Zhou Mushu is a poor student, but he lives up to his name, there are few other things at home that can be dispelled except books, and he entered the alley with medicinal herbs, only to find that the sun had set in the west, and wiped the sweat on his head a little, but suddenly stopped. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The entrance of the alley was originally a Rongchang teahouse, and there were often seven, seven, eight or eight old people staying together, chatting about the past of the Qing Dynasty, and their former ups and downs, but now they have been replaced with a brand-new plaque, with three words written in gold on a blue background: Ding Yan Zhai.

The two pots of Fugui trees that had been stored for many years had been removed, and along with the old cupboards and tea bowls, they were loaded on a mule-drawn cart and were waiting at the door.

Now the situation is turbulent, and so are the guild merchants in the capital, Zhou Mushu has long been accustomed to this scene, shaking his head a little pity for a flash, and then walked to the house, bypassing the two stone arches, in front of a slightly crowded and dilapidated courtyard in the corner, the fragrance of food has already wafted out.

"Mother, I'm back." Zhou Mushu put down the yellow cloth bag on his body, and was just about to go to the kitchen to decoct the medicine, but found that there was already a figure he was very familiar with in the yard, occupying his small bamboo chair and huddled into a ball, eating rice particles everywhere, causing the hen to wander around beside him, and from time to time to raise his eyes to see what was in his bowl.

Zhou Mushu stood, a nameless anger came from somewhere in his heart, and when he went up, he grabbed the kid who was eating and yelled, "Gu Xianzhi, do you eat like this?" ”

"Yo, Mr. Zhou is back." Gu Xianzhi put down the bowl, rubbed the corners of his mouth, and pointed to the red and spicy piece in a small ceramic bowl on the table, and answered the wrong question, "Old tofu, Aunt Zhou is virtuous, much more authentic than the old lady in my family." ”

"Come on, you." Zhou Mushu rolled his eyes, pulled over a bench and sat down, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Where is my mother?" And also... I'm going there today, didn't you tell my mom, did you? ”

Gu Xianzhi winked at him, put the chopsticks in his mouth, and suddenly kicked on his bench leg, Zhou Mushu was stunned suddenly, and it took three or two turns to stabilize, and he lowered his voice angrily, "What are you doing?" Are you murdering? ”

"Heh, you still know this stubble?" Gu Xianzhi sandwiched another piece of tofu and sneered, "I shouted you like that at the mouth of the alley, did you kid let go of a fart?" Can you drop a piece of meat when you say back? ”

Zhou Mushu reached out and hugged the old hen that "clucked" and stroked it twice, sighing, "It's hard to say, it's not like I've met a girl." ”

"Girl?" Gu Xianzhi was interested, Kangren Middle School was a boys' school, and what he lacked the most was girls, so he moved his small chair and looked around, "Don't worry, your mother went to Aunt Li's house to weave, tell your buddies what's going on?" ”

"Take your hara, you're eleven or twelve years old." Zhou Mushu said in disgust.

"Cut, then you say that the child will not have it." Gu Xianzhi was disappointed and continued to grill rice.

Zhou Mushu was dumbfounded, and suddenly shook his head again, he really wanted to say that he was a child, but the words became a girl, not for anything else, just because the child always made him uncomfortable inexplicably, and this discomfort did not come from appearance or anything else, but a feeling of old decay, like a bright paulownia chair, but it has been rotted by termites, and it will collapse if you sit on it a little.

Although in front of him, the girl was innocent, that feeling still passed through the shell and was naked in front of him, if it weren't for the twenty oceans, he would even walk around this girl.

"What's the daze, tell me, people and children still let you ignore me?" Gu Xianzhi threw two grains of rice to the old hen, he was already familiar with the Zhou family, and the caterpillars on the vegetable leaves were all good looks for him, so naturally he couldn't treat the old hen badly, "My father didn't let me get close to that place, you actually walked in like this, tsk." ”

Zhou Mushu came back to his senses and said busily, "People asked me to send something to the side gate of Rongbeile Mansion, give me some running expenses, and said that I should do it as soon as possible, and don't talk to anyone along the way." ”

"Poof-" Gu Xianzhi trembled three times, a mouthful of water squirted out, spraying everywhere, his face was frightened, his originally handsome facial features were huddled together, and he said incredulously, "You actually went to Rongbeile Mansion?" Who gave you the guts? ”

"What's going on there?" Zhou Mushu was puzzled by his reaction, and touched the frightened old hen distressedly, "All of them are mysterious." ”

"You don't know?" Gu Xianzhi was even more stunned, "The school is crazy, and they all say that there is something there to be a demon." ”

Zhou Mushu has never liked to listen to the words of these ghosts and gods on the streets, but Gu Xianzhi's words actually made him feel a little chill down his spine, and he was stupid for a moment.

Rong Beile Mansion was not called Rong Beile Mansion before, the name was given by Aixin Jueluo Jiaqin, called Chengjun Wangfu, and later Chengjun Wang's body died, and his family moved, moved and moved, this mansion did not know how many years it had been washed in the alley, how many wars it avoided, and the stone lion was ground into a bald lion, and it was only when Emperor Guangxu sent such an old smoking gun here and was named Dorobelle.

Rong Belle stained the royal relatives, naturally refused to let go of this opportunity to stain the light, no matter whether to go to the court or not, all day long wearing the four-clawed python robe all over the street, holding a cigarette gun, who saw him not kneeling, a pole knocked down, the other Rong Belle lost his wife in his early years, he stared at the girl nearby, people say better, Rong Belle is amorous, ugly, is lustful.

