Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu looked at Song Xiao in front of him, so unfamiliar that he even thought he had misunderstood the person at first glance.

The eyebrows of the woman in front of her were so thin that she couldn't bear clothes, like the kind of lady who was raised in the deep mountains and valleys, accompanied by orchid poetry, the breeze and the guqin, and the fairy spirit was ready to come out. She was so beautiful that she was a little sad.

However, almost two months ago, Song Xiao was still a bully who would swagger in the streets.Standing in front of him deliberately pretended to have sprained his feet, raised his chin and stretched out his hand to ask him to help him uprightly, rolled his eyes coquettishly and wantonly, touched the porcelain with great fanfare, and dared to publicize in the street that men can flirt with women, and it is only natural for women to flirt with men.

If a close friend in the boudoir encounters a grievance, she will definitely be the first to show up.Even a demon king like Yan Wujiu dared to provoke schemes and use his hands to punish those dudes.

Although it was annoying at times, it was so lively and dazzling that people could not forget it. It can be said that most of those dudes in Qingyuan County mentioned her while frowning and yearning for her.

It's hard to believe that Song Xiao like this will change into her current temperament after two months, and even become the prince's concubine.

Song Xiao's expression was peaceful, showing a little smile, it could be seen that she was genuinely happy, but even the smile was warm and indifferent.

"When I was young, I always felt that it would be better to die as a concubine. Now I feel that life is more important than anything else. King Xu's concubine... If it goes well, maybe she can enter the palace and become a concubine in the future."

She has obviously experienced a lot of things, and her whole person has changed from a naive and impulsive girl to a calmer and calmer person, but watching her speak, it is obvious that her nature has not really changed.

Yan Wujiu looked at her quietly: "What happened? I thought you were missing, and I have been looking for you for a long time, but there is no response from your family. Why is your father willing to ask you to come here?"

If I remember correctly, when Xu Wang met him, a foreigner, he didn't even give way in places like the bathing pool. There was another beauty with Song Xiao. Obviously, even if he was a concubine, Xu Wang didn't think much of Song Xiao.

Song Xiao was the most face-saving in the past. If a dude looked at her with bad eyes, she would never forget it.

But now he doesn't care that he is being looked at by outsiders.

Song Xiao was stunned, slightly pale, laughed at herself, and quickly came back to her senses: "This matter is a long story, and it's hard to explain it in one word. Tell me first, why did you appear here, and why did you take refuge in King Xu? That day you Saying that you killed Cui Quan, what's going on? I heard King Xu call your name, but I thought it was the same name, and I didn't dare to recognize it until I heard your voice."

Yan Wujiu also smiled, and said lightly: "The matter is more complicated, it's hard to explain in one word, are you sure you want to say it here?"

Song Xiao said decisively: "Let's just say something short. Let me ask you, how is Qingzhou Mu's beloved daughter doing now? How are you doing?"

Her voice and expression are both elegant and calm, but Yan Wujiu could hear a murderous look.

"Miss Ran? She's dead."

Song Xiao smiled immediately, lightly teased Awe-inspiring, and said coldly: "It's cheap for her, how did she die?"

Yan Wujiu looked calm: "Her family repented of the marriage, but she wanted to marry her fiancé wholeheartedly, so she fabricated a flower picker to destroy her reputation. It happened that her fiancé had an affair with the maid, and she almost killed the maid, so she was caught and threatened. She said everywhere that the flower picker was me and asked me to marry her. She was killed the next day. Her fiancé came out and pleaded guilty, and the government closed the case with suicide. However, it must have been poisoned to death. It is not clear who the murderer was. Your disappearance that day was related to her?"

Ever since Song Xiao heard that Miss Ran had died, there was a mocking sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"About that." She said flatly, "She used to talk to me, tied me up with the maid while I wasn't paying attention, and went to see you instead of me. Later, I was arrested."

Song Xiao frowned slightly, obviously she didn't want to mention what happened next.

