack of people here, it seemed even more depressing and dead.

From the mottled and peeling low wall, the sound of the spinning wheel "creak-creak-" was faintly heard.By the flickering candlelight, I saw an extremely emaciated figure projected on the paper window.She turned the old-fashioned spinning wheel and hummed a little tune in a low voice.

"In January, the narcissus is plain, in February, the spring is a begonia, in March, the peach and apricot blossoms are like a brocade, in April, the peony is fragrant, in May, the pomegranate is red like fire, and in June, the lotus is full of ponds..."

"What is she singing?" Jiang Miao, who was outside the wall, lowered his voice and asked.

"Moon Order Flower Song." Qi Chi said secretly, "A kind of folk tune, recorded in the "Baixiang County Chronicles" during the Republic of China, and later written by Lu Shan into a playbook of Zhuolu, which was widely spread in the Suizhen area. "

At this time, the singing in the room suddenly stopped, and as the door was suddenly opened from the inside, a particularly shocking scene appeared in front of Jiang Miao and the two of them.

I saw countless crow-colored butterflies rushing out of the room, and then disappeared into the rain curtain one after another.

Jiang Xiao and Qi Chi looked at each other, knowing that their analysis was indeed correct.Those underworld butterflies that appeared in the cave of the statue of Luo God, as well as the patterns on the wings of the butterflies, are likely to be related to this woman named Lu Shan.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Xiao asked in a low voice, "Go in now?"

Qi Chi smiled faintly: "It's all here."

Jiang Miao nodded, and simply walked out from the back in a loud voice, and entered the hut in the side courtyard side by side with Qichi.

"Sunflowers tend to be sunny in July, osmanthus flowers are fragrant in August, chrysanthemums are like gold in September, auspicious brocade does not fade in October, coltsfoot blooms brightly in November, plum blossoms are resistant to snow and frost in December..."

The woman's singing became clearer as Jiang Miao opened the door.She continued fiddling with the spinning wheel as if she was completely unaware that a stranger had visited the house.

Jiang Miao followed the woman's movements to look at the embroidery wheel next to the spinning wheel, completely confirming that the pattern on Ming Die's body was indeed embroidered by this woman herself.

Just when he was thinking about how to talk to the woman, the woman slightly raised her eyes and said, "Who are you looking for?"

He speaks clearly and thinks clearly, not at all like a delirious lunatic.

Jiang Miao: "Ah, we..."

"He called you here to propose marriage, right?" The woman's pale and beautiful face showed a trace of sentimentality, and every frown and smile had a sense of a girl who did not match her age.

"I know he really loves me, but the master said that if you worship Luoshen's Zhuolu drama as a direct disciple, you will never get married in this life..."

Jiang Miao frowned, well, he was indeed delirious.

"The man you're talking about... is Tang Deyong?"

Jiang Miao followed Lu Shan's words, while Qi Chi silently walked to the wooden cabinet in the room, and quickly scanned the stacks of books and opera scores in the cabinet.

Mentioning Tang Deyong, a shy smile appeared on Lu Shan's face again.She gently stroked her long hair that was already mixed with white silk, and murmured softly:

"That day, I saw him unconscious at the foot of the mountain and brought him home. I found out later that he was robbed by a group of bandits on the way to feed the medicine, so he slipped and fell off the cliff... Before I met him, I had never been out of our village. He knew a lot of interesting things about the outside world, such as swallow kites, pear cream candy, nail polish and cream...it’s so novel!”

"He looked at me and was dumbfounded. He said he saw a beauty like me for the first time in his life. He also asked me, is it true that Luoshen has descended to earth?" Lu Shan's eyes Youguang seemed to see the scene from that year again, "He said that he would take me away and give me all the most beautiful things in the world..."

"Then how did you get trapped here?" Jiang Xiao asked in a low voice.

Lu Shan's eyes were startled suddenly, her face turned pale, and her lips trembled desperately.

"My Xiaojiao...my child...no, no...you can't treat him like this!" Lu Shan's face, which was still full of happiness just now, quickly climbed up with unresolved hatred and became ferocious. .

"Why did you lie to me...you bastard...why did you lie to me——!!!"

