"My aunt likes to tell stories, and I asked my aunt one of them. Can I tell these stories to others?

Then my aunt asked me who is the other person in your mouth? I told Brother Beichen, Jiang Shen, and my brother, my friend. ”

With Zhou Ke.

Suddenly stopped, lowered his head, tears fell, and he couldn't stop crying.

Until enough crying, the car had already arrived at the door of the Jiang family's old house.

She turned her head to look at Zigui: "What do you guess about my aunt?"

Zigui pondered in his heart, Zhou Ke's words just now, and asked uncertainly: "It won't be for me, right?"

"Auntie, if you really want to talk about it. Then tell this story to your future brother Beichen's wife. And only she is qualified to listen to this story. Others...... No, no. ”

It's starting to be gloomy and looking like it's going to rain.

Jiang Beichen instructed Uncle Lin and Jiang Zhouke to send it back.

He took Zigui back to the courtyard.

Jiang Beichen took his son to visit the house with an umbrella.

"This place used to be called King Xuan's Mansion. Zigui looked at everything around him: "When I first came, there were these words on the door knocker. The second time I was in your game. The people of the Jiang family are very taboo here. You're obsessed with this place, and I'm getting more and more interested in this house. ”

Jiang Beichen just had a faint smile on his lips.

Zigui didn't think about making him answer, but seemed to be talking to himself: "Is the story in my aunt's mouth as inseparable from this mansion?" But now, I'm not interested in my aunt's story, but I'm interested in my aunt as a person. ”

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Listening Rain Pavilion. "Tingyu Pavilion was originally a library pavilion, and there were countless books in it, and its top floor was a pavilion.

The space is not too big, a limited number of bookshelves, and the remaining space can be made with three or two friends to make a pot of tea, listening to the sound of rain outside, and opening the window to see the mountains stretching in the distance.

The whole atmosphere was exceptionally good.

"Do you like it here?" Jiang Beichen asked, "If you like it, we'll sleep here tonight." Looking out from here, the stars are especially bright at night. ”

Hearing Jiang Beichen like this, Zigui suddenly had expectations in his heart.

The moment she walked into the Tingyu Pavilion, she liked it.

Zigui saw a tea set on the shelf next to him.

"Can it be used?"

"Of course. ”

Zigui smiled, his eyes shining brightly: "Very good." The mountains here are beautiful, there are stories, tea and beautiful models"

"You believe it. Do people have a past life and this life?"

"Mr. Beichen. Zigui smiled: "The last time I asked you in your room, did I believe it? I believe that at that time, there was no reason, but I was willing to believe your every word." ”

"And now?"

"Think about it sensibly. I don't know. But if you believe it from the bottom of your heart? If you ask for a reason, there is only one reason, because it is yours, so I believe it. ”

"In that year, Gu Changan died, leaving the prince and Bei Mingxuan. Bei Mingxuan is busy with court politics, and the prince has been taken care of by an aunt named Sorry Heart. ”

Hearing this, she was slightly stunned, and it was only for a moment, she concentrated on making tea and listened carefully to the story in Jiang Beichen's mouth.

"When the prince grows up, my aunt will be old. He heard rumors that the monk and his father had cultivated an immortal body, and his blood could make people immortal. So the prince went to ask for the emperor's blood with the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor. ”

At this point, Jiang Beichen suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Zigui was curious, and didn't wait for him to speak, and asked, "Did you really do it?"

Jiang Beichen took a particularly thin book from the bookshelf, and he gave it to Zigui: "There is a record in the literature. ”

Zigui looked at the things in his hand, the paper had turned yellow, but it was not so old that it was unbearable: "This is a later manuscript." ”

"It's already oxidized. This book in your hand has been more than 100 years old. Both the paper and the words are specially treated. ”

Zigui looked at the content above and read: "Biography, the holy monk mayfly has clouds, and the emperor of Shuzhou has the secret technique of immortality and immortality, and he can live long by drinking his flesh and blood." The crown prince Si believed in him, so he took it to save his benefactor, and later, the emperor of Shuzhou died, and Si Qi's benefactor also died......"

She returned the things to Jiang Beichen: "Why did you die? But what is the truth?"

"Guess!"

"Guess?" Zigui lowered her eyes, looking at the content above, she frowned and then smiled.

Jiang Beichen saw every expression on her face.

In this way, he is even more looking forward to the answer from Zigui's mouth.

"Whether this is true or not, it doesn't matter whether the benefactors of Bei Yingxuan and the Prince Si can really survive. ”

Beichen was interested: "Why do you think it's important?"

"Bei Mingxuan and that benefactor, they are indeed dead, and the most important thing is to talk about the news. It is necessary to make the people at that time and even everyone at that time believe this news, and even more so to make all of them believe that this rumor of the mayfly is false. Otherwise, Bei Mingxuan will become Tang Seng. In this way, there is no guarantee for the life of the family. ”

"That's the truth. Jiang Beichen asked, "What kind of result is that?"

Zigui thought for a while: "According to the history studied, people in ancient times liked those strange powers, ghosts and gods, so the emperor and the benefactors of the crown prince at that time must be dead, at least they will die in the eyes of everyone, and then the prince will ascend the throne as the emperor." ”

"That's half right. Jiang Beichen said: "Several lifetimes of reincarnation are immortal, and Bei Mingxuan at that time didn't know if he really could do it, even if he believed in the words of the floating wanderer, but who could guarantee what he hadn't experienced." For this result, Bei Yingxuan was curious and looked forward to it even more. ”

"So he agreed?" Zigui asked.

"Yes. Jiang Beichen said: "Bei Mingxuan agreed, and there is another reason for this, because the person who wants to save is sorry." He thought that if he really saved the life, in the long years, maybe someone would accompany him to talk about Chang'an, otherwise he was really worried and would forget, he was really afraid of forgetting. ”

Zigui was silent.

I pondered in my heart.

"You can ask whatever you want. Jiang Beichen looked at Zigui's tangled appearance with amusement.

"Then the aunt we met before is also called Sorry, could it be a person?"

He was silent.

Many of these stories, as well as the real situation of his own body, he wants to treat her, but he has scruples.

In the midst of many considerations, he said: "I don't know. ”

Zigui looked at everything around him, and suddenly thought in his heart: "Mr. Beichen, that game you played." It's all related to this house and the story you tell. ”