She quickly pulled away from her emotions, and looked at Yan Wujiu calmly and seriously: "It's not early today, I haven't figured out how to tell you about some things, and at midnight tomorrow night, you should find a way to come to the Huangyuan in the north. At that time, I will tell you the details from the beginning. Before that, you have to be careful."

Yan Wujiu was suspicious: "Who should be careful?"

Song Xiao laughed at herself slightly, frowning all the time: "To be honest, I don't know who else is not careful. It's dangerous here, you'd better be careful of everyone. Seriously, I don't even know you Can I believe it, but if I don't believe you, who can I trust?"

She had a slight sense of loss on her face, but she didn't hesitate after she finished speaking, her brows were determined, and she nodded to Yan Wujiu: "I'm leaving. It's been too long since I've been out, remember, three o'clock tomorrow, trust the willow sticks. If If you don't see the willow, it means that the plan has changed. You don't show up."

Yan Wujiu waited for Song Xiao to leave, then walked away along the lake naturally.

Back in the courtyard, Yan Wujiu casually used a few chopsticks for dinner, then went back to the study.

At the end of the day, he now has time to carefully study the dossier on the killing of the Fengzhuang ghost sent by the six gates.

Although he was a ghost who was reborn after death and was suspected of wearing a book, Yan Wujiu himself did not believe that there was any ghost.

He believed that the god arresters of the six doors would not believe in the theory of ghosts killing people, and the so-called seeking monks to save them was probably looking for the traces of Fenlian.

When they came from Qingyuan County, the people from Six Doors seemed to be chasing Fenlian.Although Yan Wujiu had faintly noticed it, but at the time he didn't care about it, and he wasn't interested, so he walked around with a lot of effort.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Yan Wujiu looked at the file carefully.

According to records, the haunting case of Fengzhuang began on May 18th.

The first person to die was the old patriarch of the Mu family.

The death of the Mu Lao patriarch was very strange.

According to the confessions of the people around him, the old patriarch has always been in good health. He went fishing in Houshan Lake that afternoon and came back in good spirits. He ate two bowls of rice and hummed an opera after the meal.

After that, he would burn incense and chant scriptures before going to bed as usual.Because I often worked underground when I was young, my body was more or less sick, and it showed up when I was old, and I needed special incense to dispel and relieve it.

There are many locust trees in Fengzhuang, and there are many varieties of locust trees. They can bloom from April to October. Many incense here are made of locust flowers.

The business of combining incense is usually done by the Feng family, and the incense used by the old Mu patriarch that day was the first wave of new incense that the Feng family combined this year.

When the old patriarch lit incense, the young patriarch and several elders came to visit, asked a few words about the situation of the young people in the clan, also mentioned the matter of building tombs for other nobles in Beijing, and asked about the progress of the construction period.

Everything is normal.After the incense was lit, everyone went out, and the old patriarch was alone in the room.

After about an incense stick, I suddenly heard a sentence from inside: The time has come, it is time to go.

Everyone went in and saw that the incense was burned out, and the old patriarch died.

He pierced his own throat with a stone-chiseled awl, and the blood smeared the scriptures.

There is only one door in the room where the old patriarch burns incense, and everyone outside the door is there, and no one can enter.

Although there are windows in the room, there are glass window mirrors, and the size cannot allow people over ten years old to enter or exit.

This is classic suicide.

Therefore, although everyone was sad and puzzled, they didn't think much about it, so they notified the priests of the Feng family to prepare for the funeral of the old patriarch.

At the same time, the young patriarch took over as the new patriarch of the Mu family.

The trouble is, three days later, Bianjing's order came, and everyone panicked.

The Mu family was the craftsman who built the tombs, and they worked closely with the Gongshu family who made the blueprints of the organs and the Feng family who were in charge of the sacrifices.

Beyond that, they generally don't communicate with people.

After all, they were the ones who built mausoleums for emperors and nobles. Craftsmen have always been of low status, not to mention such craftsmen.

