"Alas, my sister is going to be miserable now." Yun He secretly thought, this Gao Yue still doesn't know what to write about it! Go back to the Moon Hall tonight and take a look.

At night, in the boudoir surrounded by the winding corridor of the Moon Hall of Changle Po, Yun Shao, Yun and the two sisters struggled to carry Gao Yue's scroll, which was made of jujube wood, and it was so heavy that it was terrible - hey, hey, hey, carried from the outer hall to the bookcase of the boudoir bisha cupboard, and the scroll was put on it, knocking on the desk, it was a dull grunt.

Yun Shao then sweated through his light shirt, sat on the edge of the couch, holding a group-shaped fan, panting slightly, and fanned each other with Yun He for a while before relieving himself.

Then the two sisters came around, and their two pairs of eyes looked at Gao Yue's scroll on the table on the couch with curiosity.

"I see, I'm afraid that the third year of high school will fail again in the literary field - there are so many scrolls in the capital, how can there be a 'giant editor' like him? is really talented and learned, it is not much more expensive, and with a thin volume, five poems can be appreciated by the master, why do you need to be so long and tired like him? Cui Yunhe is obviously singing about Gao Yue.

"Alas, Fei Niang doesn't have to say that, Gao Langjun came to throw a scroll at you and me, and he also wanted to throw stones to ask for directions."

"Sister, it's you who voted for this senior in high school, not me - I don't have such a good temper as you, like the third year of Weizhou high school, I'm not uncommon." Yun He replied angrily, "But that Zheng Langjun of Ci'en Temple today is also very strange, he only follows the senior high school, and he doesn't seem to put the ladies in the capital in his eyes at all, what kind of magic does this senior high school have?" ”

Hearing this, Yun Shao also pursed his lips and laughed, and then brought the candlestick, saying don't judge Gao Langjun behind his back, we still have a glimpse of his scrolls.

Yunhe sighed, then untied the straps on the scroll, brushed the sound, and the sprinkled file rolled on the desk and dragged it to the couch.

The two sisters looked at the ink edge on the far side, and there were three big characters written on it, "The Legend of the Orphan Girl".

"The Legend of an Orphan Girl?" Yun Shao and Yun He looked at each other in surprise, and couldn't help but report the name of Gao Wenxingjuan, and they looked at each other.

"Could it be that in this third year of high school, the scroll is not written in poetry, but in sketches?" Yunhe frowned.

The sketch in the mouth of the Tang Dynasty is very simple, that is, the so-called "legend" in later generations.

Previously, Xue Yaoying suggested to Gao Yue, now the dignitaries and nobles in Chang'an have long been tired of others using poems to write volumes, you might as well find another way, Gao Yue thought about it, and couldn't help but think of the "sketch legend" - to the late Tang Dynasty, many scribes began to use legends to write volumes, poems declined, and legends and sketches flourished, hoping to get the appreciation of the chief and the powerful, Gao Yue is just walking in the forefront of the times, but Gao Yue believes that the simple Tang legend is still a little out of scale, in order to attract readers, he has to improve.

After pulling out a paragraph slightly, Yun Shao saw that Gao Yue's scrolls strictly followed the requirements - there were a total of sixteen lines in the black silk column on each page, with a maximum of eleven characters per line, all written in small letters, and the rules were neat, and he couldn't help but feel more good about Gao Yue in his heart - he couldn't help but think that Gao Yue was dressed in a white shirt, his eyes were like torches, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, he was sitting under the candle flame, and he was serious about creating with a pen, and girls liked the way boys worked hard.

At this moment, in the five-frame room of Beiqu, Gao Yue, who was continuing to write the scroll, couldn't help but sneeze a little, then grunted twice, rubbed his footboard, and sniffed under the tip of his nose to refresh himself, and then wrote......

"Li Niang, Gao Langjun wrote a biography of an orphan girl, what will it probably be?" Although Yun Shao didn't look at it, his curiosity had already been ignited.

