The full moon gradually faded into a shadow before my eyes.

This qiē was just a matter of breath, the full moon dissipated, and the lively crowd by the lake was still arguing whether it was dazzling or whether it had really appeared.

"I remember going to Chenzhou with my father when I was eleven years old." The king of Dongping turned around and said, "My father took me to watch the Great Witch Dancer, and at that time it was the most famous wizard in Chenzhou, one of whom was the least famous, and was arranged to take care of the fire candles. [Note 1]

At that time, the scribe had not yet come to the king of Dongping, and the king of Dongping rarely told people what he had experienced, I don't know if it was because of his personality, or if he had seen too much witchcraft and avoided it.

Hearing him mention it, the scribe listened to him.

"When the feast was to be held for three days, the sorcerer sat inconspicuously for three days, and at the end of the session, a woman suddenly came to the sorcerer, and said that she would ask the sorcerers to find the thief who stole the food in the house, and the other sorcerers either divined the directions, or asked the gods to ask the men and women, and the woman was very dissatisfied, and then the inconspicuous sorcerer beckoned, and said, "Send me a rooster, and I will find you the thief."

"The woman gave him a rooster, and the wizard took a basin of water, drew a bunch of charms on the paper with cinnabar chicken blood, and threw it into the water, and I was curious to look at it."

The scribe listened with some nervousness.

"See what?" He couldn't help but ask.

The king of Dongping stopped and looked at the scribe.

"I saw that the drawing on the white paper was gone, and the face of a woman appeared." He said.

The scribe's eyes widened, and a smile appeared on the mouth of the king of Dongping.

"Ah, this is my sister-in-law!" He stretched out his hand and said in a raised voice.

The scribe's eyes widened again.

This is. Is this a parody of the woman at the time?

The king of Dongping? The king of Dongping, who is not smiling and has a rigid twenty-year-old appearance and a forty-year-old heart in every move?

Hallucinations, right?

The king of Dongping County coughed lightly and stood firm.

"Other wizards can only calculate the direction of men and women or something, but it is surprising that this wizard can directly reveal the thief." He said in a calm voice.

"Oh, he's actually pretty good?" The scribe asked.

"No, he only knows this skill, and he is known as Mr. Drawing." The king of Dongping said, "Wu has two skills, one is a curse, relying on words. The other one is the symbol. Relying on painting, legend has it that Nuwa awarded the Yellow Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor passed on to Shao Hao, and Shao Hao passed on the Yellow Emperor. After extinction. There are very few wizards in the world who are truly good at using talismans. ”

"Then this Mr. Draw is very powerful." The scribe nodded.

The king of Dongping continued to raise his feet and stride. The hustle and bustle behind him faded away.

"Miss Roujia, this is the drawing talisman." The scribe smiled, "This Mid-Autumn Festival gift is really interesting. ”

This little girl is really a child's mind.

A smile appeared on the mouth of the king of Dongping County again.

"Your Highness, we're being rude." The scribe laughed again. "I didn't give the second lady a Mid-Autumn Festival gift."

He frowned again.

"It's not easy to do, she gave a moon in the world, where can we get her a star."

King Dongping smiled.

"Let's see what she needs first." He said, looking at the unread letter in his hand.

The gift has already been seen, now it's time to see what she wrote.

In the study, the lights were turned on, and the maids retreated, leaving only the king of Dongping who opened the letter and looked at it carefully.

"Approaching mid-autumn, there is not much rain in Pengshui, but the day is also much cooler, but the sleep and food are not peaceful."

"Because I had an incident that suddenly made me feel like I didn't know if I was doing the right thing."

The king of Dongping frowned, but then the kid didn't say what he had encountered, but asked him rhetorically.

"Your Highness, have you ever encountered such a thing, you wanted to do something, but you did it only to find that it was not what you imagined, as if what you did was completely meaningless, and you were not happy at all."

What you've always wanted to do? Did it, not happy?

The king of Dongping frowned again, did he become the eldest lady? No, no, it was obviously never what she wanted to do, otherwise she would have been unhappy before, where could she be so happy laughing on the boat in the inn.

What is she like now?

It's like standing helplessly on the mountain road of Yushan, holding a clump of thatch.

The king of Dongping put down the letter in his hand, unfolded the letter paper, and took the pen to write with his sleeve.

"There is a saying that the most successful thing to do is to return with a bad luck, but the bad luck is not because of the bad luck."

"There are many things to do in this life, some of which must be done, such as three meals a day, and some of which are done with responsibility, such as helping the old and helping the young and being kind."

"As for whether things are right or wrong, there is no conclusive conclusion, many things are intended to be good, but the results are not as good as they should be, but this does not mean that this thing is done wrong."

"When I was a child, I heard that my grandmother liked to eat honey bean cakes very much, especially the honey bean cakes I made myself, so I made a lot of honey bean cakes and sent them to my grandmother, but I squatted under the window and heard that my grandmother didn't like to eat at all, and sent them to my subordinates to eat, I was very sad, I was very angry that my grandmother lied to me, and vowed never to go to my grandmother's house again."

"It's not wrong for me to make honey bean cake for my grandmother, and it's not wrong for my grandmother to lie to me, I can only say that I didn't think it through enough, and I still have to do things to honor my relatives, there is nothing wrong, but I have to find a new way."