The Mu Lao patriarch has not done anything for many years, and the last time he built a tomb was nine years ago.

That is the mausoleum built for Jinshang. It has been built for 30 years since Jinshang ascended the throne.

But it has been 39 years since he ascended the throne today, and he is now 74 years old, and he can still call his beloved concubine to give birth to Lin'er. He still looks strong, and he will have to wait a few more years to enjoy his mausoleum. On the contrary, his son first passed away.

The one who died was the deposed prince Murong Zhao, who committed suicide after being imprisoned for treason by witchcraft.At that time, the old emperor was heartbroken and furious, and ordered the Mu family to build an accompanying mausoleum next to his mausoleum, and hastily buried the prince.Years of indifference.

However, seven years have passed, and after Concubine Xu Shiyun gave birth to the little prince, she reminded the old emperor of when the deposed prince was a child.

The old emperor regretted it, thinking of his son who had vowed never to see him again, thinking of him being buried in such a remote place, suffering a serious illness, dreaming of the late queen kneeling and crying in front of him, and after waking up, he ordered the restoration of the abolished crown prince. Get him out of the accompanying mausoleum and sacrifice and bury him again.

On May [-]th, before the news spread to Bianjing, the patriarch Mu Lao who was in charge of building the mausoleum died suddenly.

Originally, the death of a Mu Lao patriarch had nothing to do with the emperor's re-burial of the deposed prince.However, here I have to mention the characteristics of Fengzhuang's construction of mausoleums.

In ancient times, in order to prevent the mausoleum from being stolen, the emperors even killed the craftsmen who built the tomb and used it for burial, so that the secrets of the mausoleum would disappear forever.However, the artisans of Fengzhuang have been passed down from generation to generation without incident. That is because of the unique funeral culture of Fengzhuang.

The public loser is in charge of designing the tomb, and the Mu family is responsible for building the tomb according to the drawings of the public loser, and finally buries and seals the tomb, and the Feng family breaks the dragon stone.

The accompanying tomb is different from the main tomb. Usually, before the death of the emperor, the accompanying tomb is not completely sealed. There are still cases where it is reopened, and the deceased is brought out for re-burial, or buried in the main tomb.

In response to this situation, the accompanying mausoleum built by the Mu family has a special mechanism, which requires two private keys and a secret code for the correct use of the keys.

Usually, the secret keys of the child and the mother are kept by the palace and the Mu family respectively, and the method and code of using the secret key are kept in the office building of the public loser, and placed together with many true and false secret codes.Only the people in the palace know the location of the safe with secret orders and the key to open it, and they always open it every time.

This time, the abandoned prince accompanied the mausoleum to reopen, and the old patriarch died, so everyone thought of finding the secret key kept in the Mu family.

The box for keeping the secret key is in the indoor secret room where the patriarch Mu Lao burned incense. The box was found, but it was empty.

Until this time, the members of the Mu family felt that something was wrong with the death of the Mu elder patriarch.

Without one of the keys, the accompanying tomb cannot be opened normally. If it is not possible, the method of tomb robbery can only be used to forcibly explode the accompanying tomb.

But in this way, the consequences are somewhat uncontrollable.

Just imagine, if the tombs built by Fengzhuang were stolen by the people of Fengzhuang, what would the owners of the tombs think?Is there still a way out for the craftsmen who built the tomb?

But if the deposed prince cannot be reburied because of the Mu family's poor preservation, the emperor's wrath is not something they can bear.

The matter fell into a dilemma, the two evils were the lesser, the Fengzhuang people bit them to death: they couldn't find the key, and no one could open the accompanying tomb.

At this time, news came that the old patriarch of the public loser also died suddenly.

Everyone's eyelids jumped, and the young patriarch of the public loser reacted, and immediately took the angels in the palace to the organ building, wanting to take out the secret order to use the secret key to open the accompanying tomb.

However, what he was afraid of would come, and the secret orders hidden in the agency building also disappeared.

