After three rounds of drinking, on the fourth watch of the month, Huan all still left from the flower street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Stepping into the silence of the night, he walked on the bluestone path in the city at midnight, and was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning, the warbler song and swallow dance, the beautiful hustle and bustle away from him will be far away, and the cool and silent south wind at night came to the face, and the change of the place was lost, probably only with him on the night road slowly, the soul of the long-distance crossing can be seen.

When he was young, his swaying figure was gradually lit by the lantern hanging high at the west gate of Wuyi Lane, and the black shadow under him was straight and elongated, but it also cut the bluestone road in front of the alley into countless sections.

The high pillars of the Zhu Gate, the blue tiles and white walls, even if the night is covered with a layer of clouds, it is also clear to him.

Enjoying the night wind, Huan Jie's body is still hot, especially this skull seems to be supporting a furnace, and there is a big fire, which is inexhaustible. He ascended the stone steps and stood in front of the west gate, hesitated for a moment as he raised his arm, but finally knocked down his finger firmly and made a sound on the ground.

One, two, three.

There was another cuckoo sound, and it was very loud under the canopy of the four wildernesses in the open sky.

After waiting for a moment of fear, accompanied by a long "squeak" sound, the heavy high door was really gently moved from the inside, and a thin slit in Lurong turned over alone, only to hear a man from inside and said in a low voice: "Come in, the girl of the first dream has been waiting in the side garden for a long time, come with me." ”

The man's words were three points of urgency, as if the first dream had been waiting for a long time, and Huan Jie's guard was slightly relieved by his words, so he stepped inside, and walked with him towards the depths of the dark mansion with the stars and the moon.

"Who are you from the first dream girl?" Huan Du steamed out of the dense vegetation in the house, and poured wine and woke up for five or six minutes.

"Childe can rest assured. The little servant is just a servant in the house, and the cheap name is not mentioned, for fear of polluting the ears of the son, the first dream girl saved the life of the little servant in front of the house, and the little servant knows the grace of the retribution, and only the first dream girl is the head of the horse in the house. The little servant is reliable, otherwise such a big thing, the first dream girl will never entrust the little servant to do it. ”

"I listen to your words, it seems that you have studied, what is the position in the mansion?" Huan Du wanted to see the servant's face clearly through the faint moonlight, but this path was too deep, and there was no trace of clear light leaking down.

"It's no wonder that the girl of the first dream told me that Childe is not very human, so Childe is broken. The little servant had really read some books before, and now he was in the front yard helping the prince of Jinting to sort out the worship work handed by the disciples. ”

This is a sore spot that Huan Du can't look back on.

He hurriedly diverted the topic and asked, "You said, 'The girl of the first dream said that I am not very human', how did she say about me?"

"The girl of the first dream is very fond of the child, praising the 'son is not very human', telling me to 'not be lazy' and 'not to be rude', in fact...... The little servant didn't know who the son was, and the girl of the first dream specially asked this deep and secluded path to walk......"

Huan all understood what he meant, so he snorted, this first dream was really delicate, and he sent a servant to guide the way on the road, even if someone found out, it had nothing to do with her, and he didn't tell his identity to the servant, so he specially chose a dark path to walk, so that the servant could not see his face clearly, in case the incident at the east window happened one day, the servant would not be able to confess.

"What is Chu Meng's situation in the mansion now, so how does Xie Fuxuan treat her?"

"Back to Gongzi, the little servants between Fu Xuan Gongzi and the first dream girl don't know much about each other, the little servants usually do things in the front yard, and the little servants don't dare to inquire about the affairs of the masters. But...... Occasionally, I saw the girl of the first dream washing her face with tears in the garden......"

This answer is also in line with Huan Ji's temptation, if he returns in detail, it seems unreal. Huan Jun asked, "Why do you wash your face with tears?"

"The servant doesn't know. ”

"Don't you have a good personal relationship with Miss First Dream, how can you not know?"

"It's just that the little servant wants to repay the favor of the first dream girl, and the first dream girl doesn't dare to have much intersection with the little servant on weekdays. The servant said in a low voice, "Miss Chumeng has a bad reputation in the mansion now, and she herself is also careful everywhere, lest she leave someone to speak, today seems to have to be a last resort, so she came to find the servant and asked the servant to help her with this, the girl of the first dream has something to trust, and the servant is naturally duty-bound." ”

"She has a bad reputation?" Huan Ji smiled, "And what do you think of her?"

The servant didn't dare to speak. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Please help the servant keep it a secret. A watery woman like the first dream girl, the son of Fu Xuan is happy, and the little servant is also happy......"

These words baked the vanity in Huan Du's heart even more, and his mood instantly melted into a blazing fire like this elixir in his belly, teasing his body and mind, and unconsciously accelerated his pace, just to get rid of his lovesickness faster, but as he walked, he couldn't help but gradually have doubts in his heart, the trail became longer and longer, and the pitch black seemed to have no end, and the feet were becoming more and more rugged, and the gravel and grass gradually rose with the steps, and the walk became more and more difficult.

"How long will it take?" asked Huan Ji.

"This trail is not long on weekdays, but the lighting is insufficient at night, and the son is anxious and feels long. But this path is the most devoid of people's ears, please don't be impatient. ”

"How long will it take?" said Huan Ji.

"Childe is a little safe, about half a pillar of incense. ”

Huan Ji retreated a little in his heart, and it was difficult to ride the tiger again, so he had to follow the servant.

When I was young, only the front of the eye gradually gave birth to a faint light, orange and orange dim haze, the wind in the forest, the firelight will be faintly swaying with the wind, and then closer, only to see that it is a lantern that is about a little around the path of one person's arms, is hanging high and swaying with the wind under the eaves. It's still heavily walled, but it does seem to be inaccessible, and you can't hear the slightest human voice inside or outside the house.

The servant stood still in the dark place, and said: "Childe, the house in front is the ice room in Wuyi Lane, and now it is not yet the time to store ice in May, and it is vacant and uninhabited, Childe please go there, and the girl of the first dream is already waiting for Childe in it." ”

Before Huan could respond, the servant had already retreated, hiding in the dense forest and disappearing. Huan squinted his drunken eyes and looked at the house ten steps away, under the eaves, he could see the word "ice" in the ink on the lantern with a delicate eye, and the closed door at the bottom, as if the ordinary carved door was indistinguishable but extremely resistant to measurement, he watched for a long time, until the wind blew the broken hair and did not move.

Is it a trap or a beauty?

One thought of hell, one thought of heaven.

The cool breeze of the night caresses the slightly open breast, like the first dream of the day leaning on his chest, hooking the weak and boneless fingers, and making circles as if nothing.

After standing for a long time, Huan Jie still stepped forward and pushed open the heavy door.