Seeing the woman collapsed and out of control, Jiang Miao was worried that this would alarm the people in the Tang residence, so he hurried forward and covered Lu Shan's mouth.

"Shh, don't shout!"

"I will curse you-!!! Curse you-!!! You will die--!!!"

Lu Shan bit Jiang Miao's tiger's mouth, and Jiang Miao frowned in pain, only to see blood oozing from the teeth marks.

"I'm sorry, you should sleep for a while." Jiang Xiao controlled Lu Shan, stretched out his index finger and tapped on her Yintang, and said quickly, "The body gathers the spirit of the sky, clear and worry-free. Light the lamp."

Lu Shan's body trembled, her eyes gradually became lax, and her body collapsed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Miao picked her up, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then walked towards Qichi next to the bookcase.

"Hey, I thought I could find out something." Jiang Miao rubbed the Jingming acupoint between his nose and sighed, "After working for a long time, I only heard an old love story half clearly."

"However... Lu Shan probably knew that Tang Deyong was going to be unfavorable to Ajiao, and it was probably because of this that the old man was imprisoned here." Jiang Miao said, turning his gaze to the bag held in Qichi's hand. A double-sided embroidery of hundreds of flowers.

"What is this?" Jiang Xiao asked.

Qi Chi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Naturally it's a good thing." He pointed the front of the embroidery to the candlelight and said, "Look carefully at the patterns of these stitches, each stitch actually forms a word..."

Jiang Miao followed Qi Chi's instructions, looked at the embroidery through the light, and found that the needles and threads hidden in those bright flowers were actually secretly composed of petty lowercase scripts.

"Let's look at the back." Qi Chi adjusted the embroidery, the back is also flowers, but the flower species are completely different from the front.

Jiang Miao's eyes lit up: "This is... the pattern on the butterfly's wings?"

"To be precise, it's the oldest version of Zhuolu drama." Qichi rolled up the embroidery and said to Jiang Miao, "Let's go back to the hotel first, I'm worried that Lu Shan's condition just now might alarm Tang Zhai people."

"Okay." Jiang Xiao nodded quickly.

The two left the side courtyard and left the Tang residence by night...

……

That night, neither Qichi nor Jiang Miao closed their eyes.They leaned over the table, carefully comparing the double-sided embroidery and the patterns on the butterfly wings.

"I didn't expect this embroidery to be a translated picture?" Jiang Miao couldn't help but sighed, "When I read martial arts novels before, I knew that there would be masters who would encrypt the texts of martial arts secret books from the Western Regions. Only with translated pictures can we study correctly. Unexpectedly, today we It’s also met.”

Qichi leaned back on the chair, his face was covered with scraps of paper written in turbid scriptures and Chinese characters, his brows were furrowed.

He rubbed his sore and swollen forehead, and said in a low voice: "There is too much information at present, and there is no regular order to follow. It may take a lot of time to put these words together to form effective information..."

Jiang Miao extinguished the cigarette butt, went around behind Xichi and squeezed his shoulders vigorously: "Then let's rest for a while."

Qi Chi was slightly stiffened by Jiang Miao's sudden touch, and subconsciously grabbed Jiang Miao's shoulder with his own hand.Jiang Miao froze for a moment, but didn't run away immediately.

"Hey, how's your master Jiang's craftsmanship?" Jiang Miao said bluntly.

Xichi took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice, "It's comfortable."

The two didn't communicate with each other after that, Jiang Xiao continued to massage Qichi, while looking at the double-sided embroidery of flowers on the table, he said with emotion: "This embroidery is really good, it looks like a narcissus is a narcissus , Haitang belongs to Haitang..."

Qi Chi shuddered, and asked in a cold voice, "What did you say?"

Jiang Miao blinked: "This embroiderer is really good."

"Next sentence."

"Narcissus is Narcissus, Begonia is Begonia... Fuck!" Jiang Miao bit the tip of his tongue, "I'm a fucking genius!"

"In January, the narcissus is plain, in February, the spring is a begonia, in March, the peach and apricot blossoms are like a brocade, in April, the peony is fragrant, in May, the pomegranate is red like fire, and in June, the lotus is full of ponds..."

The moon order flower song is the order!

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