So far, among the three conditions to unlock the accompanying tomb, only the only secret key brought by the angel in the palace remains.

The secret key lost by the Mu family, and the password to use the secret key lost by the public loser, as long as one of them is missing, the accompanying tomb cannot be opened.

Only by finding the culprit behind the killing of the two old patriarchs of Mu Jiagong's loser, and recovering the secret key and secret order, can everything be resolved.

And King Xu was the person sent by the emperor to take full charge of the re-burial of the deposed prince.

It was only when King Xu came here that he realized that such a big incident had happened. Facing the pleading of guilt from the four patriarchs of Fengzhuang, he did not convict immediately, but ordered them to hurry up and figure out a way to open the accompanying tomb.

When the emperor got old, his temper became a little weird. King Xu was always known for being virtuous and generous. He didn't report the matter to the imperial court immediately, but put up the pressure himself to buy them time to investigate the case.

At this time, the person from Six Doors happened to pass by Fengzhuang, and was visited by the person from Fengzhuang, asking for help in finding out the real culprit.

The candle flickered.

Yan Wujiu pinched the center of his brows, thoughtfully.

No wonder when he was in Luoyang, he only heard Longlin Weili say that the six doors were investigating the case in Fengzhuang, but he didn't hear what case they were investigating. He thought it was because the six doors were always low-key and mysterious when handling cases.

When he was in Luoyang, he had never heard of the fact that the tomb of the abolished prince could not be opened, and even heard a few words about the re-burial of the abolished prince, and no one cared about it.

After all, everyone is dead, and the nobles of Luoyang's aristocratic families are interested in which prince who is alive can inherit the rule.

On this point, the little princes of King Xu and Concubine Yun are the most vocal.

Xu Wang has always been well-known among the people and courts because he has always been virtuous and generous, indifferent to fame and wealth, and likes to seek immortality.

The little prince's voice was loud, purely because the old emperor was too eccentric, and everyone could see his intentions.

Yan Wujiu remembered that in the daytime, he went to confess to Xu Wang, Xu Wang told him not to be too anxious to solve the case, the key point is to keep track of the progress of Gu Yuexi and the others on the case.

"I'm not in a hurry to solve the case, but I'm not in a hurry to open the companion tomb, but I need to know the progress... Is it to take the initiative?" Yan Wujiu pondered, but couldn't figure it out for the time being.

Tee, Tee, Tee.

In the silent night, there was a soft knock on the door.

Unhurried, it sounds reassuring.

Yan Wujiu came back to his senses, put away the files, and walked to the door.

The door of the study creaked open.

Outside the door was a monk holding a flower pot, looking at Yan Wujiu with peaceful and pure eyes, his expression was obviously solemn, but it gave people an illusion of faint joy.

The corners of Yan Wujiu's lips raised slightly unconsciously, before he knew the function of Bingyu Guanyin, he didn't always carry that thing with him.After all, Yan Wujiu doesn't like restraint.

But after knowing that the monk at night relied on this to find him, he subconsciously carried it with him.

"How did you get in, no one noticed?"

The guards in the palace will only be stricter because of the case of Fengzhuang, not to mention that Yan Wujiu surrendered from the Dragon Scale Guard, even if Xu Wang believed him, there were still people watching his every move.

Fen Lian looked calm and peaceful: "No, their martial arts are not good, and they can't see the little monk."

Yan Wujiu didn't know why, every time he saw him and heard him speak, he couldn't help laughing.

He really blinked his eyes and laughed softly: "Well, Lian Lian's martial arts is really high, very powerful. So powerful, why don't you stay by my side and protect me?"

Fen Lian's eyes brightened slightly, but she quickly calmed down again: "I really want to, but..."

He seems to have no memory as soon as the sun rises.He didn't know what he would do during the day.

But, no matter what kind of person he is in the daytime, whether he has memory or not, he will still like Wugui, absolutely.

"But what?" Yan Wujiu tilted his head slightly to look at him, his smile was bright and loose, his slender eyelashes lightly curled up, and he seemed a little ignorant and innocent.

