"Nanling Xiao Zixuan personally opened". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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The celadon stilt lamp is placed on the pear blossom wood case, and the flame is like a bean. At this moment, the yellow and bright soft light fell on the blood-red seven big characters, which was eerie and weird, but it was quite a bit of the artistic conception of reading and chatting at night.

Xiao Zixuan had read Liao Zhai in his previous life, and compared with the horror novels of the 21st century, there is not only a lack of subtle and suffocating plots, but also a lack of tension and impactful graphic sense.

But classical Chinese novels should not be compared to Western thriller literature.

In his previous life, he heard a very famous professor at Yenching University say that there is no such thing as horror novels in China, there is no such thing as a theme in ancient times, and there are rare representative masterpieces in modern times.

A collection of romantic literary short stories like "Strange Tales from a Strange Place" is full of the "elegant" taste of literati and inkmen, and even if Gongbi is good at depicting fantastical plots, in the final analysis, he does not pursue the word "surprise".

It's no wonder that even if Liaozhai writes all the ghosts and monsters, ridicule and irony, and needles on current affairs, it can still leave a touching and poignant love story. Such delicacy cannot be written in Western thriller literature.

Think about it, now Xiao Zixuan is reading at night, and the fragrance of rosewood is still lingering around him, when a zombie with a missing arm and leg suddenly comes out of a dark corner, I am afraid that the angry Xiao Zixuan will directly slap it flat.

Hauntings also have to pay attention to an artistic conception, rough and violent ghosts go back, the elegant and interesting ancient world is not the place you should be.

Xiao Zixuan secretly thought to himself, when he opened this "blood book", would a cute and cute little fox fairy with a tail jump out......

He thought in his heart, but he was smiling, secretly blaming himself for being carried away by the wine, as an undergraduate student of the Department of Physics of Yenching University, Xiao Zixuan should really be a rigorous and rigid character, how did he become such an embarrassed and stupid appearance after crossing over.

He carefully inspected the fire paint for the sealed letters, which was far inferior to the sealants of later generations, but certainly not to fail in a few months.

The envelope is of good material, Xiao Zixuan gently rubbed his fingers, and he couldn't figure out how many pieces of paper were hidden inside. Gliding along the edge of the envelope, it is smooth and smooth without losing the feeling of damping.

Presumably, the letter writer must also be a very particular nobleman.

After delaying for a long time, Xiao Zixuan tore open the envelope and took out the letters inside.

There is only one piece of paper, densely covered with a few columns of fly-headed letters, which occupies less than a quarter of the space, and the remaining three-quarters are blank.

The handwriting is really beautiful:

"Nanling Xiao Zixuan Gongzi, respectfully.

After reading the handbook, the gentleman was very uneasy, and it was very suspenseful.

In late spring and March, it coincides with Qingming, mixed peanut trees, and warblers fly wildly. On the occasion of this festival, I want to meet with His Majesty in Nanling, enjoy the swans in the city, fly around the tower, and rest by the lake.

Tuo and the wind go straight to the sun, and ride the swan to climb the green clouds together, which is the place where I and my son are suitable.

Hurry up and repeat first, and then return. ”

Xiao Zixuan looked back and forth three times, his thick eyebrows were twisted into a dead knot, and he still couldn't see what mystery was in this letter.

Now that the sting has just passed, the spring equinox is in the future, and there is still a lot of time before the Qingming solar term. This letter writer who did not leave a title, could it be that he wanted to gather with him in Nanling on the Qingming Festival?

Xiao Zixuan rubbed his temples, he didn't know what the hell Nanling was, he just felt that this letter was strange from to foot.

Not to mention that he is not "ill and unsafe", just talk about this sentence:

"Tuo and the wind go straight to the sun, and ride the swans to climb the green clouds together."

In short, isn't this "why don't we go to heaven"?!

Xiao Zixuan threw the envelope aside angrily, feeling extremely unlucky, I want to go to heaven and go up by yourself, don't call me, and ride a swan, I think you are also a toad.

If the letter writer didn't have a problem with his brain, he would definitely hide a pun between the lines, but the current Xiao Zixuan definitely couldn't understand it, so he had to put it on the shelf.

The silence of the night soon swallowed up all the light, and the oil lamp on the table burned out before you knew it, and the room was restored to the darkness that could not be seen.

Xiao Zixuan was lying on the bed, but his heart was not calm at all.

An evil young man, and theoretically should be a brainless evil young man, he didn't leave any information about his identity in his own house.

Is this normal?

Maybe I'm just thinking too much......

Just now he heard from the two nurses that he seemed to have a little slave named "Junsheng", and when he saw him tomorrow, he must let him fill his oil lamp.

It's not a good sign that the oil is running out and the lamp is dry, how can a big family allow such a low-level mistake to happen......

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After a night without words, Xiao Zixuan slept quite sweetly, and when he woke up again, it was probably the time when the rooster crowed.

Xiao Zixuan got dressed and tidied up his appearance.

At this moment, the bright sunlight is shining into the house, and it is a comfortable temperature that is neither hot nor cold. Xiao Zixuan found a large bronze mirror on the floor and found that there were just some washing utensils under the mirror. He fetched some water himself, dipped it in green salt and brushed his teeth.

