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——The Lonely Spring Terrace calls you all over——

Searching for new things in the city dragged on until dusk, and a lunch break made people limp from sleep.

Zhou Tanyue went out, held the eagle in the porch, hooked his head and teased it, two locks of temple hair fell down to cover his eyes: "Snow-colored Haidongqing is the most difficult to find, is this the rumored jade claw?"

A low smile then fell into his ears: "He Lianyu bought his red gold armbands and exchanged a basket of chicken cubs. If it was jade claws, it would be worth it."

The teahouses in Liangzhou are different from those in Nanjun County. They serve earthenware bowls and drink rough tea. The boiled water is rolled with green onion, ginger and mint, which is quite a mix of east and west.

Zhou Tan rummaged through the broken mints in the box, and threw a few pieces into the water. He smashed the tea foam, his brows and eyes hidden in the steaming heat for a moment.He Lianyun raised his hand to turn the still hot stove, half of his body was hidden under the shadow of the window.

The porter put a load on the front store to pick up the towel, sat down sweating profusely: "I'm scared to death."

The shopkeeper who is just getting bored has to walk a few steps quickly to ask, "What's the matter?"

"To hell with it in broad daylight."

The golden wheel in the blue sky was hanging clearly, and laughter rang out in the store first.The climate of the Northland is interesting, the theory of ghosts and gods seems to exist, but there are many believers, and the believers are mixed, and the voice of ridicule is not small.

Xiao Lang, who was simmering wine, waved a towel and laughed mockingly: "What nonsense? Once the sky fire is over, all the spirits and souls will be scattered. That's called clean. Where did the ghost come from?"

"That's why you don't know. It's not like there is no custom of cremation outside Liangzhou City. Here..."

The man pointed to the outside of the mountain: "On the graveyard, there are tombs piled on top of each other. Besides, on the top of the city wall, there was a battle a few years ago, and the heads were piled up in piles. I think you haven't lost your lanugo, even The Lord of Pingliang didn't even know about that arrow."

"Hey." The porter stretched out his head and squeezed into the tight siege: "Jianping Liangzhou is the feudal marquis of Pingliang. There are all kinds of stories in this street. Young people don't make progress at all."

"Hey." Xiao Lang imitated him and choked: "In the script, Mr. Da Yan also has an affair with the Lord of Nanjun, can that be counted?"

He dragged the wine stove down the stairs, raised his youthful voice and pinched his waist to question: "Even if Marquis Pingliang has nine heads and three legs, that dog king of Nanjun can't get into the eyes of King Da Yan."

The voices of echo began to rise from all directions.Zhou Tan could hardly restrain his smile, he held his cup and showed some doubts: "Just who is this Da Yanjun?"

"The transition of power and position in the middle account has not been announced to the public, you will come tomorrow." He Lianyun didn't continue talking, but lowered his eyes to take the half-tucked silver teaspoon in his palm.

The silver teaspoon was exquisitely cast, made of Yuchuan silver, the color is lighter than Liangzhou silver, and the grain is also neatly drawn, but looking at it inexplicably, He Lianyun's thoughts were distracted for a while.

After waiting for an hour and a half, Da Yanjun's fans stopped talking nonsense, and the speech finally changed from "very beautiful" to "seeing hell in the daytime", Zhou Tan leaned over to listen, his eyes and eyebrows were peaceful.

"On the graveyard last night, someone heard the ghost girl crying, crying and calling people's names. It was very scary. I fought that on a sunny day, and I could still hear the sound."

"I'm afraid it's the wind, the wind is very strong on that mountain."

"The sound of the wind and the voice of the people are very different. Besides, the ghost lamp is flashing red and yellow, so it can be fake."

Zhou Tan looked at people with broken tea, and seemed to be a little interested: "Lonely Spring Terrace has called you all over the place, but I don't know which family of unlucky girls it is."

A trick is not new, it is a trick, and it is a pity to miss it. He picked up the bowl and drank it on his finger, silently meeting his eyes.