The autumn night is breezy, with the fragrance of flowers and melons wafting into the room, quiet and quiet.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the scribe pushed the door open and entered.

"Your Highness, the news of Peng Shui Xie's family has arrived." He said, his expression solemn, "It turns out that Miss Roujia almost died. ”

The pen in the hand of the king of Dongping snapped and broke.

Ink spreads bits and pieces on the stationery.

The joke is big!

The scribe chuckled in his heart.

This is not the same as His Highness seeing Shao Mingqing in Xuan Zhenzi in anger and smashing the teacup.

There was a play for people to see, but there was no one to watch him play at this time.

This is a real gaffe.

The word death is really a cruel word.

"Your Highness, but fortunately, Miss Roujia's life is very blessed." The scribe hurriedly said.

Of course, he knew that Xie Roujia was not dead now. Otherwise, there would not be a moon on earth tonight.

This was the most obvious truth, but when the word scribe came out, he still felt that someone had been stabbed in the heart.

The word death is cruel, but it is also commonplace.

Everyone has a death, I don't know if it's because of the innate heart but the know-how, or if he has walked around too many places since he was a child and has seen too much life and death, it is already indifferent to him.

Ah Xiu was seriously ill and died, and everyone advised him not to be sad, but he was really not sad.

Ah Xiu is so sick. Death is liberation. It's something to celebrate.

Of course, he won't say this sentence, he has been taught a lesson because of his grandmother's death when he was a child, and he has a heartless name.

He has always felt that he is indeed heartless, and it doesn't matter who comes or goes.

But. Now this is. What's going on.

After all, it's the one who just sent a spell change. Fresh, suddenly heard that he was almost dead, it was indeed a shock.

The king of Dongping looked at the scribe.

"Say." He said lightly.

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And at this time, in the palace of the king of Zhenbei. There was no lantern at all, and at first glance I thought it was a house where no one lived in it, and it looked more and more desolate.

"Shizi, it's weird and scary." Bajin sat on the rock, shrunk his head and looked around, "Everyone says that this house is haunted, the old prince went directly to the fief because of this, he didn't live much, no one has lived here for decades, and Mrs. didn't live here in Beijing back then." ”

"What the hell?"

Zhou Chengzhen lay on the mountain stone and turned to eight catties suddenly.

Bajin also just shrank his head and turned around, and saw a white thorny face with no facial features stretched out in front of him, and he couldn't help but scream in fright.

"It's really useless, I'm afraid of ghosts and the dark, and you'll become a waste." Zhou Chengzhen snorted, raised his foot and kicked him, "Get out." ”

Bajin was kicked and sat down and slipped down, I don't know what I hit, and I screamed again.

"There are ghosts!"

And then there was the sound of whoa, whoa, whoa.

"It's dumb, why are you squatting here without sleep in the middle of the night, scared to death."

"You also admire the moon?"

The sound of eight catties high and a low voice came from under the rockery, Zhou Chengzhen didn't pay attention to it, took off the white paper covering his face, and looked at the moon.

The crease is still there, and the shallow red lines are no longer visible.

"Ahh

Zhou Chengzhen said to the white paper, a smile appeared on her face.

This stinky girl, think this can scare him?

I don't know what luck I got to the position of the eldest lady this time, and it definitely wasn't by her own means.

There is no means except fighting, and he can't even be ruthless, and he is soft-hearted.

will also use this spell to scare people, and I don't know what the next spell will curse or something, so it's okay to make his stomach hurt, it's really a good skill for nothing.

However, it's so silly cute and funny.

Zhou Chengzhen was lying on the rock, and seemed to see someone above his head cautiously leaning over to look over, with a pair of big eyes shining, like a rabbit.

Her hand reached over to press his heart, her face full of fear and worry.

What to worry about? Worried that he's dead? Why do you want to come back when you've already run away?

Are you worried that if he dies here, it will bring disaster to the Xie family?

She is such a fool, such a thing will not happen at all, how many people will be relieved when he dies, how many people will be happy, who cares.

Zhou Chengzhen opened his mouth and roared, one after another, startling the night birds, the grass and trees shook, and even the clouds in the sky condensed to cover the fifteenth moon.

After a few roars to vent all her strength, Zhou Chengzhen let out a long breath.

"I must marry you!" He yelled again, raising his hand to slap the white paper in his face.

"Marry, Xie family, miss?"

A voice rang in my ears, it was dry and stiff, with the smell of rotting dead wood.

Zhou Chengzhen bounced on the spot.

It wasn't the ghostly voice that scared him, but the voice around him, and he didn't notice it.

Who?

He knew that this house was full of other people, but he had never been so close to him and made him unaware.

A wrinkled old face appeared in front of him.

"My mother!" Zhou Chengzhen sat back again, glaring at the old servant who was looking up at him at the bottom of the rockery, "Dumb, why are you talking?" ”

The old servant looked at him and smiled, a little oozing in the moonlight.

"Old, old slave, I think, I can say it." He stumbled word by word.

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Note 1: It comes from the talisman data of Xiangxi Ancient Wuchenzhou.

The story of Mr. Drawing Fu comes from Baidu's "Hunan Xiangxi Witchcraft Series No. 2 - Mr. Drawing Fu" author Lan Bai's blog.

This article runs through witchcraft, there are exaggerations, I try my best to stop at the beginning, tell the story, don't look into it, just laugh, take care of it. (To be continued......)