Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of "tuk, tuk" sounded outside the window lattice she was leaning on just now, the force was not too big or small, it was very neat, obviously not caused by the rain knocking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xie Huan was half puzzled and half vigilant, and slowly opened the window sash.

Before she could react, a small figure that had been beaten dark green by the rain had already rushed in.

Xie Huan rubbed his eyes.

"Little resignation?!"

Ye Ci heard the sound of a carp stiffening, rolled over from the couch, frowned and tidied up the corners of his robe, and shook off a wet water stain.

She couldn't laugh or cry. Freshly washed clothes.

"Let's go, the pavilion master said that we can come and go as we like in the library in the future." Ye Ci shook the key in his hand.

Xie Huan nodded. She took out the coxatonic umbrella that could accommodate the two of them, and lit a four-cornered beam beauty lamp.

"Are you going or not?" Ye Ci looked a little impatient, and his hand pulled at the wet placket.

"Go. But you change your clothes first, what if you get a cold? ”

"Okay." Skimming the face.

Ye Ci was not polite, he had been coveting the neatly arranged stack of clothes since just now. After getting the permission, he hurriedly hid behind the white silk golden peony screen, and changed it in a stumbling manner.

Xie Huan held his head and laughed silently.

Ye Ci moved quite quickly, he had already taken off his mess, and stood in front of her neatly dressed as usual.

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

Although Xie Huan held Ye Ci's hand like a sister, he was still pulled by him in the end, so that he could find the library all the way.

Although the name of the library pavilion is a pavilion, it looks like a small high-rise building similar to a floating temple in appearance. Ye Ci took the key, and the small figure was quite a bamboo, and she followed him through the threshold of the hard red high wood.

When the two of them raised their eyes, they were both dumbfounded.

The collection of books in this library is as vast as a sea of smoke, and all kinds of ancient books are placed in rows.

The desks are all made of teak, the shelves are strong and heavy, with a solid and oily luster, no warping or cracking, dry and rot-resistant. Obviously, the old owner of this house is a gentleman who loves books, and he is afraid that the bookshelves will not be able to bear enough weight and be overwhelmed by his collection, and he is worried that no one will live here for a long time, and his favorite will be eaten by termites.

Ye Ci's focus is different from hers.

He is small, shuttles freely in this vast sea of books, and sees everything he sees, and the book pavilion divides the types of books neatly, such as the subset of scripture and history, the art of war in the mountains, the chess and sword scores, and the treasure and jade ......

The butterfly pages are neatly stacked together according to the thickness of the age type, and fit so tightly that it is difficult to even pull them out and read them. The bamboo slips are all covered with white cloth silk bags on the outside, and the mouth of the bag is covered with a drawstring, tied with a beautiful slipknot, and the silk ribbon is marked with the author of the book in the font of Likai small seal.

The red lotus silk lantern is lit in five steps, exuding a faint yellow and slightly drunk light.

Ye Ci sighed contentedly, squatted down and wanted to take the book he was interested in.

The lights were not blazing, so when he squatted down, he found that there were speckled red drop-like traces on the graceful oilwood floor, winding all the way to the depths of the study building.

Ye Ci squatted down, wiped a finger and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

The smell of blood.

He couldn't help but scream and sat on the ground.

Ye Ci is calm and self-contained like a little adult on weekdays, Xie Huan has never seen him like this, so he hurriedly ran to his side in three or two steps, squatted down and took a closer look, and was suddenly frightened.

The two of them held hands and walked towards the depths of the library at the end of the red stains.

The teak bookshelves form a narrow passage, and the lights that were originally pleasant are now a little miserable because of this terrifying trace. The night rain had stopped, but the water at the corners of the eaves was still beating against the window lattice, and the crows made an inopportune "quack", rough and hoarse, scraping through the night, and the hearts of the people who called were filled with three points of sorrow.

Ye Ci saw that she was a little uneasy, and deliberately diverted the topic.

"Xie Huan."

"Huh?" People always scare themselves, and you can hear her tension from this voice.

As Ye Ci walked, he tapped the bookshelf on the right side with his knuckles, "What kind of wood is this, why haven't I seen it?" ”

“...... It's teak, right? I remember that in the past, teak shelves were used in the temple to store scriptures. This is also called a annatto. It is said that when the leaves of this tree are crushed by hand, they are flushed and difficult to wash off. ”

Ye Ci's mouth smacked, "God, it's all lonely!" Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, this city Yin is really rich! ”

"Actually, it's a good thing for these books."

Looking at her face, seeing that it was much better than just now, Ye Ci nodded and led her to speed up.

