Children like the New Year, adults are afraid of the New Year, in the hearts of children, the New Year has new clothes to wear, there are delicious food, and in the eyes of adults, the New Year is as difficult as passing, so it is also called the New Year.

But in fact, it is women who are most afraid of the New Year.

Especially the Qinglou women.

After a year, the capital will be thin, and the most fatal thing is that at the end of the year, the business will plummet, and the busy land in the past will suddenly be gloomy, and the ghosts will climb out.

The ladies sighed, and the turtles shrunk their sleeves and stomped their feet.

Bianliang City, most of the red sleeves are fragrantly concentrated outside the Baokang Gate, and it is most famous for killing pigs.

The name of the alley kills the pig, but the whole street and alley does not smell of pig hair at all, some are just the aroma of fat powder, the streets and alleys are left and right, and the faces are different, but as long as you step in, it is guaranteed to be a fairy.

It's really willing to be killed as a pig.

Mingyue Lou is one of them, the lady in the building is famous for her charm, if she comes out to sway, it is also white and swaying like the bright moon, which is completely different from the elegant and elegant style of the silk and bamboo orchestra next door.

Because of the direct, but also because the young lady has a lot of sources, so the business has been very prosperous, but the men can hardly stand the digit, so there are no permanent guests, after the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, the business will stop, the ladies are tired, three or five groups of mahjong, gambling money, or lazy sleeping, are in the back yard, the front yard, there are only three or two big teapots that are used to bowing to guard the door.

A thin middle-aged man was carrying half a roast chicken, and a pot of wine came out of it.

"Ah, convulsive chicken, let's go, it's not time to have a child, alas, if you have a house, it's a good fate."

"It's a house, there are not a hundred tiles, and you can't straighten your waist when you enter the door, so it's barely a dog kennel."

The man nicknamed the convulsive chicken greeted his colleagues and walked out of the door without stopping, squinting at the sky, and then walking to the car with a lantern and unhurried home.

His home is actually not far from Mingyue Tower, just separated by two alleys, the home is indeed small, it looks like a dead end on the beam, paved with tiles, the door is also a variety of old wooden boards, belonging to Kaifeng Mansion to say demolition, even a copper plate can not make up for the illegal building.

The convulsive chicken hummed an infamous tune, took out the key, opened the door, and brought the door as soon as he entered, there was a peculiar smell wafting in the room, the space was very narrow, and there were messy piles of things, the convulsive chicken held the lamp messily, moved his steps carefully, but walked to the toilet, kicked the dirty toilet with his foot, and the door opened on the wall.

The convulsive chicken flashed into the door, but behind the door was a big carport, out of the big carport, the scenery suddenly opened up, and it was clearly a big yard.

It turns out that the home is just a façade, and the real home has no holes.

As soon as the chicken's front feet stepped out of the porch, his hind feet wanted to retract, but it was obviously too late, and more than a dozen crossbows were facing him, and the two spears, one on the left and one on the right, were already piercing like poisonous snakes.

The convulsive chicken made a half-"ah" sound, only to feel a chill on his back, and the wine and lantern in his hand fell loosely to the ground.

"How strange does a person have to be to be like you, to be a turtle and listen to the corner of the wall for pleasure, bring him over, I want to ask."

"No."

Of course, there was only one who called himself me in the capital, and he sneered lightly, and the look of horror on his face gradually disappeared, and he changed to a calm color.

"It turns out that the emperor also likes to go through the back door, which is a strange thing."

The convulsive chicken fluttered his sleeves, regarded the crossbow and spear as nothing, and strode forward, through the courtyard, and into the hall.

In the hall, Song Jiuzhong was sitting with a pot in one hand and a cup in the other.

"What should I call you, Pumping Chicken, Zonglun, or Li Chongxun?"

