Chinese New Year's Eve is the most important day in the whole of Kyoto, and it is also the busiest day, early in the morning, the whole Zheng Mansion is busy, and the maids and servants of each room are constantly arranging in the mansion. The courtyard of the promenade is full of red lanterns, and it is full of joy. Each room was also full of gifts, with couplets with blessings on the doors and blessings on the windows.

In the afternoon, the worship ceremony was very solemn, except for the fourth lady, who had been bedridden for a long time, everyone wore formal clothes to attend. Even the old lady who had lived on the mountain for a long time came back, Ning Yan stood on the side, and it was the first time she saw this old lady, as Zheng Nangong's mother, although she was white-haired and polite, she was very energetic, and her face was customary and majestic. The sacrifice was done for two hours before it was good.

When it came to dinner, it was rare for the whole house to get together, but there was the old lady and Zheng Nangong, everyone was respectful, for fear of making any mistakes, and they really didn't eat much when they ate. After saying some auspicious words, the old lady and Zheng Nangong sent the juniors New Year's money again, and they all went back to their own hospitals, and the rest of the people still had to keep the New Year. The maids set up snacks, ate snacks in each room, drank hot tea, chatted, and were lively.

Daradala, there was a sound of chains rubbing on the ground in the distance, a trace of strangeness rose in Ning Yan's heart, looking around, everyone was sitting in a regular manner, talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to hear any sound.

"What's that sound?" Ning Yan walked out of the main hall and looked in the direction of the sound. A moment later, two vague figures appeared not far away, how could two strange people appear in the mansion, Ning Yan hurriedly hid behind the pillar, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Black and white impermanence?" "My heart jumped, one dressed in white, the other dressed in black, and wearing such a high hat, isn't this the messenger of the underworld described in the book? How did they get here? What day is it? Is it Zheng Ling? Zheng Ling her? Ning Yan's eyes widened suddenly. Turning to the outside of the pillar again, the black and white impermanence passed towards the small courtyard to the west, Ning Yan hesitated a little, he was also a soul, if he was discovered by the black and white impermanence, I don't know what would happen. Ning Yan paced back and forth, his heart was disturbed, Zheng Ling, it seemed that he had forgotten something.

Daladala, the sound of the chain sounded again, Ning Yan hurriedly hid back behind the pillar, and after a while, black and white impermanence pulled the chain, and a thin girl was roasted on the chain and walked out, the girl turned her head slightly, looking at the hall, Ning Yan happened to poke her head out of the pillar, the girl smiled faintly at Ning Yan, and then turned her head and followed the black and white impermanence farther and farther.

Ning Yan saw the smile, and looked at Zheng Ling's distant figure in a daze, after tonight, everyone will find that Zheng Ling died, and Ning Yan didn't know why, he wanted to go to that small courtyard. Before he finished thinking about it, he flew to Zheng Ling's small courtyard. His hand couldn't help touching the jade pendant around his neck, which seemed to be guiding him to come here, Ning Yan took a few deep breaths.

The quiet in the small courtyard was terrifying, a faint light came from the hut, Ning Yan slowly pushed the door in, his heart beating rapidly, the bed curtain hung down, and he couldn't see the scene inside. Ning Yan slowly pulled up the bed curtain, "Ah." Although I knew it in my heart, I was still startled by Zheng Ling, who was lying on the bed silently, Ning Yan, you yourself are souls, what are you afraid of? Ning Yan sighed lightly, pulled up the bed curtain again, Zheng Ling on the bed was bloodless, Ning Yan involuntarily stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched Zheng Ling's cold hand, he felt a powerful suction.

There was a sudden void in front of me, where am I? Ning Yanyu hesitated to take a step, but he stepped into the air, and his body kept falling, "Ah! I don't know how long it took, Ning Yan's eyes suddenly opened, and the feeling of weakness in his body came over at once. Ning Yan tried to raise his hand to support his body, but he was in a cold sweat, what was going on? Since coming to this world, Ning Yan has never felt tired and weak, how can his soul be so weak, looking around, it is still Zheng Ling's room, dizzy, gently stroked his forehead, his eyes glimpsed the clothes on his body, his heart was shocked, Zheng Ling's clothes, he got up with difficulty and walked to the bronze mirror, the girl in the mirror was extremely pale, with a trace of weakness between her eyebrows. Zheng Ling! Ning Yan trembled and touched his face, this is clearly Zheng Ling's face, I am possessed? My body trembled, my hands propped up in front of the dresser, and my heart panicked, this is incredible, what should I do? The head is getting more and more dizzy, no, if you faint at this time, in such a cold day, fall to the ground, I am afraid that you will freeze to death just after being possessed for the first time. Ning Yan exerted all the strength of his body, returned to the bed, and fell into darkness as soon as he covered the quilt.

Squeak, Ning Yan suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, tried to open his eyes, and looked in the direction of the door, "Qing'er." The voice was very dry, Ning Yan recognized the maid beside Zheng Ling at a glance, and hurriedly called.

"This is the rice balls that the old lady gave to each courtyard." Qing'er didn't seem to use much honorifics for Zheng Ling, and she didn't bother to glance at Zheng Ling, so she put down the bowl and was about to go out.

"Qing'er." Ning Yan called out a voice, and the voice was a little hoarse, with a sickly feeling.

"What do you command, Miss?" Qing'er's nonchalant attitude.

Ning Yan struggled to get up, cold sweat streaming down her cheeks, "Let's have a good talk." ”

Qing'er turned her head slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed through her eyes. didn't speak, just looked at Zheng Ling.

Ning Yan tried to smile, "Qing'er, I know that you must feel wronged in my small courtyard." Ning Yan paused, coughed a few more times, this body was too weak, and he spoke with a panting, "I understand your feelings." When I'm better, I'll help you get transferred to the eastern hospitals. ”

Qing'er looked at Zheng Ling in a daze. "Miss is joking."

"Think about it, you wouldn't be able to get out of this small courtyard without my help. It's just that this time is going to bother you to take care of it a lot. I'll help you. But if I die now, which house will want a dead man's maid? I'm afraid that the rough maid will not be able to do it properly by then. Ning Yan coughed a few more times.

"Anything else?"

"You go down first. Think about what I said. Just help me decoction the medicine. ”

"Got it." Qing'er frowned slightly, and walked out of the house.

I hope she can figure it out, and she can be good if I'm good. Ning Yan leaned on the bed, coughing violently, his hand clutched the quilt tightly, and the whole feeling of coughing out, these days must be well conditioned, otherwise lying on the bed like a waste all day long, it is better to be that soul. I don't know how long I will be possessed, I know a lot of things after that, how should I choose, Zheng Wan, what should I do? The hand couldn't help touching the neck, and the jade pendant was still there. Touching the jade pendant, my heart calmed down a lot.

The top priority is to take care of your body. Ning Yan slowly lay down.