At three o'clock on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the depths of the painting screen alley in the south of the palace in Datongcheng, and in the east wind alley in the west, there were screams at the same time.

Yuwen Changkong did not enjoy the treatment of "hanging up and beating". When the group returned to the house, before the little servants had closed the door tightly, his father Yu Wenxing picked up his back collar and began to kick it violently. Changkong's entire body hung in the air, like a hanged ghost on a plane tree, kicked and beaten by his father. Daddy, old mother, a bunch of people, hulala followed behind to plead, and did not discern the direction, until they walked to the front and found that Yu Wenxing carried his son to the door of the firewood room.

"Take a big stick, boil boiling water, whoever says one more word, the same as him!" Yu Wenxing's eyes were red, and he just wanted to cook Changkong alive at the moment, but after he finished saying this, because of the kung fu of turning back, he suddenly saw a small figure, with exquisite hair, and he kept silent, and followed everyone here - white.

She wouldn't cry, her cheeks bulging, her throat and chest heaving together, her eyes full of despair. When her eyes met her adoptive father's eyes, she was in a hurry and called out "Daddy", "wow" and spit out.

Yu Wenxing threw his son to the ground and rushed over to save his daughter. The little hand in white was blocking in front of him, and he staggered back, completely lacking the handsomeness of beating Hou Cong just now, like a frightened little beast, and finally said something in his mouth: "Don't beat my brother." As soon as she had finished speaking, she stepped on something in the night and sat down on the ground, her hands still waving, not letting anyone come closer. Changkong was just afraid of the next "torture", but now he saw that his sister had become like this for himself, and he was so sad that he couldn't scream, and he whimpered and cried.

Yu Wenxing's nose was sour, he stopped, and slowly squatted down towards his daughter, like coaxing a little beast: "Good in white, don't be afraid, Daddy is punishing my brother, not you." Daddy wasn't angry with you in the slightest. Never be mad at you. ”

"Daddy, don't come here, I threw up, dirty."

Yuwen Changkong, who was hurting his buttocks and legs, really hurt his sister on the one hand, and on the other hand, he stumbled to his sister in order to show his father for acting, startled Bai Yi, and took out a big handkerchief to wipe his sister, "Daddy, because I was naughty, I angered you and scared my sister, do you think I dare?" Don't dare anymore! Even if the monkey on the mountain becomes a jing, break my mouth and let me say another word to Hou Cong", he saw the anger in his father's eyes rising again, and quickly changed his words, "Oh, my son is wrong, offend the eldest prince again, don't say that I went into the firewood room, took boiling water and scalded me, roasted me into jerky, and then threw it into the pool to feed the king, I didn't say a word!" ”

"Alas", Yu Wenxing looked up to the sky and sighed. The old mothers and dads, seeing the opportunity, put forward several plans for "bathing and changing clothes for the young master", which were disorganized, and for a while the master could not hear or distinguish clearly, and he actually mixed up the matter. An hour later, Changkong, who had always been stinky, endured the pain of bruises on his body, finished bathing and changing, turned into a fragrant child, and pulled his equally fragrant sister to sit on the roof of the back garden to watch the moon.

"Baiyi, are you homesick? Want Gangnam? Changkong asked his sister while wiping her hair. Under the attic, the four old mothers saw that Yu Wenxing was also coming, and nodded to each other, inconvenient to speak, knowing that the father was worried about his son and daughter after all, and they all overheard.

Bai Yi looked at the big Tongcheng in front of him, the moon was as cool as water, the wind was fine like a dream, the neat houses were lined up one by one, overlapping and overlapping, and the occasional ups and downs were the two-story small buildings of merchants, or the three-story boudoirs of large families, all bathed in the moonlight, motionless, stretching to the Fenghe River, sparkling, and going for thousands of miles. I don't know whose horseshoe under the eaves sings softly in the wind, waking up the flowers that are still blooming in the rich and noble, and the fragrance that is about to drift away is leisurely. In the desolation, there is some confusion. It seems that the world is vast and has never changed, up and down for thousands of years, and it has been opened up in an instant.

"Do you want to? Why don't you speak? Are you cold? Changkong asked again. What are you looking at? My brother said, "If you want the moon, I will take it off for you." However, not only did my brother not give you anything, but he also made you fight, are you angry? ”

Bai Yi looked at his brother and shook his head, "No." I'm willing to help my brother fight. ”

As soon as she said this, Yu Wenxing downstairs heard it, and was angry and stunned. Angry, Changkong, a naughty seed, brought his sister like this; Shockingly, Bai Yi is really a good boy, although it is wrong, but he always stands on his brother's side. Brother and sister have a deep relationship, how can a father's heart not be moved?

