"What's on the snow?" Zhu Qingheng asked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Nothing." Ling Jie wrote.

"Now there's another man coming from afar, do you see it?"

He nodded.

"Who's that man?"

His expression suddenly changed to a little pain, and he wrote, "A crystal skeleton." ”

Zhu Qingheng chuckled in his heart, paused, and continued: "Now let's say hello to that person." ”

Ling Jue shook his head, but a look of attachment appeared on his face.

Zhu Qingheng said: "The crystal skeleton has come to you, do you see it, he stretched out his arm and wanted to hug you." ”

A sweet smile appeared on Ling Jue's face and wrote, "Go back quickly." ”

"But he wants you to stay with him, would you?"

Ling Jue nodded.

Zhu Qingheng said: "Where are you now?" ”

"At home."

Zhu Qingheng suddenly felt creepy, and almost fell off the roof, and said secretly: "What? Are there skeletons in this house? She settled, sat back down, and said, "Look, there's another man." Who's that? ”

"Daddy."

"What about your mother?"

"There."

"Where?"

"There." He insisted on repeating, his brow furrowed in dissatisfaction.

Zhu Qingheng said: "Look, a little girl came from the yard. Do you know who she is? ”

Ling Jue wrote: "My fiancée. ”

"But you don't like her, do you?"

Ling Jue shook his head and nodded again.

"Then why did you marry her?"

"It's all the same." He slowly wrote, "I'm going to get married." ”

"Who made this marriage?"

"Daddy."

"Why did your father decide to get married?"

Ling Jue shook his head and wrote, "I don't know. Daddy told me directly. But I once overheard him say that only she could cure me. ”

“…… She's just an ordinary person, how can she treat you? ”

"I don't know." After he finished writing these words, after a while, he continued, "She's not ordinary, she's cute." ”

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Ling Jue rubbed his eyes, he seemed to have had a long dream, but he couldn't remember exactly what he dreamed of. He stretched, and then nearly fell off the roof. One hand firmly grasped his collar, and looked up along that hand, Zhu Qingheng's grinning face came into view. Zhu Qingheng swept his cheeks with his fingers, and said ashamedly, "I actually fell asleep." ”

Ling Jue smiled embarrassedly, he didn't expect the jade ring to be so magical, he would fall asleep when he looked at it. He asked this question, and Zhu Qingheng smiled and said: "This is originally a trick, this is an ordinary jade ring, where does it come from." It's me who has magic haha. After speaking, he yawned and said lazily, "It's so late, I went back to my room to sleep." ”

Ling Jue sent her back to the house, and when she saw the two doors closed, she was somehow a little reluctant in her heart. He stood in front of the door for a while, and when he saw that there was no sound in the room, he turned and left.

After a while, the door opened softly. Zhu Qingheng glanced left and right, and then walked out lightly. When Ling Jue was asleep just now, she thought about what he said repeatedly, and what she cared about the most was that Ling Wei said that she could save Ling Jue and the place where Ling Jue accompanied the crystal skeleton was actually the Hou Mansion. What's more, this crystal skeleton was the first person he thought of and the closest person he knew. Thinking about Ling Wei's mysterious mentorship and the unique cold poison on Ling Jue's body, there were too many secrets in this Yingwu Marquis's Mansion, which made her scared, curious, and eager to try.

And right now, Ling Wei is not there and Mrs. Ling is sick in bed, which is the best time to find out the truth.

A night wind blew and blew a cloud from the sky, obscuring the moon. Suddenly the courtyard became dark, and only a few stars in the sky shone dimly. Zhu Qingheng swept to the west side of the courtyard, which was Mrs. Ling's bedroom and the most quiet place in the east courtyard.

Zhu Qingheng pierced the window paper, looked inside, and saw that there was no one in the front hall, quietly, a strong fragrance of cold plum came to her nose, exactly the same as what she smelled when she came to visit Mrs. Ling during the day these days. Zhu Qingheng pushed the door open a crack and went in sideways.

She already had some sticky cold sweat on her hands, but her heart beat steadily, and her steps were as light as a cat.

Zhu Qingheng had heard that Mrs. Ling didn't like others when she was sleeping, so the maids went to sleep in their own rooms. She walked into the bedroom, and the first thing she felt was wrong. When I looked down, I saw that the ground was wet and full of water stains, and the source of the water was the carved screen bed by the window. She took off her shoes and sniffed the soles, but they didn't smell anything.

Looking at the white silk tent on the carved screen bed again, I couldn't see what was in the tent at night. The bedroom was extremely quiet, although Zhu Qingheng held his breath and didn't dare to let others find out, Mrs. Ling's breathing couldn't be heard. But Zhu Qingheng was sure that she was lying in it, because there was a pair of delicate embroidered shoes in front of the bed.

The embroidered shoes were placed on a low mound, as if they were afraid of getting wet with water. The futon on the bed was already soaked, and water droplets fell from it, and the ticking sound seemed to hit Zhu Qingheng's heart. Zhu Qingheng took off his shoes, held them in his hands, and quietly walked to the bed. Through the tent, although she couldn't see anything, she could smell another vague smell in the rich scent of cold plums, which was a strange smell that was a little fishy.

Zhu Qingheng took a deep breath, and then lifted a corner of the white silk tent. Then she almost screamed!

I saw that there was indeed a "person" lying on the bed. It was a crystal skeleton. The skeleton slept on its side against the wall, and vaguely saw that there was nothing empty in its eye sockets. But Zhu Qingheng could feel that she was still alive, because this skeleton contained agate and gem-like internal organs, which glowed with a dark red light, and were still expanding and contracting with the rhythm of breathing. The skeleton has some weird, almost transparent feathers that grow, grow, melt, and regenerate. And so on and so forth. And the puddle of water on the ground is caused by these feathers.

Zhu Qingheng pondered: "What is this?" Could this be Mrs. Ling? She was in a state of confusion for a while, and her heart was beating like a drum. Suddenly, the skeleton let out a thud and seemed to be about to wake up. Zhu Qingheng was shocked, hurriedly put down the tent, and exited the room.

When she returned to her room, she felt that there was still a faint fragrance of plum on her body, and she kicked the potty in the room over, drenching herself with the contents of it. Then she took off her dirty clothes and threw them aside, scooped a bucket of cold water to rinse her body off, and lay back on the bed.

Zhu Qingheng lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, and after a while, he heard someone walking in from outside.