Sixteen-year-old Tong Jinlan, the third lady of the candle shop, became a sparrow on the muzzle, and after some entanglement, a dark sedan chair carried her into the vermilion side door of Muli Hutong and became a concubine with a low status.

In the early stage, this delicious and easy to wear, Rong Belle was naturally everywhere by her, and the spacious courtyard behind the side door was also given to her, and the jewelry was sent non-stop, Tong Jinlan naturally began to cry and couldn't obey, but after a long time, Tong Jinlan actually accepted her fate in tenderness like underwater, An An served the Belle master who was more than 20 years older than her, and she was also content and blessed, she was the eldest in the family, and the first brother and sister were better than her, and now she climbed into this royal courtyard, even if she was a concubine, it was considered a façade to win glory.

I don't know if her mood has changed, and her luck is good, when she was twenty-two years old, she was very competitive to conceive a child, and gave birth to a son in her yard the next winter, named Hengqi.

Rong Belle has eight daughters, all of whom have grown up, and even let him hug his grandson, thinking that there was no queen, but he had a son when he was nearly half a hundred years old, and the joy can be imagined, Tong Jinlan's status was also raised overnight in this small Baylor Mansion, and everyone respected her as "Mrs. Jinlan" at that time.

But the sudden arrival of this son is destined to be a variable, there is a night vigil in the Baylor Mansion house named Wang Da, who lives in the low house on the side of the courtyard of Mrs. Jinlan, late one night, Wang Da came back in the cold wind, frozen like a sieve, and was trotting past Mrs. Jinlan's courtyard, and suddenly heard the courtyard gate, the little boy of Rongbeile Mansion cried non-stop, and the voice was panting, not like a milk doll, but like an old man with asthma in the twilight.

Wang Da is an understanding person, next to the door to listen for a while, this milk doll cried non-stop, but there was no personal comfort for a long time, and he estimated that it was this Mrs. Jinlan who fell asleep and never heard it, and thought that he had not made any big money for so many years, if he saved the life of this little ancestor, would he not become the life-saving benefactor of this Rongbeile Mansion?

Thinking of this, Wang Da Dazi also strengthened a little, quietly leaned on the carved door to see what the situation was, as the doll's voice cried louder and louder, Wang Da suddenly realized that something was wrong, just this far away, the room was dark, and when he looked closer, he saw that the window paper with ice flowers faintly oozing a little yellow-green light.

Isn't it already being viewed? Wang Da asked himself, but he didn't hear the sound, and after thinking about it, and the doll's crying became more and more dull, Wang Da finally decided to look inside.

At the moment when his finger pierced the window paper, Wang Da saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

There was a lamp lit in the room, and there was a person standing in front of the lamp, with a long braid around his neck, and a casually draped gown, facing away from him, this figure was not terrible, because he knew this person, it was the old eunuch of the Rongbeile Mansion, named He An, but what made him scared was the picture in front of He An.

A sandalwood table, at the end of which was a blue and white plate that Rong Beile gave to Mrs. Jinlan a few days ago, the plate was not big or small, just enough for the little prince of Hengqi to lie full, and the reason why this Hengqi was crying was because half of his arm had disappeared, and there were still a few pieces of blood-stained minced meat on the plate.

Mrs. Jinlan sat at the table, her posture was very elegant, she carefully held up those pieces of meat, put them in her mouth, and closed her eyes as if she was quite satisfied and chewed carefully, not like human flesh but like delicacies from the mountains and seas, but no matter how elegant she was, the baby's fresh blood couldn't stop flowing from the corners of her mouth, dyeing the lake-green nightgown.

Wang Da didn't leave, he didn't want to, he just stopped at the door as if he was frozen, obviously it was a cold winter wax moon, but his padded jacket had been soaked with sweat, sticking to his body, as if he was going to suffocate him to death, the next second, this big man who had passed the year of confusion actually cried out, countless lines of turbid tears crawled all over his face, but he couldn't cry.

Because he could clearly see that Madame Jinlan turned her face slowly towards him, but it was not what a normal human could do, her legs were still sitting on the stool, and a pair of delicate embroidered shoes did not even move, but her upper body was completely twisted, as if the upper and lower parts of her body were not alone, and she was chewing and smiling at him.

She is very beautiful, but it is creepy at the moment, because the smile has no trace of emotion, as if she is desperately trying to hook the corners of her mouth, and the other facial features have not changed.

This reminded Wang Da of the legendary female ghost who painted skin, and then he cried even more, even the feces and urine had flowed all over his legs, but he couldn't move anyway, he couldn't even tremble, he could only lie on the door in a ridiculous posture, and he could only watch Mrs. Jinlan get up slowly, with a stiff smile, and walked towards him with all kinds of amorousness, and that Hengqi had stopped crying, and He An was still standing there, one old and one young, as if he was out of breath.

Wang Da thought of his home, his wife and children, and finally closed his eyes in despair, but suddenly heard two slight shouts accompanied by a familiar voice slowly sounded, and passed by the door at once, "At the end of the day, go to bed early and get up early, take care of your body." ”

The morning fog in the alley gathered, the sound of chickens and dogs gradually rose, Wang Da picked up the edge of the door, and finally rolled his eyes and fell softly.