From now on, this is where I live, so I'm going to call it: Qi Zhi Hut.

Poof-

is worthy of Ning Qiuyue, this name is simply too traverse.

It's hard to imagine what kind of expression this name would have if it was seen by Concubine Wan or the emperor.

You can't say, "Come on, set up a hut for me." ”

Or: "Ning Qiuyue of Xuanqi's hut enters the palace......"

All in all, the name is a bit of a joke.

Even maids like Tingzhu, who hadn't read much, were surprised, "Miss, what does this Qi Zhihu mean?" ”

Such a non-mainstream name can only be understood by Ning Qiuyue.

"Qi" represents her real surname, and "zhi" can be understood as "of", and the hut is very simple, which means house.

So it can be directly translated as: Lao Tzu's home, or Miss Ben's home.

"Listen to Zhu, do you think this name is not good?" Ning Qiuyue is very clear, if Tingzhu doesn't like it, she can also change it to something else. "It's okay to change it to a bamboo house."

"No, no, no, let's just call it this." Tingzhu covered her heart, help, her little heart can't bear these strange things.

"Okay, then I'll take the paint brush and rewrite it." Ning Qiuyue was very happy, although she was arranged in such a dilapidated place, she had more joy in decoration.

Anyway, I guess this place has been idle for a long time, and no one comes on weekdays, so I can change it to whatever I want.

"Well, miss, be careful, don't fall. I'll go see where I can get water, and I'll fetch some water to make you a pot of hot tea. Listening to Zhu's words, he went out to find a well with a wooden barrel.

Ning Qiuyue quickly rewrote the plaque, well, Qi Zhi's hut, it's quite comfortable to look at.

She descended from the ladder and headed into the room.

Yo, it's pretty big.

Although the garden has long been overgrown with weeds and dilapidated, the area is still quite large, and it should be good to clean it up again.

On the left side of the garden there are two dead osmanthus trees, and a lone swing hangs under another stout tree.

And when he went round the garden, he came into the house.

"Well, it smells musty." Ning Qiuyue pinched her nose and kicked away the waste wood on the ground while visiting the room.

Isn't it, is she going to live in this kind of place with Tingzhu tonight?

It looks unappetizing, dirty, messy, and bad, as if it had been a war.

"Hey, forget it, let's go see the bedroom first." Fortunately, Ning Qiuyue used to be a tomb robber, otherwise she wouldn't have had the courage to continue walking towards the room where she was so angry.

I saw that the entire bedroom was painted black, the whole bed was wrapped in a huge black cloth, and even the bronze mirror on the side was tightly wrapped in black cloth.

It is no exaggeration to say that even though it was daytime, the whole room was dark, as if in a cellar. The intense feeling of pressure is very uncomfortable.

Ning Qiuyue was already in a bad state today, and from the time she entered the palace to the present, she had been in a cold sweat. Now that I'm here, I feel more and more physically different.

"Pretending to be a ghost? I'm not afraid. As she spoke, she lifted the black cloth that covered the bed.

Surprise.

What is that?

A rag doll full of silver needles.