Situ Danfeng was supported by his grandson Xiahou Yan, and the group hurriedly went to the small courtyard where Xiahou Ying lived before his death.

"Old lady, don't worry!" Luo Qiyue, who was holding on the other side, opened her mouth to persuade, "Nine times out of ten, the little maid in Yingyatou's courtyard made a mistake, it's so dignified, how can Yingya's courtyard be haunted!" ”

However, as Luo Qiyue was talking, she suddenly heard a sound of the piano. The moment she heard the sound of the piano, Luo Qiyue's face suddenly froze.

"Grandmother, listen, there is really the sound of the piano!" Xiahou Yan looked at his grandmother in shock, with both surprise and surprise in his eyes. My sister died so suddenly, I didn't even have a chance to see each other for the last time. Now, Xiahou Yan has no fear in his heart, but he hopes that it is really his sister who is back, so as to give him a chance to say goodbye.

Hearing the sound of the piano, Situ Danfeng was also shocked, she didn't believe in any haunting, she just thought that there was a thief who took advantage of their Xiahou's family to hold a funeral and wanted to fish in troubled waters. She was angry in her heart, and wanted to catch the thief and scatter the fire herself, but she didn't want to, and before she entered the courtyard, she heard the familiar sound of the piano.

When everyone arrived at the Qiongying Pavilion where Xiahou Ying lived, there were already many people gathered at the gate of the courtyard. Most of these people were the envoys of the Qiongying Pavilion, and they were all wearing only underwear and cotton jackets, and they were standing outside the courtyard, obviously having fallen asleep, and hurriedly ran out.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiahou Yan grabbed a shivering little maid next to him and asked urgently.

"Return, go back to the eldest young master, the slave doesn't know what's going on. That's it...... Lady's room...... Suddenly, the voice of the eldest lady playing the piano was heard...... "This maid was first startled by the haunting, and then by Xiahou Yan's roar, she was already completely frightened, and she couldn't say anything."

It's no wonder that these subordinates are scared like this one by one, but whoever has served Xiahou Ying, who doesn't know that their young lady is the best at music, and her favorite thing to do on weekdays is to play the qin. Although these people have never learned to play the piano and compose, they have been exposed to it for a long time, although they may not be able to understand the artistic conception in the song, but it is not played by their own young lady, but they can still distinguish it.

Hearing the whispers of the people around him saying that it was Xiahou Ying's resurrection, the old lady Xiahou couldn't help but look at her grandson Xiahou Yan inquiringly.

Xiahou Yan was also a little uncertain in his heart at this time, although he was not afraid of ghosts, but rumors of haunting came out of the good end, which was really unfavorable to the Guogong Mansion. However, the familiar sound of the piano in his ears reminded Xiahou Yan at all times that the "ghost" in this was indeed his sister......

"Grandmother, you go outside later, and my grandson will go in and take a look." Xiahou Yan patted his grandmother's hand and said solemnly.

"Yan'er ......" Situ Danfeng originally wanted to stop his grandson from taking risks, but seeing his grandson's firm gaze, he finally gave up dissuading, after all, if it was really his granddaughter's soul, he would not do anything unfavorable to her eldest brother in the future.

Xiahou Yan lifted up his clothes and walked into the Qiongying Pavilion, walking straight towards the direction where the sound of the piano came from - the bedroom where Xiahou Ying lived.

Slowly pushed open the door, the sound of the piano became more real, Xiahou Yan looked for the sound of the piano and slowly walked into the room, in front of the piano case, a thin back appeared in front of Xiahou Yan.

The moment he saw that figure, Xiahou Yan's face couldn't help but turn cold, and he directly pulled out the saber on his waist, pointed at the back and said, "Who are you?!" ”