The dazzling white light lasted for a long time, and it was hard for the eyes to adjust to the light. Feng Ping, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, found himself lying on the grass, the sun was hanging, and the clothes on his body turned into satin robes. Feng Ping didn't panic much, he actually touched the texture of his clothes for the first time, thinking that it was a valuable item at a glance, and subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, only to find that there were no pockets on this robe. I touched a huge jade pendant on my waist, "It's a good product again," Feng Ping sighed in his heart. I saw a huge seal engraved on the white jade pendant of Cirrus Cloud, and a pyramid-like shape composed of six rectangles, with an eye in the middle, which may be a special mark of this family.

Finally came out of the mentality of sighing for a second to get rich, and began to look at the surrounding environment. Lying in a flat meadow, not far from the forest, surrounded on three sides, and the mountains in the distance, it seems that this meadow has been artificially mined. On the back is a separate courtyard, the courtyard is very large, obviously a large family, but this seems to be a wilderness place, just this large family is inevitably a little strange. Feng Ping was not afraid, he got up and walked to the courtyard with a big grin.

The courtyard was facing away from the grass, and when I walked to the small door at the back, I was about to knock on the door, and I saw that the door slowly opened from the inside, and a girl with a maid's head walked out timidly, and shouted that the young master was standing there without moving.

This made Feng Ping quite surprised, and looked at the girl. Bai Jingjing's goose egg face, two bright big eyes looked down at the ground, a little shy. The head is coiled with the maid's bun, and the hairpin is not a valuable commodity but it looks quite exquisite, wearing a light green dress. "Even the maids of the big families are exquisite." While sighing, he pondered how to respond.

The girl in green looked at Feng Ping and didn't move, thinking that the young master was in a daze again, so she didn't bother. The two of them stood for a while with their own thoughts, until a dog barked, and a huge Tibetan mastiff rushed towards Feng Ping from the yard with its tongue in hand, moving quickly and mightily. Feng Ping was just about to block, but Dusk thought that there was no guy on him, so he could only raise his arms horizontally in the hope that he could resist. Who knew that in an instant, he had been pounced on by the big dog like a calf, and he closed his eyes and was ready to wait for the next attack, but he didn't want the big dog to just lick his face with his big wet tongue, but it looked quite affectionate. The maid was also startled, and finally reacted, and hurriedly tore the big dog off Feng Ping's body, but her small body didn't seem to be as powerful as the big dog, and pushing for a long time had no effect.

Feng Ping finally got up, and finally decided to figure it all out first. "What's your name?" What day is it? Where is this? Am I your young master? ”

"Young Master, are you suffering from hysteria again?"

"Again? Did I do this a lot? ”

"Young Master, what do you remember this time? Did you know that this is the Feng family? ”

"I don't remember anything."

The maid seemed to sigh and said, "Young master, your name is Feng Ping, and you are the eldest son and grandson of our Feng family. This is the courtyard of the Feng family under Huashan, you see, that is the north peak of Huashan. At the beginning, the old man wanted to build the courtyard in the south of Huashan, and you said that the feng shui there was not good, and then you chose the northeast. Today is July 15, the slave maid is called Lu Ying, and you usually call me Ying'er. This big dog's name is Wangcai, he grew up with you since he was a child, and he gave him his name. You have been suffering from hysteria since you were a child, you will often be alone in a daze, and when you commit a crime, you will forget things. And in recent years, your hysteria seems to have gotten worse and worse, and you often don't remember anything. ”

"My name is still Feng Ping? Forehead. What about my father? ”

"Master, they are in the Jinyang clan, you have been 12 years old, every year you will choose to come to this courtyard in Huashan in early July, and you will not go back until July 15, you are worried about you before, and they often come back together. This year, the old man passed away, and the family is ready to do nothing, so only you and a few servants are back together. ”

Listening to what Lu Ying said, Feng Ping's mind was like being full of paste, and he couldn't think of anything clearly. He habitually arched his left index finger and gave himself a few chestnuts, thinking that if he was dreaming, he should wake up, but his head hurt and nothing changed.

Lu Ying saw that the young master was knocking on his head again, and hurriedly ran up to hold the young master's hand.

"Young master, don't worry, it's okay. After so many years, you just always forget about things, and there will be no other problems. ”

The girl hugged Feng Ping's arm with both hands and hugged it tightly in her arms. Feeling the delicate body of the villain, it made Feng Pingxin, who was still a little boy in both worlds, feel uneasy. Suddenly I felt that my right hand was wet, and when I looked at it, I saw that Wangcai saw that he was in a daze again, and he was licking his palm with his head down. touched Wangcai's head, and then dispelled those thoughts. He shook his head vigorously, and when he calmed down, he felt that his stomach seemed to be empty, so he ordered to prepare food, and slowly walked into this quaint courtyard.

"I'm sure I'm a rich boy!" Feng Ping, accompanied by Lu Ying, was familiar with the Huashan Courtyard of the Feng family. The yard is three in and three out, and it will be a price of tens of millions for future generations to just leave it there, not to mention the scenic scenery at the foot of Huashan Mountain. Blue brick glazed tiles, the white wall is spotless, there is a rockery in the middle of the courtyard, the stone is at least 6 meters high, the whole is conical, the stone surface is smooth, there are not many cracks, standing on the flat open space from a distance to see like a towering giant pillar, and like a steep peak, it is very distinctive. It's just that this stone is higher than the roof, which makes Feng Ping even more curious, with his half-hung feng shui knowledge, he also understands that this rockery can't be higher than the roof, otherwise it's unlucky, how could such a big family make such a mistake?

