On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Fang Yin saw another different person, Zuo Xiangshen.

Yu Mansion, Fang Mansion, is not far away, just talk.

In the same long alley, it is also heavily guarded, and on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, there are more forbidden army guards here than usual, several times more. But what kind of people are these two brothers, since they have been unimpeded all the way, they swaggered in the attention of all the military guards, and they drove straight in. The strange thing is that the eyes of all the guards are a little strange, they are stunned, very incomprehensible strange, not like they have seen two impermanent ghosts, one black and one white, not panicked and frightened.

This has nothing to do with Fang Xiaohou Ye, as he said, Murong Gongzi has not been home for three years, three full years.

So, before he entered the door, Fang Xiaohou fell into an inexplicable panic, only to feel that his heart was furious, and there was no way to find danger.

The door was closed, black, the light was white, and the wind was gusting.

Lintel two words: Xiangfu.

There is no one around, there are no ghosts, this place is absolutely quiet, it can be said to be dead silence, and the noise of another world is in the distance.

Fang Yin glanced at Murong Gongzi and found that his starry eyes were dim, his face was pale, and he smiled as if he was crying: "Is this it?"

Murong Gongzi sighed faintly: "This is it." ”

Something is wrong, anyway, something is wrong, Fang Xiaohou Ye didn't know what was wrong, he just felt a little cold on his body: "Sizzle-"

It's the chill, the chill is boundless: "Bang! bang!"

There are two stone lions under the steps, and the double copper rings on the door, and there is a sense of déjà vu: "Is there anyone?

Isn't that nonsense!

Murong Gongzi smiled: "Don't shout the door, Master Bat will hear it." ”

"Fu Ye?" Fang Xiaohou was afraid in his heart. This is to embolden himself: "Fu Ye - open the door - come and visit"

There is a housekeeper in Fangfu, and there is also a housekeeper in Yufu, and this housekeeper is called Bat Ye.

It is said that the ears of the bat master are more sensitive than that of bats, so he is called the bat master.

Half an hour passed, and the door still hadn't opened.

At this time, not only Fang Xiaohou Ye was strange, but even Murong Gongzi was a little strange, and said in his heart: "This old Wang Ba, is it dead?"

"Squeak-squeak-squeak-" The door opened.

At the same time, he poked out his head: "You little Wang Ba, I am dead." I'll have to wait until you get back!"

Yes. The ears of the bat master are more sensitive than those of bats, and they can hear people's hearts.

Bat Ye, surnamed Wang, named Fu. It is said that he used to be a big man.

"You old bastard. Hahaha!" Murong Gongzi laughed loudly: "I'm back." You're dying!"

"Squeak-" A thin, small, black-mole cricket-like old man came out, with sparse eyebrows and few beards. The face is like a jujube core: "Hahahahaha, you little king!"

It turned out to be a dwarf, who only straightened his waist, and the top of his head was not as high as Fang Yin's waist: "Okay, good, you little king!"

Fang Yin didn't laugh.

There are tears in the eyes of the bat master, and they are by no means laughing, like Murong Gongzi.

"It's been three years, it's been three years!" "You don't look at your father, you should come back to see Lord Bat, you have a kind, a kind of haha!"

"Don't say this, Chaoyun Dusk Rain Building, it's not like you haven't been there. Murong Gongzi smiled and said, "You go once in January, three Chinese New Year's Eve six times, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes!" "The bat master was still laughing, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'll go back, I won't see you back, hello, hello, haha, good little Wang Baba......"

"You're going back, I'm going back. Murong Gongzi sighed with a smile and said, "Master Bat, that's enough." ”

"Phew!" That's right, the bat master knows: "I'm bat when!" That's enough, it's enough: "Don't call the bat master, I'm bat bah!"

Murong Gongzi smiled again, and this time he didn't talk back.

It seems that the relationship between this Fu Ye and Murong Gongzi is definitely no less than the relationship between his own grandfather and his own grandson.

"Could it be him, Grandpa Dear?" Fang Xiaohou thought so.

"Who are you?" said, Bat Ye could hear people's hearts: "You look like a dog, could it be that you are a little bastard, a little bastard?"