"Sister Ni, these scribes' pens are stained with women, either the daughter of the prime minister or Shangshu, or the prostitutes in the market, each of them doesn't know what is good about looking at Chinese scholars, and if they don't have three eyes, they will die down, recommend themselves to the pillow seat, all have no physique, elopement, raising Han, the original family style and upbringing are gone, can this high school write still be free from vulgarity?" Yun He is lying on the desk, a serious one.

"But...... Fei Niang, Gao Langjun seems to be an orphan girl, surnamed Ai Jian, after Tianshui Ai's family, she lost her father and mother since she was a child, and she can be said to be a little lonely. Yun Shao looked at it and said.

Yun He was also speechless, so he and his sister started to read with the candle flame.

"Oh, this Ai Jane is so bitter, she has been fostered in her uncle's and aunt's house since she was a child, and she has suffered a lot." Looking at it, the sisters couldn't help but sigh, so they couldn't help but continue to look around the bookcase.

I also saw Ai Jian angrily leave her uncle's house and went to the Beitian Fang run by the Longhuani Temple of the Shengdaofang (Beitian Fang, that is, the ancient Tang Dynasty was led by the Buddhist temple to run the nature of the relief institution, Beitian is one of the three fields of the Buddhist temple, and the other two fields are the three treasures Jingtian and the parents Entian, and the sad field is the Buddhist temple specially used to relieve the poor and sick, so it is called the poor and sick Beitian), and he endured all the hard work in the Beitian Fang, learned the exquisite female red, and finally entered the court and became one of the six Shang Bureaus "Shanggong Bureau" (responsible for female workers) of the female official.

"Oh, Ejan has a good place to be." The two sisters shook their fans, and then commented.

"Although this little lady Ai is lonely and miserable, people can't help but feel sad, but she has self-esteem and self-love in the predicament, and she is a strange woman." Yun Shao clasped his palms together and was greatly amazed by Ai Jian in the volume.

Unconsciously read more than half of it, but they still couldn't get enough of it, because they were very concerned about what would happen to Aijan after entering the palace.

"Ah, sister, sister, look! The little lady Ai Jian met King Luo. At this time, Cui Yunhe continued to look down and couldn't help shouting loudly.

King Luo is the eleventh son of the pilgrim master in the book "The Legend of the Orphan Girl", Wen Taowu is strategic, Kong Wu is handsome, because when he entered the palace to visit the pilgrimage, he saw that Ai Jian was a good worker, quiet and polite, so he asked for it and hired him as a beloved female nanny, King Luo was nearly forty years old, and there was only one daughter under his knees, but he never saw his wife's whereabouts, which could not help but make Ai Jian very confused.

Finally one night, in King Luo's mansion, when the wind and rain were blowing, Ai Jian held the candle, and suddenly heard the sound of a ghost howling faintly above the building!

"Ahh The two sisters were so frightened that they hurriedly pushed the scroll away.

"Damn, damn, Weizhou high school junior." The clouds and shivered, clutching their knees, their teeth chattering in the early summer night.

But the sisters couldn't wait to know what the ghost in the building was, could it be that King Luo had some ulterior secret, and whether the ghost was King Luo's wife, who was killed and turned into a ghost? If Ai Jian knew, what would King Luo do with her? All kinds of unclear doubts and suspense cruelly hung Yun Shao and Yun He's appetites, so they looked at each other and plucked up their courage, "Sister, you come and turn it over." ”

"Okay, okay, Li Niang, if you can't see the end, I'm afraid it will be difficult to sleep tonight."

Yun Shao closed his eyes and hurriedly flipped through the pages.

Yunhe hurriedly raised the candle and came over to take a look.

The words at the end of the page made them gasp.

There are only two large ink characters left on it:

"To be continued"

"Bang!" Yunhe's angry fist slammed into the pages, nearly smashing the bookcase.