||->-> Chapter 76 of the text before life

After the book was picked up, Ding Ermiao and Li Weinian returned to the front hall of the ghost mansion and sat down. However, Yan Luzhu saluted carefully for a few weeks, and bent down again to salute and greet a few times.

Tie Zhu held a few cups of tea, the fragrance was fragrant, Ding Ermiao was worried that there was fraud in it, so he didn't dare to drink it. Li Weinian has always been open-minded, and he drank it when he picked it up, without doubt.

"Now you can speak, Miss Midorizu. However, Confucius should try to be as brief as possible, and when I hear a long story, I will doze off. Ding Ermiao held the teacup and said with a smile.

If Mr. Ding is sleepy, he can also lie asleep. As long as the brother of the Li family is willing to listen to my troubles, Luzhu will be satisfied. Lu Zhu said in a crisp voice: "Of course, I still hope that Mr. Ding will listen to it together." ”

Li Weinian sat next to Ding Ermiao, he poked Ding Ermiao with his elbow, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes. Obviously, he also hopes that Ding Ermiao will be a quiet listener.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand: "Okay, I'll listen, you start quickly." ”

In the curling tea smoke, Lu Zhu said eloquently: "In this case, I will try to be as brief as possible." …… However, in order to ~Wan~book~bar~ novel wanshuba.com let Mr. Ding and his brother hear clearly, Lu Zhu told his story in the mouth of others. ”

"Understood, you mean, in the third person."

Ding Ermiao nodded in understanding. While regretting it in my heart, I knew that I should bring Wan Shugao over and let him sort it out, see if this story can be published on the Chinese network, and exchange it for a few broken silver flowers.

"During the Kangxi Dynasty, the saint was a young man and wanted to flatten the ...... of the three feudal domains" Luzhu began the text. But as soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao said: "Miss Luzhu, please try to use the vernacular." Although I understand what you said, I know that the Kangxi period is 1673, three hundred and forty years ago, but Li Weinian may not know; I also know that the three feudatories are Wu Sangui, Geng Jingzhong, and Shang Kexi, but Li Weinian does not necessarily know. Take care of it, they are rough soldiers. ”

This is not Ding Ermiao's bragging, as a disciple of Maoshan, he is indeed a treasure for the calculation and conversion of the perpetual calendar.

"Well, it's up to you." Luzhu began to tell the story in "human words", saying:

"In 1673, the then emperor Kangxi was young and vigorous, and he was ready to destroy several vassal kings in the south of Huaxia. Among them, the main object is Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi. The emperor was worried that the three kings would unite to rebel, so in the previous year, he had sent Zhu Guozhi as the governor of Yunnan to secretly monitor Wu Sangui's movements. In the spring of 1673, the emperor promoted Luzhu's father, Yan Kunju, to the secretary of Yunnan Salt Administration, and immediately rushed to Yunnan to assist Zhu Guozhi and monitor Wu Sangui together. ”

Ding Ermiao nodded slightly, speaking like this, it sounds pleasing to the ear. Looking at Li Weinian again, he was also nodding, indicating that he understood.

Luzhu's mother has long since died, and his father Yan Kunju can't bear to keep his only beloved daughter away from his knees, so he simply went to Yunnan with the whole family and set off to the south with Luzhu. Along the way, there were only three mule carts, seven or eight household servants, and Miss Luzhu only brought one maid. Sleeping in the open air, resting at night, trekking in the mountains and rivers, it seems that in a few days, we will arrive at the boundary of Yunnan. ”

After a breath, Green Bead continued:

"On this day, we got up early, everyone had breakfast, and we were packing up our mule cart luggage at the roadside inn, ready to hurry up as soon as possible. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and two tall horses galloped up. The riders on the horse walked around the front and back of the inn, and one of them said to himself, 'The green mountains and green waters, the willows and the flowers are bright!' Haha...... then laughed three times and left. ”

Hearing this, Ding Ermiao and Li Weinian glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts, these two guys who came on horseback must not be good people! But it's not good to ask, continue to listen to Luzhu's story.

Miss Luzhu heard strange things in the mule cart, so she lifted the curtain and looked out. However, the road was dusty, but the figures of the two horsemen just now were gone. Luzhu was surprised, when she suddenly heard someone laughing: 'What a beautiful girl! Miss Luzhu hurriedly turned her head to look, but it was a young student, dressed in a collared green shirt, riding a black horse, slowly coming from the post road, her eyes were bright, looking at Luzhu. ”

Although it was through the curtain, Ding Ermiao peeked and could still see Luzhu's face, and when she said this, her cheeks had a shy and happy smile. It seems that the dark horse boy who came behind this is the prince charming of Luzhu's previous life.

Li Weinian was not as smart as Ding Ermiao, so he asked casually: "Sister Luzhu, this descendant who rode a dark horse, and the two in front of him, are a gang of bad guys?" ”

"Brother, don't be impatient, listen to the little sister." Lu Zhu smiled sadly and continued:

Seeing that the green clothes were speechless, and there was a frivolous tone in his tone, Lu Zhu couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly put down the curtain. At this time, everyone is also finished and is about to hit the road. The old butler whispered to the old man, "Master, as the saying goes, there are three points of danger in sailing and running horses. Seeing that the passers-by just now are a little strange, we have to be careful all the way. ’

The old man Yan Kunju was well-informed, and he also felt strange in his heart, but he comforted: "Mashan is about to enter the territory of Yunnan, and the king of Pingxi is powerful in the southwest, and the law is strict, and he will never allow robbers to run amok?" Don't worry, old housekeeper. ’

So the group walked in a hurry, but the young man followed closely behind, unhurried. Luzhu's personal servant said, "Miss, I don't think that future life is a good person. The green bead was silent. Staying at an inn that night, the junior also stayed at an inn. The next day, the descendants became even more intense, riding a horse, that is, not far from the mule cart of the green beads, or in front or behind, in short, only a few steps away. ”

Li Weinian slapped the table and said indignantly: "This future life must not be a good person." I only hate that I was born three hundred and forty years late, and I can't protect the green bead girl! ”

Damn, it's too deep into the play, right? Ding Ermiao turned his head to look at Li Weinian, only to see that his expression was sincere and unpretentious.

Luzhu got up and bowed: "There is a brother who said this, although the little sister and the little sister have no regrets even if they die, they have no regret......s" Later, she choked up.

Ding Ermiao hurriedly interrupted their brother and sister's tiredness, and let Lu Zhu continue to tell the story. Somehow, he didn't like to listen to stories, but now he thinks that the past life of Lu Zhu is also worth listening to.

Green beads wiped her tears, stabilized her mind, and continued:

Miss Luzhu was inevitably a little angry when she saw this recklessness, but because of her status as a young lady in the boudoir, she naturally couldn't open her mouth to insult. But her maid did not care about this, and then took out a piece of silk cloth, took the rouge and wrote a line crookedly: 'What a big heel', and then carried it with a horsewhip and stuck it in the canopy. Looking at that posterity again, he was not angry, he was still smiling. The maid felt that she had taken advantage of it, and talked to the young lady, and the two of them laughed in the car. Suddenly, I heard a soft snap, and then I looked at the horsewhip, which somehow had been broken, and the yellow silk cloth on which I wrote was also gone with the wind. The latter still followed the car, with a calm and leisurely face. ”