Xiao Zixuan was very surprised, what about his little slave Junsheng?

He can afford to live in such a luxurious room, there should always be a maid or slave who serves him closely, why has he been back to the room for three or four hours, and there is still no trace of them?

As he was talking, there was a sudden soft sound at the door of his house, presumably someone was visiting.

Xiao Zixuan was happy in his heart, but he was a little nervous after that. Although he knew that he was also an upper-class magnate in Liufu, after all, he grew up in a modern society of equality, freedom and democracy, and he would inevitably be a little timid when he asked others to serve him for the first time.

Just thinking about it, the doorman had already walked in, walking along the bluestone path towards the room where Xiao Zixuan lived.

I saw this person wearing a firewood coat, barefoot and shirtless, his gray beard fluttering wantonly in the wind, and his strong muscles were quickly massed. Although he looks old, his spirit is really vigorous, like a hero who is happy and vengeful on the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Zixuan couldn't help but secretly admire, although this person has white hair, he is as imposing as a dragon and a tiger, and his posture is vigorous and light-

That's not right!

Damn, this guy can't be Junsheng, right?!

Xiao Zixuan hurriedly climbed back to his bed, and 10,000 pangolins rushed by in his heart, shouldn't Junsheng be a handsome boy in green clothes and black hats? How did you become a bad old man with a full beard?

Xiao Zixuan didn't know the situation, so he had to pretend to be asleep, and his ears always listened to every move in the house.

There was only a soft sound, and the door was pushed open, but the breath of the human body could not be felt.

Xiao Zixuan's cold hairs stood on end involuntarily, as if he was aware of the coming of dangerous people, he only felt that he was in a cold sweat, but he couldn't hear any abnormal sound in his ears.

The feeling of oppression lasted for about four or five breaths, and Xiao Zixuan tried his best to control the rhythm of his life, keeping it in a normal state of rest as much as possible until the heart-wrenching feeling of suffocation gradually subsided.

He's gone from his side......

Xiao Zixuan breathed hard a few times in a low voice, but his body still didn't dare to move.

He heard a "rustling" sound not far behind him, the movement of flipping through the paper!

Xiao Zixuan frowned, wanting to carefully distinguish the old man's actions.

He put a book aside...... He flipped through a book of bamboo slips...... He tore open a letter......

He opened the "blood book" he had seen last night!

Xiao Zixuan clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't hear the old man's breathing, but this was what scared people.

A moment later, maybe an hour. Xiao Zixuan felt that his room had regained complete tranquility, and turned over tentatively.

No response.

He jerked off the bed and rushed to his rosewood table.

The blood book of "Nanling Xiao Zixuan's personal enlightenment" is really gone!

Xiao Zixuan's eyes closed suddenly, he was recalling, he was recalling the whole content of the letter.

"Nanling Xiao Zixuan Gongzi, respectfully.

After reading the handbook, Zhijun was sick and unsafe......

Late spring in March, coinciding with the Qingming ...... On the occasion of this festival, I want to meet with His Majesty in Nanling and enjoy the swans in the city,......

Tuo and the wind go straight to the sun, and ride the swan to climb the green clouds together, which is the place where I and my son are suitable.

……”

Damn it!

Xiao Zixuan hugged his head tightly, he was still too naïve!

He hadn't copied all of the contents of the Blood Book last night, and now he had forgotten a lot of information.

What's behind "coincided with Qingming"? What's behind the "Swan Together"? He remembered the sentence "Tuo and the wind go straight to the sun, and ride the swan to climb the green clouds together", because this sentence is the middle two.

Xiao Zixuan took a deep breath, quickly wrote down his remaining memories on another piece of rice paper, and hid them on his chest.

The security of his room was so low that he had to carry it with him. Xiao Zixuan didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all now, he had offended too many people in the past, and there were probably many people who wanted to kill him as a villain, and he couldn't put his life at risk......

At this moment, there was another soft knock on the door, Xiao Zixuan's blood suddenly stopped, and his heart was about to squeeze into his throat.

I saw a small embroidered shoe step in, followed by a white ankle, and finally a beige skirt.

A delicate cry rang out:

"Childe, it's time to get up!"

The girl dressed as a maid said timidly, like a young eagle that had just grown wings.

She looked at her master's bed, huh? What about people? Hmph, I said that I would come back today, but it is possible that I will soak in the Moon Workshop again......

The girl pursed her lips aggrievedly, and just wanted to leave with small steps, when she suddenly found a figure hidden under the desk, sneaky, if it weren't for revealing a trace of the corners of her clothes, the girl really couldn't find it.

Hum! It can't be a thief!

The girl scolded angrily: "You stinky thief, get out of under the table!" ”

She walked over angrily, she had never heard of her master bullying others, she had never heard of others bullying her master, she planned to clean up this lawless thief.

"Ahh The girl was stunned.

She was so frightened that she knelt down with a puff, and there was a cry in her voice:

"Father-in-law, son-in-law...... Why did you kneel for me? Hurry up...... Woowoo woo ......"