Fen Lian nodded her head: "Young monk stay here to protect Wu Jiu. If the little monk says something strange after sunrise, Wu Jiu should not be angry, okay?"

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, and said with a smile: "Then what if you really did something that made me very angry?"

Fen Lian's eyes were focused, and she said earnestly: "Tell the monk at night, and the monk will change."

Yan Wujiu laughed lightly, hugged him lazily, and shook him gently, as if he couldn't stand still with laughter.

"Okay. That's a deal."

Fen Lian was slightly stiffened by his embrace, and immediately moved the flowerpot in her arms away carefully, so that when Yan Wujiu hugged him, he could be more intimate.

Yan Wujiu was in a good mood, and took his hand: "I've been in Fengzhuang for two days, and I haven't had a good time shopping. I heard that the ghost market in Fengzhuang is very interesting. Let's make it today."

Fifteen today, full moon in the sky.

Even Fengzhuang, which had been silent for more than a month because of the case, on this full moon night, the town once again returned to its usual bustle.

Yan Wujiu took the monk's hand and swaggered out of the palace.

This time, no one named Crow Feather Guard followed.

The palace was on the top of the mountain, and they still couldn't feel the lively atmosphere. When they walked down the mountain road, starting from the halfway up the mountain, they saw the bustling crowd.

It seems that the Lantern Festival in Bianjing has arrived in an instant.

Because of Fengzhuang's unique culture, the relationship between men and women is more free than in other places in the Central Plains. If they agree, they can hold hands as husband and wife as long as they report to the patriarch.If you get the right eye, if the two are interested, you can go on a date.

If you don't want to continue, as long as the clan elders nod more than halfway, the relationship can be terminated immediately.

Yan Wujiu looked at the couples on the street regardless of age and gender, and said to Fenlian: "It is said that the ancestors of these craftsmen died in Fengzhuang a long time ago because they were arrested and built mausoleums. To continue the incense, they ignore the etiquette. In this way, as long as two people intend to marry, the children born will be raised together by the four clans. Even without parents, they can grow up safely."

Fen Lian held the flowerpot in one hand and took Yan Wujiu's hand in the other, slowly walking side by side in the crowd with him, her eyes soft.

The people around didn't look sideways because the monk was so close to another man. Everyone's eyes seemed to be filled with soft and happy smiles, and their eyes were friendly and peaceful.

Yan Wujiu bought two ghost masks, put one on for himself, and hung the other on Fenlian's head.

Fen Lian pursed her lips and looked at him with a slight smile, but did not pull down the mask to cover her face.

Yan Wujiu wearing a mask looked a little strange and distant, but the pair of shiny and clear eyes exposed by the mask were very familiar, because this cold and ferocious mask made Fen Lian believe that the smile in those eyes was gentle and genuine .

He smiled slowly, holding Yan Wujiu's hand more carefully.

There are so many people, what if they get separated?

Fengzhuang is not a small town. Many people in the four clans do not inherit the business of the four clans, but farm and do business like ordinary people.Even, some, like people outside, marry wives and start a family, raise children by themselves, and take care of the elderly.

Only those who inherit the foundation of the family among the four clans will stick to the tradition.

However, whenever this kind of festival is held, everyone does not distinguish between you and me, and everyone enjoys Yan You under the full moon.

The long road is winding and winding, and there are all kinds of food, drink and fun along the way, as if you can play from dark to dawn without repeating.

When you are tired, you can find a place to sit down and rest at any time, and taste some fresh food and fruit drinks.

The two were very energetic and really walked from one end to the other.

Playing around, walking and stopping, walking slowly for more than two hours.

When walking back, the number of tourists and vendors on the road gradually decreased, which means they went back to rest.

Yan Wujiu seldom walked so far, relying on Fenlian to not move.

Fen Lian squatted down: "Come up, little monk, carry Tanyue Lord on his back and walk away."

