After Shangyuan passed, the He family's room vigorously investigated the previous incident of He Ziyu's being spelled, and this unrelenting posture seemed to turn the He family upside down.

He Ling Jiang was sitting in the room reading a book, and Qiong Zhi came in and said, "Lady, the fourth lady of the Sun Jun Cheng family sent someone to send you a scroll of paintings. It is said that it is the night of the Shangyuan Festival, and it is like a familiar thing to you at first sight, and I am very happy in my heart. She has a volume of famous paintings in her hand, which is specially given to you to enjoy. ”

"Madame asked the servant to go directly and get it back." As she spoke, she presented the scroll to He Lingjiang.

He Lingjiang put down the book in his hand and opened the scroll, the painting is a good painting, but it is a pity that she is not the original He Qi Niangzi, and she only knows a little about the painting.

There is also a piece of flower paper in the painting.

"He Qi Niangzi, I am really grateful for the matter of the Shangyuan Festival. I heard that the seventh lady loves to paint and is good at painting, and Jin Niang has a pair of king's crown "Momei Tu" in her hand, which is specially given to the lady. This is my heart, and I hope that the Seventh Lady can accept it. If he is free for the seventh lady, Jin Niang will come to visit and disturb again. ”

She looked at the flower note in her hand, her eyebrows slightly raised.

The fourth lady of the Sun family was very thoughtful, not only gave her a thank you gift, but also explained to everyone the reason why the two met without a trace.

In this way, the exchange between the two is just a boudoir relationship between ordinary little ladies.

She couldn't bask in the sun, so she stayed at home all day long, and all she saw and heard was the things that the ladies and gentlemen of the family or the servants said.

If the four ladies of the Sun family want to come to the door, listen to her talk about the outside affairs, Xu is not bad.

She found a piece of paper and wrote back to Sun Rujin, only saying that she was free, and she could come when she was free.

The golden hairpin in his sleeve shook, full of dissatisfaction: "Didn't you say that you want to take me to see the negative person, and I have fulfilled my wish?" It's been two days, why haven't you moved? ”

Could it be that I really believe your nonsense?

He Lingjiang took her out of his sleeve, knocked on the table boringly, and said, "Fifteen years have passed, do you know where your negative person is now?" ”

Qian Niang in the golden hairpin only felt that she was knocked on the head by her: "How do I know? ”

"That's it. I have asked Yunfu to investigate, this matter is not urgent. I can't go out during the day, and if your negative person is no longer in Linchuan, then I can't be in a hurry. ”

Qian Niang was angry: "If he is not in Linchuan, and you can't go out, when will my wish come to an end?" You're not a liar, are you? ”

"What do you do? If he is not in Linchuan, I will use other methods to make your wish come true. You're in such a hurry, you just think I'll send you to reincarnation sooner? ”

"Ghosts want to be reincarnated!"

"That's it." He ordered ginger to knock on the golden hairpin.

Qian Niang was so angry that she was depressed, because she was afraid of He Lingjiang before, she had the demeanor of a master of the Xuanmen, and honestly handed over her soul beads. Na Cheng thought, her tongue is even more powerful.

She simply shrank into the hairpin and ignored her no more.

In the evening, Qian Niang in the golden hairpin was woken up by He Lingjiang again, and said impatiently: "What are you doing?" ”

He Ling Jiang said quietly: "I think you seem to be a little impatient?" Don't you want to see your negative person anymore, so you want to go home? ”

Qian Niang trembled and said, "Where there is, what is there." Dare to ask He Niangzi to wake up the slave, what is the cost? ”

"Took you to make a wish."

Qian Niang was overjoyed: "But you've found that person?" ”

He Lingjiang snorted and said, "Yunfu just came to spread the word that your negative person is still in Linchuan City, and he lives in the south of the city. It's when the moon is dark and the wind is high, so we can go out and have a look. ”

"How can you say like a thief?" Qian Niang muttered.

"Isn't it just a thief, do you still want to let me hand over the prayer post and take you to visit him openly?" He Lingjiang glanced at her.

"It doesn't have to be so, how can this man be worthy? We just went at night, maybe we could scare him. ”

He Lingjiang knocked her: "Don't make any moths." ”

She summoned Aman over to guard the house, and she avoided the guards in the house and secretly climbed out of the house.

Qian Niang's negative surname is Zhang Mingxu, who lives in Caomen Alley in the east of the city, surrounded by wealthy merchants.

He Lingjiang stopped in front of a mansion with stone lions, and the door plaque read two large "Zhang Mansions".

She bypassed the night watchman and leaped over the wall.

Yun Fu had already investigated the layout of Zhang's mansion before, so she just turned her feet at this time and went to Zhang Xu's courtyard.

In a bedroom in the small courtyard, Zhang Jialang suddenly felt a chill, and he unconsciously pulled the quilt and turned over.

In his sleep, he still frowned, as if he was not sleeping very peacefully.

The weather has not yet warmed up, and the stove in the house has not been extinguished, and a figure can be faintly seen standing next to it at some point.

The man threw out a talisman, and the charcoal fire in the stove trembled violently, and a wisp of light smoke rose immediately, emitting a faint warm fragrance, silent and silent, slowly blending into the thick night of the room.

The night was so quiet that I could only hear two distinct breaths on the bed.

However, when making tea, I could hear a slight snoring sound on the couch, and there was no doubt that the two of them on the couch had fallen asleep.

Then the man took out the fold of fire and brought it to a candle on the table.

The flame of the wick jumped a few times, and then the room lit up, revealing the face under the lamp, whose complexion was like snow, and in the warm yellow light, showing a soft jade color.

It was He Lingjiang who sneaked into Zhang's mansion.

She walked to the bed, lightly touched the forehead of the woman next to Zhang Xu, and the woman fell asleep, and then drew a talisman in the air with a trick in her hand, and slapped it into Zhang Xu's forehead.

She summoned Qian Niang and said softly, "Wait." ”

Then he walked to the table and sat down, flipped his palm, and took out a jade flute and brought it to his lips. The fingertips are lightly placed on the flute hole, and the green white fingers seem to be integrated with the jade-colored flute body.

A shallow flute sound slowly rose, leisurely and ethereal.

The sound of the flute fell into a dream, and Master Zhang on the couch couldn't help frowning, his eyelids moved slightly, as if he was struggling to wake up from the dream.

He Lingjiang only didn't realize it, and the flute sound was endless between his breath, and there was a bit of seclusion and mystery between the ups and downs, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

Unconsciously, Zhang Xu's brows were gradually stretched, and his breathing was long, as if he had entered a new dream.

In the room, the sound of the flute is ethereal, as if weaving a dream-like past. Outside, the night was deep and silent. No one could have imagined that in this room, someone was weaving a real dream with a few talismans and a flute.

The candle flame swayed gently, and it seemed that it was also moved by the faint sound of the flute, for fear of disturbing people's dreams, and became gentle at that moment.

The whole room was very quiet, except for the melodious sound of the flute, rippling in a circle.

Qian Niang stared at the bed quietly.

Zhang Xu, who was already asleep, opened his eyes at some point, staring at the gauze tent above his head in a daze, as if crying and laughing on his face.

The faint sound of the flute became deeper and deeper, like a cry, as if it was telling the past. The aftermath is long, like a silk vine, quietly extending into the depths of people's memories, and thoughts will come out.