A good show has to be watched at night, and tonight the scene is very suitable, even the stars and the moon are half hidden.At dusk there was a bit of wind, and there was a constant whistling sound of piercing through the forest and beating leaves.

He Lianyun put on light clothes and borrowed the light, and stopped in the middle of the mountain to wait for the person in outer clothes.

He is still a snow-colored cloak and a jade-colored person, and he doesn't bother to wear a hair crown, and his temple hair falls apart all the way, as if splashing water.

Helian Yunxu held the loose hair: "Why don't you wear a crown?"

"The crown and hair are neat, it's not good to hell." He smiled back.

As you get closer, you can see the tombs covered with hills more clearly. Not every family can afford stone tablets, and not every family has an incense burner. Some deliberately cut wood to make monuments, and painted them with cinnabar to write people's names. It must be an unnamed tomb, a handful of loess.

A cemetery is always like a place where yin and yang intersect, separating life and death, and the names of the living and the dead are written next to each other. I don't know whether the survivors shed more tears or the people under the spring are more resentful.

Socks were stained with mud and water in the wet soil, Zhou Tan avoided walking, his eyes were slightly closed for a moment, his body was a little cold, and even the bones were blown, but fortunately, the heat from the people behind him was accompanied by the wind, and his arrogance overwhelmed Liang Ye. The frowning eyebrows slowly stretched, and he went to listen to the noise in the distance again.

There was indeed a female voice calling from the tomb, and sobs came from all directions.

Zhou Tan turned his ears to identify the direction, and walked through the forest leaves.The light on the palm flickers on and off, and the sound of the wind is blowing on the ground, entwining one's nerves like filaments entering the brain.

He didn't feel nervous, let alone worried, but felt the cold wind, so he grabbed the clothes on his back.

Thick fog floated up from the ground, like a higher curtain, and the sound of heavy coffins began to come one after another, creaking and creaking, like thunder and wind.

"It's too much foreplay." Zhou Tan glanced at the person beside him, and slipped out a willow-colored fan from his arms.There was a golden bell on the fan, and he rang the three-inch bell in the wind, fearing that there would be no chaos.

He Lianyun understood for a moment, he only clamped the short knife on his waist, and listened attentively.

The ghost lights suddenly lit up.

The dim light flashed quickly, and accompanied by the sound of the wind, it was like a knife like an arrow.Zhou Tan's left foot landed on a branch and leaf, and he heard the stone tablet explode. He stopped his foot and turned over, holding a fan like a knife, and brought out a strong wind.The bow at the waist was bent like a bow, and his white clothes did not touch the ground, and he fell lightly outside the battle circle.

The rocks bounced and shattered, the mud also broke in the haze, and a line of peach blossom surface slowly floated up.He held the fan in silence, taking the face of the ghost girl into his eyes.

It can be called as gorgeous as peaches and plums, but the soot has fallen on half of the face, and the other half is still bright red and covered with endless blood scabs.It's like the plain silk is splashed with blood, people can only see the dirty, but not the original plain.

The woman opened her hands in the mist to pounce, with a sharp gasp in her throat, but her throat was caught by the fan bone.

"What are you bringing me here for?"

The ghost girl didn't speak, but sobbed softly: "I'm a girl from a good family, I beg you to take pity on me, and kill the heartbroken man for me."

"Whoever betrays you, you can find him yourself. Playing tricks is always useless."

She held the silver hairpin and looked up, her hair was loose all over her head, and she just lowered her head while sobbing and recited: "24 bridges on a moonlit night."

In the second half of the reading, some blood came out, and he curled up tremblingly: "Where is the jade man, teach me to play the flute."

Zhou Tan looked at her in the familiar Jiangnan voice, and sighed slightly: "Forget it, just lead the way."

There was blood everywhere, he wiped He Lianyun's palm, inexplicably got tired of Yu Chuanyin in his palm, and simply threw it into the mud: "Nowhere is clean."

"Exchange for Liangzhou silver tomorrow." The man said in a low voice, "Go to Helian Yu's silver cabinet and pick it up."

