"You're more than ten years old and you don't dare to sleep alone, can't you sleep if you want me to tell you a story?" Ma Sanbao said helplessly, the girl in front of him pulled him back into his room, occupied his room and asked him to accompany him, Ma Sanbao was very helpless, usually he was basically asleep at this time, and he had to be delayed for a while when he wanted to hurry back to the Northeast Theater.

Hearing that Ma Sanbao was going to tell a story, the girl opened her eyes as clear as black jewels, and she was very curious about what kind of story Ma Sanbao would tell in her mouth, after all, the child in front of her was not as old as her.

"Then listen up, I'm going to talk!" Ma Sanbao laughed evilly, he thought about how to clean up this girl, he didn't plan to tell ordinary stories, but planned to tell the story he saw in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" to the girl in front of him, anyway, this book is from the Qing Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty is not the same.

When Ma Sanbao's tone became gloomy, and deliberately slowed down the tone of storytelling, Shang Ling was still a little surprised, after all, the beginning of the story was unremarkable, quite normal, when she heard the horror part, she quickly screamed, shrunk her head in the quilt, through the quilt, Ma Sanbao felt that the little girl's body was constantly trembling, he thought that this Shang Ling would wave his little fist viciously to beat him.

"You bad guy! Ghost stories are told! Miss Ben is the most annoying ghost! Shang Ling said angrily, she didn't dare to poke her head out of the bed, Ma Sanbao hurriedly smiled and said, "Some ghosts like to catch the little girl hiding in the bed, you have to expose your head and face it bravely, so that they won't catch you!" ”

Ma Sanbao's words made Shang Ling stick his head out suspiciously, just poked out of the bed, and saw Ma Sanbao who was grimacing, Ma Sanbao didn't react, he felt a sour nose, and couldn't help but reach out to cover his nose, this time it hurt the child, he covered his nose, looked at Shang Ling lying in the quilt as if nothing happened, and he was angry, but after thinking about it, he was quite old, and he couldn't care about this child.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" After being punched, Ma Sanbao asked a little angrily, fortunately Shang Ling didn't use much force, otherwise it was estimated that red liquid would flow out of his nose.

"I can't sleep, it's all my fault for telling you a ghost story, who are you scaring about? I thought you'd tell some heartwarming and romantic stories! A belly of bad water, no big or small, why do you have so many crooked ideas at a young age? Shang Ling's question like a cannon made Ma Sanbao speechless, he didn't know how to reply to Shang Ling, he couldn't have imagined that the little girl in front of him would question him directly, but he did have bad intentions on a whim, no matter how he said that he was a thirty-year-old before, it was indeed a little inappropriate to bully other little girls like this.

"Sleep, sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow, I made an appointment with the shop next door to get breakfast!" Ma Sanbao stretched his waist and yawned, since he returned to Nanjing City, his life is very self-disciplined, it is a good habit for him to go to bed early and get up early every day, if it weren't for the sudden disturbance of Shang Ling, it is estimated that he would have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Shang Ling shook her head vigorously, and she whispered, "You villain can't sleep, Miss Ben will have breakfast tomorrow, otherwise I'll clean you up!" Hurry up and hold my hand, you're not afraid of me. ”

Before Ma Sanbao could react, a cold and fleshy little hand grabbed Ma Sanbao's hand, he couldn't help blushing, there were still few girls who took the initiative to hold their hands, even if Shang Ling was not very old, but it was a girl, Ma Sanbao was still a little uncomfortable.

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Seeing Shang Ling close his eyes, his long eyelashes like a doll and his even breathing made Ma Sanbao relax and ensure that Shang Ling fell asleep, Ma Sanbao blew out the kerosene lamp lit on the table and walked to the other rooms, he stretched and yawned, remembering the mosquito before, and shook his head unconsciously.

The hot weather made it a little difficult for Ma Sanbao to adapt, if it was in his previous life, there was also the air conditioner to accompany him, Zhu Di's room was full of the sound of mosquitoes flying, the stuffy air was hot Ma Sanbao was sweating, he had to open the doors and windows, and felt the feeling of the circulating air raging on his skin.

The sky was bright, Ma Sanbao felt the warmth of the sun, and then slowly opened his eyes, in the next room, Shang Ling was sleeping sweetly, he rubbed his hair, sleepiness swept his mind, Ma Sanbao rubbed his sleepy eyes, washed his face with a basin of water, and made himself sober up a lot, he looked at the yard, most of the potted plants in this yard were moved, and most of the remaining potted plants withered, no one took care of them for more than a year, and the whole yard was a lot less angry.

Looking at the room that originally belonged to him, Ma Sanbao couldn't bear to call Shang Ling up, so, remembering the agreement with the vendor, he walked out of the courtyard and walked to the restaurant where breakfast was ordered.

