"Miss, tomorrow is the Begging Festival, do you want to go out?"

This voice is glutinous, and the owner of this voice is a woman. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, Li Qingcheng was lying on the chaise longue, eating grapes leisurely, and the chess was fanning her.

Li Qingcheng moved to Jinwangfu three days ago, and when she left, Xiaodoubao refused to let her go, and she coaxed her like this to stop her. However, I haven't seen Emperor Zijin in the past three days. I only ordered the palace steward to make arrangements.

I sent her four maids over, writing the piano, playing chess, warming books, and painting. The four girls are almost the same age as her, and they are also very compatible.

Writing the piano has a calm temperament, and the chess is lively, and the warm book is the same as her name, very warm and careful, and the flow of paintings is a little younger than a few of them, but it is not calm and a little impulsive, but it is very cute, and the two of them chatter all day long.

When Li Chengcheng heard their names for the first time, he asked them if each of them knew how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect them to nod in unison, and it really was.

"Begging Festival? Don't go. ”

I didn't expect that tomorrow would be the Qixi Festival, but she doesn't have a lover or a marriage, so it doesn't matter if she can't get by.

"There will be a lantern festival tomorrow night, and there will be fireworks, there are a lot of people, it is very lively."

Liuhua interjected before she entered the door, and she was so excited to hear that there was play.

"Miss, you can go."

It was the women's chess who made a sound, looking at Li Qingcheng with a blank eye, and even the calm writing of the qin was staring at her, they really wanted to play. They have figured out Li Qingcheng's temperament, and they can't see others being soft on her.

"Well, how about taking your vacation tomorrow night and going to play by yourself?" Li Qingcheng couldn't help but be happy when he saw them cheering.

"It's still early, tell you a story."

Summer is already hot, and it's hard to cool off a little at night, but it's also stuffy, and I'm afraid that I can't sleep if I enter the house early.

"Okay, okay, I'll come first." Whatever it is, the stream painting is the most positive one.

Nuan Shu went to move a few small benches and gathered around Li Chengcheng, and Liuhua began to tell her story.

"There is a young lady who went out of the house to the temple to offer incense one day, but met a robber, and happened to meet a scholar who desperately tried to save her, and the two came and went to each other and fell in love. But this young lady's family is a rich and noble family, how can she tolerate such a dirty thing. But in a palace banquet, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell in love with such a young lady at first sight and asked the emperor for a marriage contract. For the honor of the family and the lives of the family members, this young lady made a compromise to marry the prince. And the scholar is nowhere to be found......"

Liuhua is really a master of storytelling, and he also performs it vividly, and even people who are used to seeing routines in Li Tingcheng are also infected.

This is just the story of a poor boy who became rich and was later beaten with a stick. I've read a lot of books before, and I'm tired of reading them.

But these girls, who look so pitiful to this young lady, are immersed in the story and can't extricate themselves.

"Come back to your senses—" Li Qingcheng shook his hand in front of them, and finally brought them back.

"Come, come, I'll tell you a story to make you happy—"

"Miss, you can tell stories?" The stream painting is like discovering a new continent, with little stars in the eyes.

"Of course, I've seen and heard more stories than you've eaten, and there's all kinds of them."

Li Qingcheng is not bragging, there are a lot of books hidden in the attic of her grandfather's house, she has turned them many times, and she likes to read all kinds of books since she was a child, and she has read a lot of stories in the past ten years, and she usually listens to a lot of others.

"In a village, there is a legend that the dead have to go to the town to find Mr. Yin and Yang to open the eyes of heaven, and take the opportunity to lure the souls of the dead to the side of Huangquan Road, so that they can see how to go on Huangquan Road and find a good person to reincarnate."

"On this day, a person happened to die in the village, and the mother of the family went to invite Mr. Yin and Yang. Mr. Yin Yang sprinkled a few handfuls of rice around the coffin and drew a charm. Mr. Yin Yang left a charm, saying that the first night of the funeral, stick the charm in front of the coffin to open the eyes of heaven."

Looking at a girl who was a little scared, Li Qingcheng deliberately lowered his voice and continued to speak gloomily.

"On the first night of the funeral, the daughter of the family was keeping vigil, and in the middle of the night, the daughter was so sleepy that she threw the charm into the brazier, and the daughter did not dare to tell her mother. I redrew a charm, pasted it haphazardly, and went out of the funeral the next day. ”

Seeing that a few of them were approaching, their expressions were very strange, and Li Qingcheng smiled secretly.

"It was a sunny day, and when the porter carrying the coffin was about to walk to the cemetery, the demon wind was so loud that the coffin was too heavy to lift, and the daughter saw that the charm she drew by herself was coming to her gloomily, and it seemed to say don't look back, don't look back, don't look back......"

Li Qingcheng's voice became cooler and softer, and he suddenly said loudly: "Look - what's behind you!" ”

The door of Bihuayuan was ajar, and it was dark when a gust of wind blew through, making the door creaky.

"Ahhh!!hhh

The four girls turned their heads and hugged each other in exclamation. Li Qingcheng looked at their frightened appearance and laughed heartlessly.

Seeing Li Qingcheng laughing, they reacted that they had been tricked, and several people were in a mess.

"Miss, you're actually playing tricks on us."

"No, it's because you're too timid." Li Qingcheng smiled treacherously and shrugged his shoulders, it was really none of her business.

"It's all your fault just now, who told you to scream."

"You were the first to call it."

"You're so timid to write the piano."

……

"Miss, ...... behind you"

A few people who had had enough of frolicking and playing suddenly pointed nervously at the back of Li Chengcheng.

"Don't be funny, I won't be fooled." Li Qingcheng didn't think so, these girls must have taken revenge on her just now.

"No, Miss, behind you—"

Even writing the piano said something to tease her, and Li Qingcheng had to turn his head.

"I told you I was...... Ahh

Shocked, Li Qingcheng patted his chest: "Why did you suddenly come here." ”

"I'll come and have a look." Emperor Zijin walked in with long legs, in fact, he had been here for a while, since Li Chengcheng started telling ghost stories, seeing that they were so happy, he didn't come in.

"Lord Wang-" The four maids saluted and prepared to go down with interest.

Li Qingcheng looked at the four maids with reproachful eyes, why didn't you tell me when he came in.

The four maids replied with their eyes, we said, you don't believe it.

Looking at the four people who had gone away, Li Qingcheng shouted that he couldn't live because of his own sin.

"Do you have any arrangements for tomorrow's begging festival?"

Seeing that Di Zijin didn't speak, he had to open his mouth to break the silence. It's very stressful to stand with such a fairy-like person.

"Don't go. Go to bed early. ”

It's really in a hurry, and it's a hurry to go.