Luzhu watched the young master think about the rockery, thinking that the young master remembered something, and hurriedly reminded. "You don't know where you got the main stone of this rockery, it took a lot of effort to move it to the yard, Qi Bo said that the stone is too big, and it is pressed vertically, either to break one side or to lay it flat, but you don't agree, so you stand up. In fact, Ying'er thinks this is very good, and it has a lot of momentum. By the way, you must not remember, Qi Bo is the feng shui gentleman invited by the family, it is said that you can look at the mountains to find the dragon vein, and look at the earth and the yin house, which is very powerful. ”

Feng Ping looked at the huge rockery, and always felt that something was in his mind. But it seems to be separated by a veil, and I can't remember it vaguely. This feels like Feng Ping is about to go crazy. He felt that this stone must have been seen by himself, but he knew very well that he had been in Nanchang since he could remember, although he had also traveled all over the land of China in the past few years. But Feng Ping, who has always prided himself on being unforgettable, could not have seen such a distinctive stone without being impressed. This inconsistent feeling made him very anxious, and he wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but found that there was a pool of water around the main stone, and it was still alive and clear. While sighing at the delicacy of the big family, he picked up his trouser legs and prepared to wade through the water.

Just as he was about to take a step, he was pulled by Lu Ying.

"Young master, the cook said that the meal is ready, the slave maid will take you to eat first."

Looking at his rumbling belly, Feng Ping did not object, and followed Lu Ying through the courtyard, and finally came to a room, only to see seven or eight sumptuous meals and a pair of exquisite dishes and chopsticks on the huge round table. In line with the principle of food first, Feng Ping also sat down unceremoniously and feasted. After eating half full in one go, I found that Lu Ying was standing quietly on the side looking at herself. He beckoned to come and eat together.

"Ying'er is a maid, so she can't sit at the main table and eat. Young master, you eat first, Ying'er will eat later. Lu Ying replied with a smile as she refused. It's just that the expression is a little stiff, and the eyes still seem to be full of water.

Although Feng Ping is still a young man, he still has the eyesight to go south and north over the years. Looking at Ying'er's expression, he knew that something was wrong, and just as he was about to put down the dishes and chopsticks, he felt a pain in his stomach, and he felt that his stomach was entangled together. I couldn't sit still anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang, holding my stomach, sweating like rain.

Lu Ying slowly walked to Feng Ping's side, squatted down and gently pillowed his head on top of him, so that he could be comfortable, and said slowly: "Young master, I'm sorry." Ying'er really had no choice, they threatened the lives of Ying'er's parents, and I could only do it. Don't worry, I'll hang myself to accompany you when you go, but it's so painful for you to go, Ying'er... As he spoke, he cried, hugging Feng Ping while crying, it seemed that he was really sad.

Feng Ping didn't have time to sigh about this, he only felt that all his attention was focused on his lower abdomen. I don't know what to put in the meal, I feel that all the organs in my stomach are entangled together, and then keep twisting, it seems that it will break at any time, and he wants to die on the ground in pain, but he is unwilling, and finally holds a sentence out of his mouth: "Who?" “

Ying'er looked at the young master's pain and seemed to empathize, and when she heard the young master speak, she hurriedly stopped crying, and said with a sob: "The slave doesn't know who it is, Ying'er was caught by them last time she went out at dusk, and threatened Ying'er's parents. They were all dressed in black, with black scarves and masks, and Ying'er could tell from their buns and headdresses that they were not Han Chinese. They seem to know you very well, know your date of birth, your birthday, and even know that you have to go back to Huashan Courtyard every July 15, so they force me to watch you eat at noon on July 15, and you don't have to do anything else. There must still be people from them at home, and Ying'er didn't handle these meals, otherwise Ying'er wouldn't let you go so painfully. As he spoke, he began to cry bitterly again.

Feng Ping felt that this death was too much of a loss, and he became a ghost and didn't even know who to take revenge. Thinking about it, I felt that the pain in my abdomen seemed to be less, and I estimated that I had returned to the light, so I simply let go, lying in Lu Ying's arms, thinking that it should not be a loss to die in the arms of a beautiful maid, but it is really a pity that I have been a boy chicken for these two lives.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he listened to Lu Ying say: "The slave remembered that when they arrested me, there was a person who seemed to be called an elder, and he had a strange symbol on his wrist. It's kind of like the shape you drew when you were hysterical, it's the triangle you told me, but it's different. “

"Painting... Draw it for me. Feng Ping struggled, as if he had used his last bit of strength to spit out this sentence.

Lu Ying quickly got up and picked up the chopsticks on the table, dipped the soup and drew on the ground. Feng Ping tilted his head hard, wanting to see who the person who killed him was, he felt his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier, and his strength was slowly drifting away. He thought that death was what it felt like, and then it was a whirlwind, and there was no more feeling.