Zhou Tan laughed again, most of his cloak was loose, and was pulled up by someone ironing.This mole was covered tightly, and the wind could not see through.

The ghost girl dragged her red skirt to lead the way, and after turning around the mountain, three or two white-faced women came one after another, their faces were miserable white, their eyes were like black holes, and there were red marks hanging down under their eyes, they followed silently all the way.Even the lanterns were made of white paper, splashed with cinnabar like blood.

The lantern on the left reads "The feast is imminent", and the lantern on the right reads "Skin and flesh into the pot".

Zhou Tan and He Lianyun walked side by side, their steps were somewhat consistent.

The road to Yizhuang is not far away, and it is so close that people want to say "blessed by nature".

This desolate and miserable atmosphere, and the fire was just right, made people sigh the thoughts of the people behind the scenes.

It's a fine workmanship and ingenuity. It would be a loss not to go to Nanjun to organize the Huachaohui and Moonchao Festival.

Song Qinghe stood in front of the door with her skirt on her arm and waited for him, her eyes were no longer clouded by fog, she didn't wear shoes and boots, her socks were covered with fresh blood, dripping dripping.

Zhou Jintu wakes up in the fumigation, the spring flowers and moon imprisoned in the incense box are burning vigorously, and the strong fragrance is like an underground hand dragging people into dreams.

She rubbed her head gently, and a servant lifted the curtain and lowered her head and called out: "Princess, noble lady Lihua is waiting outside the door, please see me."

She moved the chess pieces in her palm, the black ones were carved from ink jade, and the white ones were carved from white jade, exquisite and exquisite with a watery appearance.

"Your Majesty, please come in." His long fingers brushed away the drooping temple hair on his face, revealing the eyes that were still clear and upturned despite being lazy.

Although the nobleman is just a nobleman, he can also be called the crown of the sixth palace. The young nine princes were crowned king at the beginning of the year. Even though they don't stay in the palace, the title is enough.

Both gorgeous and gorgeous, this name is put in the ears of others, like a little tenderness of the emperor full of selfishness.

Envious and greedy.

Zhou Jintu looked at her from afar, watching her wearing neon clothes, walking on the lotus, and then passing the rich family.

The nobleman Lihua saluted her, wearing a phoenix hairpin and her hair was as black as a cloud.

For the palace ban banquet, the firewood is set up, and the height is getting higher and higher.Zhou Jintu remained silent, feeling cold.But I don't know whose turn it is to be cooked thoroughly.

Thousands of miles away, the water and the sky are mixed into one color, and the night in Changzhou finally cleared up the fog. Lu Chengzhi stroked the railing of the boat and looked at the mist.

She was wearing a doctor's gown, her body was plain, and she didn't apply powder on her face, but she was so white that her face was blurred.

The bright lights are on the upper reaches of the river, and the nine-story building on the board of the merchant ship is floating without shame on the dead line of overstepping.

The merchant ships of the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce are extremely stable and have flat decks. Although they are commercial, they are like a ship on the sea, sheltering from wind and rain along the way, crossing the Yuchuan River to Lufu, Changzhou.

The medicine stove was hanging in front of her, and a few rotten bodhi leaves were simmering with an ever-burning candle. She patted the breath of the medicine on her fingertips, and twirled the Buddhist beads on her wrist.

The string worn by Bodhizi, accompanied by soft golden threads, rustled slightly in the night wind.

"Miss, rest early, and we will be docking tomorrow."

"I know." She responded softly to the attendants on the merchant ship, but she didn't have the happy face of a ship approaching her house.

This figure is like a pool of night snow scattered on the bow, with a soft and thin back, she raised her hand to tie up the loose temple hair, and then slowly threaded it through with the moist boudoir jade hairpin, revealing the unhealed forehead.

The scars are conspicuous, and there is a red line in Meiyu.On the contrary, there seemed to be a gap, and the fresh and seductive breath gradually leaked out.

Is a living person.

The author says:

The transition is still very unfamiliar, I have to continue to practice hahaha.