Chapter Seventy-Nine

The sky has just turned white. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are horse-drawn carriages "trampling" through the woods.

The old horse under the squeaky nest has long since disappeared, and has been replaced by a gold-toothed social horse.

In the carriage, Tan Sheng leaned on the official's mother and fell asleep, and the official's mother glanced at the Xu family's son-in-law, who had bright eyes, and forced her body to not let herself fall.

As long as she is in one day, her own girl's cabbage must not be arched by pigs without a matchmaker!

Half a quarter of an hour later.

"Whew-"

"Uhhh

"Whew-"

"Uhhh

Tan Sheng and the official's mother reclined on the stool, facing the sky, their lips slightly open, dozing off in exactly the same position.

Xu Yizhi's face was strange, and he silently turned his face away.

This earth-shattering snoring... Miss Zhao just said "huh", and her mother immediately picked up a "lur"... The tacit understanding of the cooperation between the two people is like saying double reed...

"Whew-hu-"

Miss Zhao's breathing suddenly became short.

Xu Yizhi hurriedly turned his face and saw that Tan Sheng's face was cramped, his facial features were wrinkled, and he seemed to be in pain.

Ah Qiao...

My little girl...

Did you dream about something?

Is it a nightmare?

There was a claw lamp hanging on the carriage, and the candle flame flickered on and off, reflecting the little girl's face.

Xu Yizhi's celestial and human battles for a long time, and finally reached out to try to soothe Tan Sheng's frowning brows, but as soon as his hand touched the little girl's skin, he heard Tan Sheng's crisp and calm words.

"Take away your dirty hands. ”

Xu Yizhi's face was red when he boarded, and he hurriedly retracted his hand, and wiped his palms helplessly, only to know that his palms were full of sweat!

"I... I, the young prince of Zhenguo, stuttered for the second time in his life.

"That's my mung bean cake!" Tan Sheng raised his voice.

Xu Yizhi: "???"

Eh, mung bean cake???

Xu Qian rushed all the way, took the path and approached the road, went around to the backyard of Qingxuguan, and the group finally rushed back before the morning bell. Tan Sheng threw himself into the soft bed and slept for another hour.

When she got up early in the morning, when the little girl Weng Jian saw Tansheng with dark eyes, she opened her mouth and shouted, "You went to fight ghosts last night?"

Tan Sheng was silent, "Qingxuguan is secluded, the mountains and forests are wild, although the feng shui is good, but the charm in the forest has been influenced by this aura, and naturally also..."

"Miss Zhao!" Jing Daodao's expression was extremely nervous, "Yesterday we received thirteen ever-bright lanterns!"

Shameless!

I was also influenced by the aura... If this Taoist temple is haunted, who else can believe in him as a Taoist leader!

It's so shameless!

Tan Sheng was as good as the flow of words, "The charm in the forest was influenced by this aura, and it disappeared completely, and he didn't dare to stay for a long time. I just didn't sleep well, where can I go to fight ghosts?"

Jing Dao exhaled a long breath.

The official's mother smiled and returned with a wooden box with a Taoist scripture on the top and a blockage on the bottom.

The coachman led the Zhao family's carriage over, and the horse was still a jujube-colored old horse whose skin fell to the armpits.

That horse ran away yesterday!

Tan Sheng looked at Xu Yizhi silently.

This boy is really meticulous.

Even the horse that ran away remembered to help her find it.

Is it afraid that she will be found when she goes back, is it not round?

Xu Yizhi didn't squint and got on the horse, and didn't seem to notice the gaze projected by Tan Sheng at all, but when all the ladies got into the carriage, Weng Jiao saw that the corners of Xu Yizhi's lips were slowly hooked upward, and the more they hooked, the more they hooked, and after a long time, Xu Yizhi said with a smile to Xu Qian, "I will go to Xu Baishi to receive rewards, and I will receive as many pots as I want." ”

This is the hard-earned money he got in exchange for the horse he found for half an hour...

He was a practitioner of the 35th detachment of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and yesterday he was looking for a horse on a tree branch...

Xu Qian silently shed two lines of sour tears for himself.

"When will Lord Zhao go to Jingshi?" asked the county lord of Pingyang with a smile in the carriage.