The convulsive chicken smiled: "Since you found this place, what is the difference between what it is called, a certain one is curious, how did you find it." ”

Song Jiuzhong carefully poured a glass of wine into the cup, slowly raised his glass, looked at the other party's eyes, and slowly spit out three words word by word: "Emperor, queen, collapse." ”

The convulsive chicken raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "That's really a pity, please mourn the official family." ”

"It's a pity, only twenty-two years old, I am the queen, the appearance is extremely beautiful, and the temperament is gentle, not only the meal is good, but also the drums and piano and zither are also good at everything, in addition to reciting Buddhist books every morning, it is a good match for me."

The convulsive chicken stood still, silent, only the tips of his eyebrows moved slightly.

"In the past few years, I have also fulfilled the duty of the queen and gave birth to three children for me, but they all died young...... Oh, aren't you weird? ”

"Human fate is destined by heaven, not strange."

Song Jiuzhong smiled and drank another glass to himself, but this time, he threw the wine jug and glass on the table, and there was a mockery on his face: "That's right, people's lives are destined by heaven, I am the son of heaven, and the life and death of all surnames in the world are under my control, not to mention the evil seeds." ”

The convulsive chicken still stood still, but there was a touch of red in his eyes.

Seeing that the convulsive chicken's expression finally changed, Song Jiuzhong's face was happy, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "I'm really willing, no wonder I like to be a turtle male." Recite your merit from the dragon, give you a chance to say your last words, if it is not troublesome, I will help you complete it. ”

The convulsive chicken chuckled, but turned around and sat down in the chair, "You're so daring, kill so-and-so, you won't live long, why bother." ”

Song Jiu rubbed his wrists, leaned back, and chuckled, "Your set, dark as a mouse, is useless to me." ”

After a short silence, the eyes of both sides collided, but they were like a snake locking their throats, and they were breathless.

The convulsive chicken was defeated in the eye with Song Jiuzhong, and said astringently: "You broke your word and became fat, thinking that you could, but you didn't know that you had put a shackle on your neck, since you are so confident, then let's do it, I have lived for thirteen more years, and my revenge has been avenged, it is enough, and you, sooner or later, will follow in the footsteps of so-and-so." ”

Song Jiu nodded emphatically and got up.

The convulsive chicken also stood up, lifted the corners of his robe, and stuffed it into his waist, only in a flash, his body was like an old dragon drilling, and he pounced on Song Jiuzhong.

Song Jiuzhong's left leg drew a semicircle, sideways slightly avoided the attack, and together with his legs, a knee axe hit the opponent's lower abdomen, and the convulsive chicken really shook and stumbled like a convulsive chicken, and pulled a handful of tables before he barely stopped the momentum.

As soon as the hand was closed, a white face turned purple, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was hideous and terrifying, his hands trembled and his legs were fighting, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Song Jiuzhong slowly walked to the convulsive chicken, pressed his right hand on his head, and said softly: "You don't have to worry about my affairs, after this palm, the merits and demerits will be offset, rest assured, no pain." After speaking, he vomited vigorously, and tore off his head, revealing a stubble head, which shook twice with its eyes open, and then slowly collapsed.

Song Jiuzhong took the warm wipes handed over by the waiter, slowly cleaned his hands, and then said to the people around him: "Zhang Dejun, you have made a great contribution, very good, from now on, change back to your ancestral surname." ”

The chamberlain knelt down and cried: "Xie Guan's family, please give the official family a name." ”

"The surname can be changed back, but the kindness cannot be forgotten, so let's call Wang Jien."

"Yes, thank you."

Wang Jien kowtowed three times, and then got up again, his forehead was blue.

Song Jiuzhong stared at the bald head that was already lifeless for a while, thought about it, squatted down again, grabbed his cheeks and looked into his mouth, and his face was full of anger.

"Official?"

"It's him, but it's not him, I ...... It's too early to start...... Hmph, I will only hide behind the scenes and pretend to be a ghost, something, go back to the palace. ”

"No."

Song Jiuzhong crossed the corpse with one hand, threw it heavily against the wall, and made a muffled sound, but he couldn't get rid of the anger in his heart, and walked out of the courtyard, seeing that it was dark everywhere under the night, the lead clouds in the air were hanging low, and the clouds were faintly recognizable, and the clouds were thin, but occasionally there were starlight flashes away, as if the eyes of a monster were devouring people.