Jiang Yan is a stalk, it makes sense, what's going on?

But Weixiu, your bearded cake is not round at all, and at first glance, it is not made by the one we often go to in the east of the city.

If such bread is sold, I am afraid that it will be beaten!

However, Jiang Yanzhi didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of being beaten.

After Min Weixiu finished painting, she touched her little belly and frowned.

"What's wrong, but my stomach hurts?" Jiang Yanzhi hurriedly walked over and put his hand on Min Weixiu's stomach.

Min Weixiu shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little swollen, maybe it's coming to Kwai Shui." It doesn't matter, let's find a way out sooner, maybe we can still eat a morning meal. ”

Jiang Yanzhi nodded, took Min Weixiu's hand, and the two of them took the torch and walked towards the road.

The surroundings are quiet, you can't see your head in front, you can't see the road behind, and the gap is so narrow that people can't breathe. It was dark inside, and they didn't know the day or the night, and they didn't know how long they had been walking inside.

Jiang Yanzhi felt that if he was the only one here, he would go crazy.

"Weixiu, let me hum a little song for you." Jiang Yanzhi said.

Min Weixiu's pace slowed down, "I really didn't expect it, Jiang Yanzhi, your little song is humming quite well, and the tune is also very fresh, it's the first time I've heard it." ”

Jiang Yanzhi's face was a little dark, "It's not me humming, I haven't had time to hum before the song sounds." ”

The hairs on Min Weixiu's back stood up all of a sudden, in this ghost place, only she and Jiang Yanzhi were panting, she didn't hum, Jiang Yanzhi didn't hum, so who is humming?

She tightened the mace in her hand, got closer to Jiang Yanzhi, and whispered, "Take a closer look, where is the ghost?" Watch me beat him to the ground! ”

They don't know each other well, who knows what kind of awesome the hell this is! She didn't have cow tears, and she couldn't see where the ghost was!

Before Jiang Yanzhi could speak, a voice sounded, "Huh, I'll sing to you, you want to beat me to death, what a wolf's heart!" Brother Wei Jin is a liar, he said that the three kings are good people...... But the good guy is surrounded by a woman who is more vicious than a ghost! ”

Min Weixiu was almost annoyed by him, "Hey, three kings, your ghost brother arranged a good errand for you!" ”

Simply so! They all fell into the cracks in the ground, and there were still cases waiting for them...... It also makes people live!

It's the flower girls in the green building, and you can take a break in the daytime!

Jiang Yan's case, it is simply black and white day and night.

Jiang Yanzhi rubbed his eyes, "You are Jian Ning, aren't you the son of Jian's privy envoy, Jian Sanlang?" How did you die? No, when I got married to Weixiu, you went to give a gift......"

"I'm Janing, do you know me? No way, I've been dead for three years, and I've never seen you before! Do you look so young, and you've been married for three years? Pity me when I died, I didn't get married, I didn't even use the five-fingered girl......"

Jiang Yanzhi coughed, what a strange ghost this is!

I'm still thinking about the five-fingered girl when I'm dead, and I'm not afraid that I'll die again......

Min Weixiu pulled Jiang Yanzhi's sleeve and blinked, she was not mistaken, in the narrow corridor, there was indeed a young man wearing a short shirt and clogs, his eyes were big peach blossom eyes, he looked quite frivolous, and he didn't look like a clean person.

"How can I see ghosts?" Min Weixiu pulled Jiang Yanzhi's sleeve.

Jian Ning seemed to be a little afraid of Min Weixiu, and shrank next to the stone wall, "It was Brother Wei Jin who helped me, he said that you have a lot of evil spirits, if you can't see me, if you are not careful, you will destroy me......"

Min Weixiu is a little embarrassed, so what kind of murderous reputation has spread in the ghost circle......

People are afraid, ghosts are worried?

Jian Ning had obviously been here for a long time, and after taking a few steps forward with the two of them, he found a slightly larger clearing, "That's my bones, and I don't know how I became a ghost." I've been staying here and I'm not afraid to go anywhere. When you're bored, sing a song. Do those singers still sing Queqiao Fairy now? What's new? ”

Jiang Yanzhi looked at him quite complicatedly, "I have been married to Weixiu for less than a year. In Kaifeng Mansion, there is also a Jian Sanlang, who has already married and won the Jinshi. ”

This Jian Sanlang, three years ago, could be called a famous big man in Kaifeng Mansion.

His father was a Privy Councillor, who presided over the Privy Council, and was a great man who stood shoulder to shoulder with the Prime Minister. Jane's privy envoy gave birth to a total of three sons, and Da Lang and Erlang were very fond of him, and his temperament was old-fashioned and square, and he even took the Jinshi examination, which was just right.

The Jian family has been scholarly for generations, a three-jinshi, and it is said to be a hot family. But the Jane family's family style is arrogant, stable, and they don't do anything out of the ordinary. To put it nicely, it's steady, and to put it mildly, it's just that there's no enterprising spirit.

Until this family, there was a Jian Saburo.

Jian Saburo is simply the opposite of Jane's family.

He was born with a romantic Wei and Jin Dynasty, and what he is best at is writing small songs, how many Qinlou Chu Pavilion spend a lot of money, just to beg him for a song, and what he is best at is Queqiao Immortal.

He is brilliant in writing, but he never writes about the imperial examination, and his favorite thing is to ride a small donkey, wear Xie Gong clogs, and travel the mountains and rivers again.

Jane's privy envoy said that he would not give him money, and see how he wasted!

But a small song is enough to spend half a lifetime! Even if there is no money, those flower girls would rather pay upside down, but they also want Bo Jian Saburo to smile......

Until one day three years ago, Jian Saburo returned from a long trip, Feng Pen no longer wrote songs, and the next year he was admitted to the Jinshi exam, and he became the same as the rest of the Jian family.

Up to now, when those leading ladies sing Queqiao Immortal, they often sigh that there is Jian Ning in the world, but there is no San Lang.

"I see. My father and my mother didn't recognize me, and they didn't recognize me. ”

"I'll sing you a tune, it's my new composition, it's good, but it's a pity that there is no flute or piano here."

Jian Ning's voice was very good, as if it was going to penetrate the cracks in the ground and float all the way to the capital.

It's a pity that I often listen to the two people in front of me, which is called playing the piano to the cow.

"Tell me how you died, right? Looking at your expression, you should know who that Jian Saburo in the capital is now. ”

Jian Ning's voice stopped abruptly.

He's now completely starting to doubt himself, in fact, he sings hard to hear, right?

Otherwise, why would the three princesses beat him to the ground when they heard it.

When the three kings heard this, they turned a deaf ear and asked him how he died.

The male ghost scratched his head, "I don't actually know how I died......"