Tan Sheng replied, "Prepare to leave on the sixth day of the eighth month." ”

The county lord of Pingyang frowned and said, "Ouch, that's during the Midyear Festival." ”

Weng Jian raised his head, "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!"

Tan Sheng laughed, "It's best to go to Jingshi at the end of October, so that my uncle can still catch up with the evaluation of the last quarter." ”

The county lord of Pingyang thought for a while and nodded, "That's right." Your uncle is still a good official. "It's just a bit of a problem to be a human being... The county lord of Pingyang County seemed to remember something, "Speaking of which, your uncle served as the North Zhili Langzhong of the Criminal Department, and his old Taishan has become his top boss, so it's okay, it's good to have your back against the big tree." Your uncle's future is very promising. "Even now, I don't have a son, isn't this Zhao family considered to be dead? Zhao Xian worked so hard, what if he fought to the grace of the third-grade official? No son can inherit it.

The county lord of Pingyang said a word, and he slandered in his heart.

Tan Sheng listened to what the county lord of Pingyang said, and he also slandered in his heart.

The content of the belly slander coincides.

"The Midyear Festival is unhindered, people have walkways, and ghosts have doorways. Ah Jian is right, as long as you have a clear conscience, there is no conflict. Tan Sheng said with a smile.

"What if you have a guilty conscience?" Weng Jianding likes to hear these stories.

Tan Sheng's expression was flat, "If you have a guilty conscience, and the life-reaper ghost has not appeared, you will be scared to death first." Looking at the little girl's bright eyes again, Tan Sheng's heart was about to melt, and he thought of a story from his previous life, "My master once told me that there used to be a singing horn and a girl in Tsing Yi in the troupe. ”

became a parent, and naturally the two got married. Mingjiaoer was very happy and told Tsing Yi that he would love her for the rest of his life. However, this oath lasted for less than half a year, and before Tsing Yi gave birth to a fetus, the soul of Mingjiaoer was hooked away by another new Xiaohuadan in the troupe. Tan Sheng wasn't sure whether it was reasonable or unreasonable to tell this story in front of a little girl who had not left the pavilion in a scholar's house, so he took his eyes to probe the attitude of the county lord of Pingyang.

"You girl, look at what I'm doing!" "You girl, go on!" the eyes of the county lord of Pingyang also sparkled and urged.

Also to the...

An old lady who is keen to watch "The Sea is Deep and Rainy" will not be interested in this kind of story!

Tan Sheng then went down and said, "That Tsing Yi is a fierce-tempered person, he jumped into a well in a fit of anger, and he died twice. ”

Weng Jian let out a sigh, "Tsing Yi should kill that Jiao'er first and then kill that little Huadan, what's the matter with jumping into the well by yourself!"

Tan Sheng smiled, "Maybe that Tsing Yi is to use his life to make Mingjiao'er regret it, right?"

Weng Jian said again, "Does Mingjiaoer regret it?"

Tan Sheng shook his head, "Not really." The famous actor was then appreciated by a high-ranking official and nobleman, and took over the troupe, and had a smooth sailing. ”

"It's not fair. "Weng Jian is puffing up.

Tan Sheng laughed, "Until one day..."Tan Sheng paused, "Mingjiao'er is gone, I reported it to the official, and the government searched and searched, searched, and finally found Mingjiao'er's stiff body under the well of his house." ”

"Ahh

"And there are two rows of footprints on the side of the corpse," Tan Sheng is very good at telling stories, and his eyes wandered to see the curious look of Weng Jian and the county lord of Pingyang, so he lowered his voice and said, "A row of footprints is small, and it looks like a very delicate girl came down." Next to that row of footprints was a row of smaller footprints, which looked like a child of three or four years old at most. ”

A series of goosebumps suddenly appeared on Weng Jian's back, "It's that Tsing Yi and her unborn child are back!"

The lord of Pingyang County patted his chest.

.

How did this said pure love film become ***, and then turn into a thriller!

After Tan Sheng finished telling this story, he was a little stunned.

If Bai Jiuniang can choose, what does Bai Jiuniang want her to do?

Is it like this tragic death of Tsing Yi who dragged the person who lost her into the Yellow Spring to accompany her?

Still is...

Other?