Yan Wujiu was spoiled and spoiled, he didn't feel anything wrong at all, so he lay on his back.

Fen Lian was holding the flower pot in one hand, and Yan Wujiu was holding Yan Wujiu's back in the other hand, she walked easily and steadily, without any sweat on her forehead, and her breathing was not disturbed.

"Monk, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired. When I was a kid practicing kung fu, there would be heavy stones attached to my feet, but once you get used to it, you won't notice it. You won't feel the weight if you carry Wu Jiu on your back."

Yan Wujiu, who was carried away by him, felt a little tired instead: "I'll sleep for a while, wake me up before dawn."

He paused: "Wake me up if you see something interesting on the road."

This troubled Fen Lian a little, he didn't know what kind of things were considered interesting.

Because Yan Wujiu was on his back, he even felt that the lush weeds on the road were unique, and he was in a good mood when he saw everything.

Those stalls that have never been patronized want to experience it with the people on their backs.What has been done, because of the joy that emerges in retrospect, I want to experience it again.

In this way, everything is interesting, and nothing is particularly interesting.

Until I came to a dimly lit place and saw a silent painting booth.

Fen Lian stopped: "Amitabha, old man, can I draw at night?"

"Okay." The man raised his eyes, "It's fine if you don't have a dark heart. Day has the way of day, and night has the way of painting at night."

"Then ask the old man to draw a picture for the monk and the person on his back."

"Master, please sit down and wake up that junior."

"No, just draw like this."

He stood there, and the full moon radiated light, illuminating the sky and the distance: "Please also draw the surrounding scenery."

Tonight is so beautiful, he wants to keep it in his collection, so that when he gets old, he can review it from time to time.

The old man wrote quickly, and not long after, he said to the monk: "Okay, the outline has been drawn, and you don't need to stand here for the rest. Go and play, just remember to pick up the painting after three days. The old man will live in the back In that bamboo building."

Fen Lian remembered the location and paid him the deposit.

At this time, there are few stalls and pedestrians on the street.

It's almost dawn.

He walked slowly up the mountain, and after leaving the residential area, there were no people on the road leading to the palace.

In the middle of the mountain, the mountain wind is blowing, and the stars and sky are undulating.

The distant sky looked bright and dark.

Fen Lian stopped, and it was almost dawn.

He put Yan Wujiu down, gently embraced him, let him lean against himself, and waited quietly for a while.

Dongfang showed fish belly white.

"No blame, no blame, wake up."

Yan Wujiu woke up very quickly, except for the moment when he opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly hazy, but soon became clear.

He took a step back and stood up straight, looking back at the white sky, the steps down the mountain were as white as a strip of light from the sky.

"It's dawn."

He looked back at Fenlian, with a faint smile in his eyes, and the mountain wind blew his face and stroked a little bit of hair.

Yan Wujiu looked at Fenlian quietly, as if waiting for something.

Fen Lian also looked at him quietly, but seemed to be belatedly sleepy.

His uncontrollable eyes were tired and drooped again and again, and he struggled to cry softly: "No fault... I..."

Yan Wujiu watched him close his eyes, but didn't open them immediately, his closed brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was struggling and hesitating to think about something.

Visible to the naked eye, the sky is slightly bright, and the calm and quiet face in the burning lotus night, with the light of the sky, the lines become clear and clear little by little.

It was as if the mist had been blown away from the sculpture, revealing the sharp and prominent lines of the brow bone.

For monks, he looks too handsome, calm and dignified.

He opened his eyes abruptly, his expression indifferent and awe-inspiring, aloof and stern.Even if there is no wave, it is like the cold moon shooting the river, the frost sword and the snow.

That pair of eyes looked at Yan Wujiu calmly, their eyes trembled suddenly as if being floated by the morning wind in the mountains, but after a moment, they remained indifferent.

The author has something to say: Master: What happened, the moment you open your eyes, your sweetheart is right in front of you!Didn't I do anything bad last night?