"The white clothes are so good to me." Changkong has no heart or lungs, but he is not as moved as his father, as if everything is taken for granted. "But my sister is really powerful, I practiced martial arts at the age of five, and I still can't get up to it. You came to your home last year and only learned from Master, why are you so powerful? ”

Bai Yi shook his head, "I didn't learn it at home." Brother, you don't know, outside the death row, when the killer wanted to kill the uncle of the Qin family, it was a similar day as today, but it was raining in the south. From the time he appeared to our father saving me from him, it was so slow for a moment. My soul was frightened out, as if I was on the side, watching him move at once, as if I could see the blood flowing on his body, and the murderous malice was floating. Every move he makes, no, even his thoughts, I seem to have seen it and understood it. I think he was my first master. ”

"Baiyi, don't think about your father and mother, do you have me?" Changkong was afraid that his sister would be sad, so he immediately comforted him.

The nurse downstairs whispered: "No matter what, it's really good for my sister." This is said to Yu Wenxing, which means "Although naughty is naughty, it is always good." Yu Wenxing listened, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

Bai Yi didn't pick up her brother's stubble, she was full of curiosity about Hou Cong. "Brother, where are the fathers and mothers of the eldest son of the Hou family?"

"Dead," Changkong replied, collecting gossip from Datong and even the whole country was his specialty. "His father died on the battlefield, and his mother was martyred. By the way, Baiyi, do you know what martyrdom is? ”

Changkong was continuing to teach his bad sister, and his father, who was directly activated and flew up sideways, slapped his head on the head, and Venus appeared in front of him, and the gossip about the Hou Mansion ended here. That night, Bai Yi slept on the bed of Nuoda, thinking about the coolness of Hou Cong's clothes touching himself, thinking about the moon reflected in his black eyes, and the strange fragrance on his body, and feeling that the young man was so lonely.

The Hou Mansion is a different scene. A good banquet ended with the newly promoted general Wuwei crying and "calling Dad" and the guests laughing, which is not absurd. Fortunately, Yu Wenxing could speak, and his subordinates gave face again, and the laughter quickly stopped, and the words in the circle were spoken for a while, and people withdrew one after another. But the hearts of General Hou and his wife have been hanging, because Hou Cong, the precious grandson who has always been cold and arrogant, locked himself in the bedroom, and the father did not let him in, nor did the imperial doctor let him in, and he opened his throat and cried bitterly. I don't know what I dropped, but I heard a clanging sound.

"Cong'er can't be crazy, right?" General Hou asked his wife.

"You're crazy!" The old woman almost didn't spit in her husband's face. "Who can endure this humiliation? Cong'er is just a child. It's you, it's all your fault! ”

"What's the matter with me! How do you blame me?! ”

"Don't blame you, do you blame me? So who do you blame? You say! ”

While the two in-laws quarreled, Hou Cong's bedroom was a mess. What can be torn is torn, what can be burned is burned, and what can be dropped, all are broken. He felt a wave of dizziness, a tightness in his chest, and all in front of him were the cold eyes of the dead girl, and the black mole deep in his jaw. He felt that his jaw was also itchy, and when he reached out to touch it, a large mouthful of fishy breath gushed out and spit out.

The subordinates finally found an opportunity to break in and clean up the mess. Mrs. Hou cried and hugged Hou Cong, who was like an ice sculpture, and cried until the second half of the night. Suddenly, I heard something from my precious grandson.

"Cong'er, what did you say? What do you want? You talk to your grandmother. Grandmother is all for you. ”

"This is the last time I cry." Hou Cong's fists were clenched tightly, "I won't forget the shame of being defeated by a woman." ”

Having said that, the "heart disease" doesn't seem to be good. Hou Congjue didn't sleep, just took a shower blankly, let the whole family buy new things in the bedroom for him, and hid in the tool room. - It was left by my father. His father was an expert in sappers and taught Hou Cong a lot of crafts. You can say that Hou Cong is crazy, or you can say that he has participated in Zen and enlightenment, he was locked up in the tool room for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking, and he only thought about one person in his heart: white clothes.

He thought about her eyes, buns, lips, beautiful Qiong Yao nose, slightly long apricot eyes, fists on his face, itchy black moles, the weight of straddles his waist, and her white and tender neck, which he carved and assembled, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

Early in the morning of the third day, the old man Huang was pleasantly surprised to wait for the door of the tool room to open. Hou Cong came out, his eyes were no longer sloppy, they were as black as ink in the autumn wind, and his cheeks were thin and pale like jade. He was holding a puppet doll nearly a foot tall. It's exactly the same as that terrible girl on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Old man Huang kicked his son and asked him to inform the old lady, and at the same time greeted him, "Morning, eldest son." This doll - this, isn't this the white-clothed lady of the Yuwen family? ”

Hou Cong looked down at the doll, looked at Old Man Huang and smiled. This smile was eerie and poisonous, which scared Old Man Huang into trembling. Old man Huang's son ran back at this time.

"How did you get back? Reported to the old lady? ”

"It was the old lady who asked me to come, eldest son, change your clothes quickly, and the emperor will announce your entry into the palace."

Although Hou Cong was holding the weird doll, the scary smile on his face was put away, and the whole person returned to solemnity and indifference. He walked towards the front yard and asked his brother Qingsong, "What's wrong?" ”

"I inquired, it has something to do with the sound of the dragon on the Mid-Autumn Festival."