"Huh?" Fang Xiaohou was caught off guard and was taken aback: "Damn! you old king, uh-"

This old man was very rude, but with Murong Gongzi by his side, Fang Xiaohou Ye stopped in time: "Boy Fang Yin, I have paid a New Year's greeting to Fu Ye, I wish you more blessings and longevity, and your life is better than that of Tianqi, and you will live for 10,000 years." ”

The bat master was furious: "Little bastard! Get out of the calf!"

"Hahaha!" Murong Gongzi laughed: "Hahahahaha!"

"General, general!" "Daoist Fang, like a gust of spring breeze, blows wherever he goes, bringing a happy and peaceful atmosphere to wherever he goes: "Make some fox friends and dog friends, there is no good thing!"

But here it is, Prime Minister's House.

Xiao Murong is finally back, of course the bat master is so happy that he is dying, and fighting with him for a few words is the greatest pleasure of the bat master's life.

However, the Prime Minister's Mansion is different, and after entering Yu's house, no one will be in the mood to joke anymore.

When he entered the door, Fang Yin saw Fu Ye hugging Murong Gongzi, and the two of them glanced at each other and sighed.

The Prime Minister's House is huge.

The front yard is spacious and magnificent, with rockery pool pavilions and lanterns all around, all of which are snow-white.

The white of the glow, the faint white, lined with gray beams and black tiles, there are no other colors.

Comparatively speaking, Fang Mansion is like a matchbox.

In the midst of it there were people, people walking, quietly, not a single person spoke, no one spoke.

It's like a silent movie, a black and white silent world, and there is a feeling of sleepwalking in the middle, who is sleepwalking?

"Cough!cough!cough!" This is Fang Yin coughing, this is already, a little unbearable.

A family, no matter what, shouldn't be like this.

Mo said that this is, thirty Chinese New Year's Eve.

Walk through the main hall, march to courtyard after courtyard, turn left, turn right, and arrive.

It's a room, faintly lit by candles.

Murong Gongzi stood in front of the door and stood first, this time Fang Yin couldn't do it: "Xiangye." ”

The bat master is called the door, and he is called the Xiangye.

The words fell, and there was a dead silence.

"Lord Yu, the son of the Marquis of Zhongyong, Fang Yin Fang Ji came to visit him before. "It must be said that Childe can't mention: "Xiangye, you see-"

Half a day.

"Got it. "Just one sentence, three words, plain, ancient wells do not wave.

Finished.

Got it, just got it, nothing else.

This door, Fang Yin couldn't enter it originally, and you may not be able to meet people when you come to meet them, and it is the same for what Hou Zhi is.

The bat master sighed again, but he was silent, only shook his head, and signaled-

Murong Gongzi turned a blind eye, and his figure stood upright in front of the door, in a completely static state.

"Cough!" Fang Yin coughed, gave a deep salute, and said respectfully: "Boy Fang Yin, please meet Shibo, I took the liberty to visit today, and I hope Shibo will forgive me for the rudeness." ”

It's silent, and it's all ignored.

Fang Yin froze on the spot, and then regretted coming this trip in his heart, and even smelled an extremely dangerous smell-

Murong Gongzi has clenched his fists and clenched them tightly!

The biggest humiliation is to ignore it, Fang Yin was brought by Yu Murong, and the person in the house would not know.

Because I knew, I didn't open the door.

Fang Yin didn't know why, in fact this was a war, a protracted war: "The kid will retire first, Shibo will rest early, and Fang Yin will come back tomorrow morning......"

"Bang!" is a kick, and the door panel bursts: "Click!"

"Ji Zhi, some people, don't be polite with him. Murong Gongzi walked in, looked back and smiled: "It's windy outside, come in and talk." ”

Ji Zhi has only one, there is only one friend, no one can bully, no one.

The candlelight flickered, and the man was dimly in front of him, raising his glass and drinking alone, sitting up straight, in a state of complete stillness.

At that time, Fang Yin only had one feeling, it was one, a square person.

Square, square.

"Hello. Unconsciously stepped forward, I didn't see Murong Gongzi laughing, but I only heard a voice: "Yu Shen." (To be continued......)