With the people brought by Zheng Lingzhi, the house suddenly became a lot more lively.

"There are eighteen people in total, you can use it for the time being." Zheng Lingzhi pointed to the men and women standing in three rows at the foot of the steps, and then took a stack of yellowed Huguan from the young man behind him, and handed it to Yang Shouwen, "I heard that the sage arranged you here, so I was a little anxious!" But you also know that although I am a captain in Henan, I can't say anything in the court...... The will of the saints, let alone I can resist, so I have to buy these people for you temporarily. The six in the front row can speak official and can help you on weekdays.

Other people's ...... The six Kunlun slaves at the back are rough and can't do fine work, but they can endure hardships from time to time, and they have some strength to do some rough work for you. Of the six people in the middle, two were Turks, and the other four women were from Persia, and it is said that they were originally descendants of Persian nobles, but they were defeated and captured, and then came to Chang'an. ”

Kunlun Nu?

Yang Shouwen's gaze crossed the twelve people in the front row and fell on the six people in the back.

I'll go......

Kunlun Nu in the Tang Dynasty was a Peugeot-like existence. In countless romances and wild histories and legends, there are records of Kunlun Nu. They are loyal, honest, and hardworking, and some are even proficient in the art of martial arts.

But after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, Kunlun Nu seemed to have disappeared.

Historical books also have different descriptions of them, but in general they have a few characteristics, curly hair, dark complexion, and strong strength. But Yang Shouwen has finally figured out what this Kunlun slave in the Tang Dynasty looks like. This, isn't this black people?

But. These blacks are black though. But it's not like that. That pure black.

To be precise, it seems to be brown and black, somewhat similar to the mixed blood of later generations. But it is not known where the blood is mixed.

African?

Yang Shouwen was a little skeptical.

However, if you ask Zheng Lingzhi, I'm afraid he doesn't even know where Africa is.

This is an era in which Chinese civilization and Tang culture are respected. When all nations come to court, it's not just talking. Since it is called all nations. God knows what kind of countries there are. Yang Shouwen estimates that Zheng Lingzhi may not pay attention to these.

As for the Persian women, they were very seductive and quite exotic.

Just looking at Zheng Lingzhi's eyebrows, Yang Shouwen knew that his uncle was not very reliable.

"Uncle, why don't you find a local from Luoyang?"

Zheng Lingzhi saw that Yang Shouwen unceremoniously put away those deeds of sale, and immediately smiled.

"Qingzhi, you are much more sensible than your father...... He had come from Changping before. I was going to send him some minions, but he pushed back. It's not pleasant. I know these servants have wronged you, but I can't help it. ”

With that, he beckoned the two teenagers to come over, and after a few words, he turned around and walked to the backyard.

Yang Shouwen hurriedly greeted the Yang family and followed behind Zheng Lingzhi.

"Qingzhi, do you say I don't want to find locals? I can't find it. ”

"How?"

As soon as others heard that it was Tongma Mo's Huo Mansion, they immediately turned around and left.

I don't know what the saint had in mind when he summoned you. Good end, how could you be here? ”

"Here, isn't it good?"

Yang Shouwen asked suspiciously.

The two of them came to the courtyard of Zhongjin one after the other.

The area of this middle courtyard is larger than the front hall, about 1,500 square meters.

The courtyard is staggered with water pavilions and terraces, like a garden.

The rain stopped, and the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in the courtyard were blown down by the wind, making the tortuous stones quiet, wet and spreading crimson and pink, which could not help but make people feel a little more melancholy.

Zheng Lingzhi walked along the winding corridor to the center of the pool.

Standing here, the scenery is even more beautiful, highlighting the original owner, extraordinary taste.

"Of course not!"

Zheng Lingzhi stopped, leaned against the railing, and sighed softly, "This was originally the mansion of Cheng Huo Xianke in the imperial history. You must know that this place is close to the imperial city, and most of the officials of the imperial court, as well as the nobles of Luoyang, live here. Not to mention anything else, Tongma Mo is adjacent to Caoqu. Do you know that the pool in your yard, directly together with the Cao Canal outside, is a pool of living water, which does not freeze all year round, and can be called the best feng shui section in the entire Guiyi Workshop. ”

Yang Shouwen was suddenly surprised, "In that case, why is it vacant?" ”

"Six years, three masters died, what do you think?"

"Huh?"

Zheng Lingzhi's face was a little ugly, and he said softly: "This is now a famous haunted house in Luoyang City. It is said that after Huo Xianke killed Zhu Beibi in the Xindu case, Zhu Beibi's resentful soul followed him here, and then smoked Huo Xianke's tendons and tortured him to death. After that, his resentment grew so much that the people who lived in it did not end well.

The previous master here even invited Master Aqi Zhenna to come over, but it was useless not to say, he also died.

You don't see, Master Ah Zhenna is not willing to live in the city for a long time now, and wants to move out of Luoyang and build a temple outside the city. ”

A gust of wind blows through the pool, and the surface of the pool is sparkling.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky.

But for some reason, Yang Shouwen felt an inexplicable chill, which made him feel a chill.

"Uncle, don't scare me."

"What am I scaring you for? Don't believe you go out and inquire, see if I have half a lie? ”

At this moment, the smile on Zheng Lingzhi's face was gone.

He held on to the railing, looked left and right, and whispered, "Forget it, don't say it, I'm a little scared." ”

After speaking, he took a deep breath and said to Yang Shouwen: "It seems that the saint wants you to die here." ”

The most poisonous woman's heart, the most poisonous woman's heart!

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but scold in his heart.

He was fine, but when Zheng Lingzhi said this, his heart trembled a little.

He didn't care about himself, he was fearless. But the Yang family is here for another month, so don't be involved.

"What then, I'm moving out?"

"Move out?"

Zheng Lingzhi smiled bitterly: "I don't think it's that easy.

The saint has arranged you here, and she must have her plans. If you move away, you will give the saint an excuse if you don't get it right.

As far as I know, the saint is not very in favor of your marriage contract with Princess Anle, but because of his reputation, he has not expressed his position. But now that she has placed you in this haunted mansion, her attitude is already very clear, do you understand? ”

I don't understand!

Yang Shouwen scratched his head and said softly: "Uncle, I'm not afraid, but I'm worried that my aunt will be affected." There are also Qing Nu and Thirteen Lang, and they are too. If you can't, can you take them into your house for a while? ”

Zheng Lingzhi sighed, "If you can get into this door, if you want to get out, I'm afraid it's not easy." (To be continued......)