Nie Xiaoqian had an idea in her heart and decided to stay in Guobei County for a few days and write this novel.

Next, she went to the Youyou Painting Zhai not far from Siyizhai, which has its own golden house in the painting, and Yan Ruyu in the painting, a painting shop specializing in selling paintings.

The owner of Youyou Painting Zhai is a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf, with a dog skin ointment on his forehead, thief eyebrows, and two slivers under his nose, which is similar to the description of the painting stall owner Nie Xiaoqian saw in the movie.

In this society where the poor are not laughed at, it is normal for people to hate the poor and love the rich, but Nie Xiaoqian is not prepared to pay if he wants to take away his father's relics from him.

The owner's house was not here, and seeing that it was getting late at night and there was no business to visit, he closed the shop and prepared to go back to sleep.

At the moment when he locked the door and was about to turn away, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"This hellish weather, alas, is hot and cold, and it doesn't let people live in peace, and it doesn't let people live in peace."

The boss of the painting room sighed two sentences, not knowing that there was a ghost darkness in his painting room.

I've never heard of ghosts blowing out lights, but I've never heard of ghosts lighting lights.

The black lights in the painting room are blind, but Nie Xiaoqian doesn't need to turn on the lights, just relying on the ability of ghosts to see at night, it is easy to find the portrait of her.

"The world's famous mountains and rivers, strange flowers and birds, but the beauty can be both, although Jing, Guan splashed ink, Cui, Ai swayed, not as good as the collection of scholars and women."

This picture of Xiao Qian's bath is painted with fine and even light ink lines, Xiao Qian is kneeling barefoot at the water's edge, brushing green silk in her hands, her expression is elegant and quiet, the picture is elegant and delicate, revealing a gentle and delicate beauty, and the rhyme is natural.

Nie Xiaoqian rolled up her portrait and walked out of the window.

At this time, the lights on this street are dimming one by one, and Siyizhai is no exception.

It just so happened that she had to penetrate the window of Siyizhai again, entered the bookstore of Wang Wan's house, picked the expensive one, and took some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Readers can't say stealing books, they can't say stealing, they can't say stealing.

For female ghosts, stealing pen, ink, paper, and inkstone can't be said to be stealing, but it should be said to rob the rich and help the poor.

She is a female ghost, she doesn't even belong to herself, she is really a breeze with two sleeves, and she is so poor that she has no place to stand.

Nie Xiaoqian rolled up the picture scroll and pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., and wrote books and things, and went out of Siyizhai, in addition, there was an extra bamboo basket in her hand.

Putting things into the bamboo basket, her slender figure turned, and then, with the cloud bun stepped, she shook the hairpin, and changed into a blue gauze skirt in an instant.

Compared with the original plain white and elegant, it has a little more intellectual dignity of a woman from a large family, in short, it is more human.

If she doesn't show up, in the middle of the night, there is a bamboo basket floating on the long street out of thin air, I'm afraid not to scare pedestrians half to death, and it is rumored that there are ghosts walking at night in Guobei County, it will be a disaster.

Now that he has shown his form, he can walk away generously with a bamboo basket containing all kinds of things.

Nie Xiaoqian decided to stay in the county town and naturally find a place to settle down, after all, ghosts are different from people, and they can't see the sun.

However, when she entered Guobei County, she didn't just play blindly, but also heard some street knowledge and knew a good place.

Leaving Wenqu Street, she walked towards Huaishu Hutong.

The night patrol husband happened to pass by the mouth of Huaishu Hutong and saw Nie Xiaoqian's graceful shadow that was gradually moving away, and subconsciously wanted to call him "little lady". He thought that the black light was blind, Nie Xiaoqian took the wrong way, accidentally broke into Huaishu Hutong, and wanted to stop her.

But before the three words "little lady" in his mouth came out, Qianying disappeared into the darkness.

"Filled with too much yellow soup, dazzled?" The husband burped a full wine, rubbed his eyes, and muttered to himself, after all, he didn't dare to step into the locust tree alley to see what was going on.

There is a manor at the end of Huaishu Hutong, which originally belonged to a wealthy family in Guobei County, second only to Wang Million, surnamed Li, but a year ago, on a dark and windy night, he was killed by masked thieves, and the chickens and dogs were not left, and the blood even flowed to the street, which was miserable.

Since that night, the manor has become famous, and the horror is no less than the haunted mansion of Lanruo Temple, and it is rumored that the sound of killing and crying can still be heard at night, and no one dares to approach. Even several families in the vicinity of the manor were overwhelmed and moved away from Locust Tree Hutong.