I don't know how long it took, this library seemed to have no end, until Xie Huan and Ye Ci obviously felt that the bloody qi was getting thicker and thicker, and after walking the distance of three lotus silk lanterns, the two of them saw the owner of the bloodstains.

A girl lying on her side on the ground.

This girl seems to be in her twenty-eighth year, wearing a ripe yellow Ruyi moon skirt, with intricate vine branch patterns embroidered on her front face, and unnamed flowers blooming on the branches. Hao's wrists are slender, and the silver and red jade bracelets wrapped under his sleeves are extraordinary, which seems to be the most fashionable style in Xuyi City recently. The people of the time praised it as - half snow folded tang.

The two looked at each other.

They all saw surprise in each other's eyes.

The large bamboo forest is quiet and elegant in the summer day, but in the middle of the night after the shower, it looks bleak and even frightening.

But the owner of this bamboo forest is clearly different.

The white beak shook off the stagnant water on his body, and plunged into the bamboo sea without hesitation.

After a while, I saw a handsome cyan back standing in front of me.

The white beak didn't dare to approach at will, and couldn't help but slander in his heart - if we are night blind, just the third master's bamboo green clothes color "stealth technique", if you look for eighty percent of the night, you can't see it?

The back figure stood with the sword in his hand, and with the sword pointing out, the bamboo branches fell one after another.

The white beak couldn't bear to look at it directly, and smiled bitterly.

"Third Master!" He cried out so that the bamboo would not suffer this calamity.

Xiao Yi smiled secretly. The three of them have been following him since they were children, and he couldn't understand it better.

Bai Zhen's temperament is jumpy, and he is usually no big or small, and titles such as "son", "master" and "head" are called out according to his own mood, and most of them are usually sent out to inquire about the news, no matter how complicated and complicated the relationship is, there is nothing he can't inquire about.

Baiyao is diametrically opposed to him, his ancestor is a medical officer, he loves to study some herbs and spices, he is quiet by nature, and he only calls him "Gongzi" in a regular manner.

Whitebeak is the busiest of the three, and a lot of the real hands-on troubles are left to him. On the surface, he is similar to Baiyao, but in fact, he has a white heart. He called him the "third master" for more than ten years, and he never changed his words.

"If you don't know how to use a sword, you will embroider your legs?" Xiao Yi first said lightly.

The white beak was startled, and said in his heart that he couldn't admit it, "No, no, no third master, no, I don't dare." ”

Glancing at him, Xiao Yi was not angry at first, "You can get it." ”

White Beak changed the subject, "Third Master, how did you get this White Fallen Sword in the first place?" It's kind of like our brother's name. ”

"Less gold on your face." Xiao Yi shook his already soreness wrist first.

"Xiao Zhili doesn't know the sword, he only knows how to play it for the board, your lord and I will exchange the tanuki for the prince, people are willing to watch from afar, and I will be responsible for blasphemy."

"The third master deserves to be a scholar." The white beak was full of admiration, "The word blasphemy is really old-fashioned." ”

Xiao Yi scolded with a smile first, and threw the white fallen sword to Bai Beak, "Try it?" ”

The white beak was not polite to him, and Cheng Xin showed off in front of the third master, dancing a set of his self-created "Hui Hui Qi Yu", and the murderous figure stepped on the bamboo sky, and between the electric light and stone fire, it was already full of broken branches and leaves.

"Tut-tut," Xiao Yi squatted down first and picked up a bamboo branch, "That's good." ”

was a little embarrassed to be praised, the white beak scratched his head, put the sword in his hand, and suddenly remembered something, "Third master, I have already dealt with the Meng loquat." ”

"Well," Xiao Yi nodded first, "I'll leave the rest to Shen Zhiheng." ”

The white beak slandered again, and the third master of his family was also bad enough.

Xiao Yan first smiled, "By the way, you won't cut off the tibia and fibular ulnar radius again, right?" ”

"No, no, no, not this time. Absolutely restore the scene of the suicide by cutting your wrists. If there is a bone cut, it is purely plagiarized by later generations. ”

"Don't say it so ugly," Xiao Yi patted him on the shoulder first, "People may be saluting you." Let's go, my muscles and bones are also moving, go back to sleep with your third master. ”

White Beak rolled his eyes, "Then what if someone finds out that the White Fallen Sword has been dropped?" ”

"Hey, as long as Xiao Zhili is not dead, whoever finds out about this will have other intentions."

"That's right," the white beak smiled at the five elements, "as far as the body and bones of my third master's beautiful lamp are concerned, there is no suspicion." ”