There was a fishy smell in the nose, and although it was diluted by the rain, it was still strong.

Cui Yun let out a "wow" and spit out everything in her abdomen. She leaned against the wall, spit out tears, and when she tried to stand up straight, she found that her legs were already weak, so she leaned back against the wall, gasping softly.

"Miss Yun, Miss Yun, is that you? Are you there? ”

There were a few calls from the other side of the road, and Cui Yun saw three or five vague figures, each of them carrying a lantern in their hands, and the bright red fire was washed away by the heavy rain and became a little hazy.

"I'm ...... here"

Cui Yun shouted into the distance with all her strength, so the people quickly ran towards here, and when they saw her leaning against the wall soaking wet, one of the little girls hurriedly covered her head with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

"Miss Yun, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? ”

Cui Yun pointed weakly to the ground, "Take care of it, what is that?" ”

Hearing this, several people hurriedly rushed over, raised the lantern and shook it at the black shadow.

"Oh, a lot of blood, how can it be a big? Why is the neck of the chicken still broken, I don't know who did it? ”

Hearing this, Cui Yun hurriedly helped the little girl to walk over, and looked at the ground by the light of the lantern: the feathers of the beautiful reed rooster were full of muddy water, tangled together, and black; Its neck was broken, its comb ripped off, and blood gushed out from the cracked gap, gathering in a puddle around it.

"Isn't that the chicken I caught?" A mother-in-law said strangely on the side, "It's strange, I caught this chicken with my own hands, and then put it in a basket and hung it on the bamboo according to what the lame man said, and inserted it at the gate of the courtyard, but how did it be killed and thrown here?" ”

Her words shocked Cui Yun's heart, and she stood still in place, and after a long time, she calmed down and raised her voice, "Go and hang another chicken in front of the courtyard gate, by the way, go check it out, and see which pickled slave is so bold that he dares to kill the rooster that fixes the soul of the little young master." ”

A few old servants agreed to go down, and Cui Yun told the little girl beside her, "The little young master is awake, let the kitchen make him a bowl of yam porridge, and serve it with some appetizing vegetarian dishes." Also, go and prepare a table of banquets, according to the specifications of Chinese New Year's Eve, the lame man really has two brushes, and he actually woke up the little young master. Now the lord is so happy that he not only has to personally set up a banquet to thank him, but also to keep the grandparents and grandchildren at home for half a month, so you must arrange their food, clothing, and shelter properly, and you must not neglect them. ”

***

The torrential rain came and went as fast as it came, and in the middle of the night, the sky was clear again, and a full moon peeked out from behind the dark clouds, a little hazy, but it could barely sprinkle a silver light.

Mu Xiaowu tossed and turned in bed for half an hour, but he still didn't fall asleep. On the one hand, of course, this is due to the lame Mu who snored loudly next to her, and on the other hand, she has to blame herself. Two banquets, one more hearty than the other, she didn't have any moderation, and every meal was full of energy.

Now, her stomach was pouting so high and hard as a stone that it was hard to even breathe.

After tossing and turning a cup of tea, she finally rolled over and got out of bed, put on her clothes and went to the courtyard, ready to walk around, so as to digest the strong mountain of food in her belly.

After the rain, Yan's house was extremely quiet, and most of the servants who usually went to work at night hid in the house because of the rainstorm just now, so Mu Xiaowuwu walked by himself for a long time and did not meet a few people. Fortunately, Yan's house lit a night light, and she also prepared a lantern in advance, so she walked all the way over, but she was not blinded by the long night.

There are houses in the courtyard of Yan's house, and there are courtyards in the houses, and the courtyards are inlaid in the four lanes and five lanes, like a leaf stretching out its meridians and leaves. The walls are snow-white, the tiles are blue and black, one thick and one light, one yin and one yang, although there is a contrast, but it is extremely suitable, as if this house is naturally grown from the ground.

However, Mu Xiaowu didn't know how to appreciate the elegance of these buildings, and the rows of scattered houses only represented two words in her eyes: rich.

She walked forward with her waist propped up, and at the same time a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said silently in her heart: "I'm so lucky, the old man didn't miss this time, and he really embroidered the doll's soul back." With his three-legged cat kung fu, the chance of successfully embroidering the soul is about fifty percent, but he didn't expect to grasp this big deal this time.

Thinking of this, the smile on her face deepened: The Yan family's only young master saved his life, how much silver will the Yan family take out? I'm afraid they won't have to worry about eating and drinking for the next three or five years.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of "bang-la-la" running water in my ears, and the sound was very close, as if there was a gurgling stream not far away. Mu Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, then walked in the direction of the voice, and a line of words flashed in his mind: This Yan family really has money and nowhere to spend, and they actually introduced the river into the house.

However, Mu Xiaowu did not find the imaginary flow of water in her mind, and she wandered for a long time at the end of the alley where the water was loudest, before finally determining that the sound came from behind a thick door panel.

Behind the door panel was a small courtyard, surrounded by four small rooms, with a large new brass lock on the door, and no lights inside, apparently uninhabited.

Mu Xiaowu looked at the dark gate, and wondered: Strange, how is this courtyard different from other courtyards? It is more like the style of local architecture in Zhangtai, surrounded by quadrangle houses, the eaves are blue-blue, the arc is sloping, and there should be a patio in the middle.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized: no wonder there was a gurgling sound of water inside, it was not a stream at all, but the sound of stagnant water flowing down the eaves after the rain and falling into the patio.

"It's really ice and snow smart, Xiao Wu." Mu Xiaowu praised himself sincerely, and just turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the sound of Lang Lang reading in the courtyard, his voice was crisp, like a teenager.

"Water letter is not divided into things, and it is not divided into upper and lower things? The goodness of human nature is also like water. There is nothing wrong with people, and there is nothing wrong with water. Now the water, beating and jumping, can make the jaw; Radical and action, can be made in the mountains. Is it the nature of water? And so it goes. What a person can do is not good, but so is his nature. ”

She could hear every word clearly, but when they were connected, she didn't understand what they meant. was frowning and trying to think, but his heart moved slightly: this locked courtyard, this courtyard without any lights, this courtyard full of stagnant water, how could anyone sit in it and read poetry aloud?