"What do you want to hear? Let's start with it, I don't know anything about poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

Ji Liansong looked at her raising her chin and looked not ashamed but proud, and smiled slightly: "It's up to you." ”

Jiang Yirou nodded, handed him a cup of tea, then tilted his head and muttered for a moment, and said coldly: "History of Shushuiye"? ”

His eyes froze, and he almost squirted out the tea in his mouth, and it took a long time before he said, "You are a girl, how can you read this kind of book?" ”

Jiang Yirou frowned: "It's all Pei Xiu told me, don't men like to listen to this kind of romantic history the most?" "The History of Shushuiye" is about a monk named Shushui who mingled in the rich and noble court and mingled with those young women, Pei Xiu's eyes lit up every time he talked about the excitement, and she felt that Ji Lian Song was perfect for listening to this now.

Ji Lian Song choked, he really didn't know what to say to refute her words, so he put down the teacup and said, "Change one." ”

"What about ghost stories?"

He frowned: "Change one." ”

Jiang Yirou kicked her legs: "There's nothing else!" "It's really a dye shop with some color.

A smile flashed in Ji Liansong's eyes, and he remembered that the first time he saw this girl, she was still bent her neck and pretending to be her grandson, but now she is becoming more and more arrogant and bold, showing her claws at every turn - probably, this is her true face?

He smiled and said, "Then tell a ghost story." ”

"Ahem, listen up," Jiang Yirou straightened up and half-squinted her eyes, "Hundreds of years ago, in a small town in the water town south of the Yangtze River, there was a young scholar with four walls, he studied hard day and night, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thorn in the head. He studied so deliedly, so that one day he could gain fame and fame, and then return to his hometown to marry the village flower of their village. On his way to Beijing to catch the exam, it suddenly snowed heavily in the sky. When it snowed, the scholar happened to be in a wilderness with no village in front of him and no shop in the back. Just when he thought he was going to finish the game this time, hey, by coincidence, there appeared-" At this point, she paused deliberately, and the tips of her eyes rose slightly, revealing a meaningful and slightly sly look.

That's right, Jiang Yirou unconsciously learned Pei Xiu's storytelling, that is, he stopped in front of the key plot with a bad taste, deliberately whetting people's appetites.

Ji Liansong listened attentively before, and when he saw that she suddenly stopped talking, he put on such a philistine look, pursed his lips and answered with a lot of face: "What happened?" ”

Jiang Yirou showed a very unfathomable expression: "At this time, a ruined temple appeared in front of me. The scholar didn't think too much, just thought that he had encountered a life-saving straw, and immediately entered the temple to escape the wind and snow. In the middle of the night, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, he heard a whining sound in the temple, at first he thought it was the sound of wind and snow, after a long time, the more he listened, the more wrong he heard, the more he listened, the more he felt infiltrated, suddenly, his cheeks were cold! ”

Ji Liansong leaned over unconsciously, his eyes only staring at the pair of black and white eyes in front of him.

Jiang Yirou was very satisfied with his reaction, and continued with some pride: "The scholar didn't dare to open his eyes, he felt a cold snort on his face, and a delicate and low female voice sounded in his ears, and the woman's voice was so soft that it could reach the tip of people's hearts, and I only heard the woman say, 'This son, do you like cats?' Cats are the most clever, and the slaves like cats the most'. ”

She imitated the woman's voice in a very gentle tone, and her red lips closed one by one, as if she were the charming woman for a moment.

The aquatic couple who listened to the foot of the wall outside the door were also fascinated, and they didn't notice that the porridge that had just been served was cold. Shui Sheng looked at Jiang Yirou imitating the appearance of a charming woman in the sun, and his rough face turned red. Xiaomei saw it, and couldn't help but roll her eyes and pinch his waist.

The scholar was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, let alone answer, and the woman couldn't hear his response, but repeated it over and over again, and spoke more and more rapidly, as if she was angry! The scholar was startled, closed his eyes and shouted, 'I don't like it!' Guess how the woman reacted when he said that? Jiang Yirou looked at Ji Liansong with a smile.

Her eyes were crooked like the moon, and her grin showed her white and crystal little tiger teeth.

His eyes twinkled, and he shook his head.

Jiang Yirou nodded: "You can't guess that after the scholar said this, the woman suddenly lost her voice, and her cold snort disappeared, as if she had left." Rao is like this, the scholar did not dare to open his eyes at will, he forced himself to endure, and he didn't even fall asleep. By the dawn of the next day, the snow had stopped, and strangely there was not the slightest snow on the ground, and it seemed that it had melted all again. The scholar was very scared, and he was about to rush out with his things, but as soon as he walked to the door, dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was so frightened that he fell backwards and fell to the ground! ”

Ji Lian Song pondered for a moment: "Could it be a cat?" ”

"Not bad! What appeared in front of his eyes were dozens of gray wild cats with broken arms, missing legs, and few eyes! The scholar thought of what the woman had asked him last night, and he lost color and ran away. Of course, he didn't get any fame. After he returned to the town, after a long time, the scholar slowly turned into an old man. One day, a Taoist priest came to the town and told him a ghost story about the ruined temple. It turned out that the woman was not a person, but a scumbag ghost who was abandoned by her sweetheart who had gained fame during her lifetime. If the scholar says yes, he will be turned into a crippled cat, and only if he doesn't like it can he escape. ”

"I see......" Shui Sheng sighed softly outside the house.

"The story is not over here," Jiang Yirou's eyes suddenly felt a little wrong, "In the middle of the night, the scholar heard a woman talking to him in a very charming voice, but this time, the woman asked - 'This son, do you like cats or rats?' ’……”

Hearing this, Shui Sheng trembled, and Xiaomei scratched him: "It's useless!" ”

"Alright, that's it." Jiang Yirou leaned back and took a breath.

Ji Liansong looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be full of interest: "Although it is old-fashioned, you can still listen to it, is there anything else?" ”

Jiang Yirou stared at him: "You are so spirited, are you really poisoned?" "This surnamed Ji won't be playing with her again, right?

Ji Lian Song was also stunned, looking at her and not speaking. He was indeed poisoned, and this was still warned by Xiao Qianjin herself, but he was indeed not very tired at this time.

Xiaomei and Shui Sheng pushed the door in and brought the porridge to Ji Liansong: "Son, drink some porridge first, and feel better when you are full." ”

Ji Liansong picked up the spoon, ate five or six spoonfuls, put it down again, looked at Jiang Yirou, and said with a light expression: "You continue to speak, I will listen and eat at the same time." ”