At the end of the dead alley, the gate of the Li family's manor was closed, and two broken lanterns that had been pale after being beaten by the wind and rain were hung on the lintel, swaying in the wind.

Nie Xiaoqian's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she stood in front of the door.

Haunted house ghost house, I don't know if there are real ghosts.

People are scared to death, ghosts are scared of ghosts?

She wasn't worried about being scared to death by ghosts, after all, ghosts didn't even have a heart in the real sense, and they had no shape, so where could they be scared to death.

didn't push the door in, Nie Xiaoqian took a look at it and saw that no one floated up directly on the left and right, and crossed the wall.

In the manor, you can vaguely see the pavilions and towers of the old days, and the shadows are dark in the moonlight, which looks obscure and blurry.

Stepping on the stone path buried by fallen leaves, she turned a shadow wall, passed a pool of dilapidated lotuses, walked through the empty courtyard overgrown with Xiao Xiao autumn grass, and entered the manor hall.

In the hall, Nie Xiaoqian didn't feel anything particularly gloomy and obscure in the manor, and suddenly understood that what kind of ghost house this was, most of it was hearsay and absurd speculation.

Because it is a ghost house that everyone fears, everything in the house still maintains the original state of the night of swords and swords, and the moonlight passes through the leaky house, and dark black blood stains can be seen everywhere.

Nie Xiaoqian is not Bao Qingtian who can judge the yin and the yang at night, she can't even see the sunlight during the day, and she can't find out the truth about the tragic destruction of the Li family.

Through the hall, she reached an attic in the atrium.

Stand tall and look far away.

The moonlight is bright and dreamlike, and the highest attic in this manor has a unique view.

Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door of the attic, and saw that the cobwebs in the building were covered with dust, and her willow eyebrows frowned.

Whew, a gust of wind passed by, and it was impossible to look new, but it was true that the cobwebs were blown away and cleaner.

Pick up an embroidered pier that fell to the ground, bring it to the window and sit down, take out the things in the bamboo basket one by one, and place them neatly.

The candlelight is lit, the inkstone on the water, the thick ink is opened, the fingers are dipped in the pen to be full, and the wrist is the pen to walk the dragon and snake.

The wind blows the clouds and the sky does not move, and the water pushes the boat to move the shore without moving.

The knife cuts the lotus root silk constantly, and the mountains and rivers are inseparable.

Skillfully interpret marriage and say good and evil, and take care of everything slowly.

The smoke and rain sang Yangzhou, and the hundred-year-old coincidence was surprising.

After thinking about it for a long time along the way, Nie Xiaoqian already knew about this article, and the pen and ink slid all the way down, and it was an eight-sentence up-and-forth poem.

Maybe some officials want to ask, aren't ghosts able to see at night, isn't it redundant to light the lamp?

As everyone knows, the moon shadow and stars move, leaning on the lamp of the building, and writing a book has an atmosphere.

The classical romance drama "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Sedan Chair" was watched by Nie Xiaoqian when she was a child, it may be more classic, or it may be that the memories of childhood are often more profound, and most of the plot is still remembered, and there may be some omissions in it, but this is okay, as long as the entire framework outline is there, the details can be added and grasped by yourself.

This poem is about the early Tang Dynasty, in the city of Yangzhou, Du Bingyan, the daughter of a wealthy merchant in the north of the city, and Li Yuhu, the daughter of the martial arts family in the east of the city, had to marry because of the reasons of each family. Perhaps it was the providence of the underworld, and the two families bought the same wedding dress for their respective daughters, or they got married on the same day.

The two daughters got married on the way to coincide with the heavy rain, sheltering the rain fairy temple, met by chance, each complained about their hearts, and knew each other, a married third son of the Jinzhou giant merchant Qi Mansion, is a sick son who wants to be happy to braids at any time, and a future husband is a general guarding the border pass, and he is a favorite minister of the dynasty who has killed many wives.

The two empathized with each other's sorrows and sufferings, so they married Jin Lan. It's just that in a panic after the rain stopped, the two took the wrong hijab, and then got on the sedan chair by mistake, which led to two twists and turns, criss-crossing love stories.

Because of the fatigue and fatigue of losing her body, Nie Xiaoqian followed the well-flowing literary thoughts, bravely and diligently, until the rooster sang the whiteness of the East, and then she was a little reluctant to put down her pen.

Exactly: there is no shadow through people's arms, and the osmanthus flowers bloom in autumn. Take the yellow leaves on the spot, and write strange texts in the village.

Of course, the Li family manor has since been occupied by the dove and has become a veritable haunted house.