Selling expensive palace breakfast near Zhu Di's mansion, Ma Sanbao walked into the store, and was very reluctant to take out the silver taels from his pocket, because Shang Ling was still in the courtyard, he ordered an extra breakfast, and he walked to Zhu Di's mansion unhurriedly with a plate containing breakfast.

Outside Zhu Di's mansion, there was a middle-aged man standing, the middle-aged man was very familiar, Ma Sanbao looked at it, isn't this one in front of him familiar? It was Shang Wei who I had only seen a few days ago, a generation of high-ranking officials suddenly stood at the door of Zhu Di's mansion, if it was two years ago, he must have come to find Zhu Di, and now, everyone in Nanjing City knows that this mansion now temporarily belongs to Ma Sanbao, obviously, Shang Wei is here to find himself.

Shang Wei also found Ma Sanbao, he carefully looked at the two breakfasts in Ma Sanbao's hands, and said, "Wenhe, is there a girl who has come to your mansion?" ”

"Yes, Lord Shang still cares about the attendant's daughter, this little girl raided my house last night, I was tortured a little uncomfortable, Lord Shang wants to take her back? If you want to bring it back, can you wait until she has breakfast? It was specially prepared for her. Ma Sanbao smiled, he wished that Shang Wei would take this girl away, but looking at Shang Hui's eyes, something seemed to be wrong.

"This little one, last night and I... Her father had a bit of a conflict and ran away from home in a fit of rage, and I was relieved in your mansion, so I was not in a hurry to take her back, and her father would not be worried. Shang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and took the plate in Ma Sanbao's hand, sent the breakfast into the mansion, and put it on the table.

Looking at the back of Shang Wei leaving, Ma Sanbao was a little confused, what does it mean to be relieved in my place? Do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will sell the squire's daughter? In Ma Sanbao's eyes, Shang Ling is just the daughter of the attendant and not the daughter of Shang Hui, and Shang Wei should not care so much.

As soon as Shang Wei walked on the front foot, Shang Ling poked out her little head to look at Ma Sanbao, looking at the breakfast on the table, her little nose kept stirring, obviously attracted by the fragrance of breakfast, she didn't have time to comb her hair, so she walked towards Ma Sanbao like a little ghost, and without waiting for Ma Sanbao's invitation, she sat next to Ma Sanbao, picked up the spoon and devoured it, as if she hadn't eaten breakfast.

"You, what a starving ghost! Eat slowly, girls should have an image, chew and swallow slowly, you know? Ma Sanbao said helplessly, Lord Shang is relieved to put the attendant's daughter by his side, and he naturally has to play the role of a supervisor.

"You're so annoying, the tone is like those adults, what do you pay attention to the image or something, Miss Ben has any image, isn't it good to be self?" Shang Ling said very dissatisfied, there were rice grains of white porridge hanging from the corners of her mouth, and the meat bun in her hand had been gnawed by her so that she couldn't see the original shape, this girl didn't care about the image at all, she was very grinning.

"You didn't wash your hands and ate just now, it's easy to get sick!" Ma Sanbao was a little helpless, and what responded to him was Shang Ling's white eyes.

"At a young age, you have to pretend to be old-fashioned, hey, hey, you're so stereotypical! Wooden head! Shang Ling's oily little hand grabbed Ma Sanbao, but Ma Sanbao deftly dodged it, he reached out and grabbed Shang Ling's shoulder, pulled Shang Ling up from the chair, pulled all the way to the well water, and poured a basin of water on Shang Ling's hand.

The cold well water frightened Shang Ling, and Shang Ling looked at Ma Sanbao very dissatisfied, looking vicious like a wronged little daughter-in-law who wanted to take revenge on her husband.

"Girls have to look like girls, how do you usually comb your hair? I'll help you comb your hair later, I'm also the first time to help your child comb his hair, don't blame me if you can't comb it later! Ma Sanbao said, in Zhu Di's mansion left a lot of combs, these combs are made of expensive materials, he is very helpless, his first time to comb the girl's hair to the wild girl in front of him, he also had a delusional scene of combing the hair of the medicine fairy, after all, in ancient times, only people who were particularly close to each other would help each other comb their hair.

"Oh!" Shang Ling heard that Ma Sanbao was willing to help him comb his hair, but he didn't complain, wiped his wet little hands, and sat in Zhu Di's former residence, with a bronze mirror in front of him, revealing Shang Ling's delicate little face.

Looking closely at the bronze mirror, Ma Sanbao realized that the little girl in front of him was still quite cute if she was not a demon, he grabbed Shang Ling's hair, the slender and smooth hair almost slipped away from his fingertips, he clumsily picked up the comb and gently ran over the ends of Shang Ling's hair.

"Hey, hey! Will you be able to! There's nothing else to do! The voice of complaint reached Ma Sanbao's ears.