Chapter 8 The Song family is suspicious

Near noon, the city gate of Jinan Mansion had already been opened, and a moat four zhang wide and three zhang deep surrounded the city wall, like a jade belt, shining in the warm sun of early spring.

At the city gate, chariots and horses came and went, caravans and people came and went, making the two-zhang high city gate look a little narrow.

A team of ten patrol soldiers pressed the handle of the sword, wearing patrol clothes, standing at the gate of the city, patrolling the people who came and went, and if there was a slight mistake, they would come forward to interrogate, which was quite strict, and also led a large group of people to block the city gate, noisy and shouting.

Anyway, since the beginning of the city, there was chaos along the way, and Chan followed Wang Zhenyuan and his party to come, and the Song family keeper knew Wang Zhenyuan, and when he saw Wang Zhenyuan, a person stepped forward and arched his hand: "Mr. Wang's dart." With that, he glanced at Zen suspiciously.

Wang Zhenyuan hurriedly introduced: "This is the master I invited, the Zen master. ”

As the saying goes, it's good to be a 'seven-grade official in front of the prime minister', this is the so-called Hades is good to see the little ghost, and it is in front of him. When the gatekeeper saw that Zen was young, he immediately despised him, and said contemptuously: "I don't know which temple the Zen master is practicing?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhenyuan couldn't help frowning, what kind of attitude is this. He was respectful all the way to Zen, eating and drinking well, but he didn't expect this gatekeeper to be so faceless, so he became angry at the moment, and said coldly: "You just go and report it quickly, there are many things to do with you!"

The man was blocked by these words, and his face changed immediately, but he didn't dare to offend Wang Zhenyuan, so he hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, the villain will go immediately." After that, he turned his head and entered the gate, and went to report to Mrs. Song.

Someone below brought Zen and others to the side hall to wait, came up to tea, Zen just took a sip, and then smelled a burst of fragrance in the nose, like Lan Feilan, like musk non-musk, faint although not very strong, smell can't help but feel a wave in my heart.

I saw two people coming in front of me, one in front and one behind, and a kind old man in front of him, before the old man entered the door, he called out with a smile outside the door: "Zhenyuan is back." "The voice is kind, as if to family.

As soon as he saw someone coming, Wang Zhenyuan hurriedly stood up and greeted: "Old lady Song." ”

Zen knew that it was the master who came, and hurriedly followed Shi Li.

The old man saw Zen Shili and hurriedly helped him up, and said with a smile to Zen: "There is no need for so many courtesies, this is the senior monk invited by Zhenyuan, right? ”

Zen only felt that the old man's big hands were very warm, and he immediately felt very kind, and raised his head at the moment.

At that time, the sun was in the middle of the day, and the bright sunlight shone on half of the face of the person behind the old man, and Zen saw a touch of amazement at the moment, which made the sunlight fade.

But I saw that her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was as clear as jade, her face was white and greasy, white as snow, and she didn't even have half a small pockmark, smooth and crystalline, like mutton fat and white jade porcelain. The chin is very delicate, a cherry mouth is dexterous and upright, the lips are very thin, and the two rows of thin teeth are like broken jade, like a fairy on the moon, the beauty in the painting, how a flawless.

Seeing Zen at the moment, I couldn't help but move in my heart, and said secretly: "...... What a beautiful woman!"

When the old man saw Zen like this, he hurriedly introduced: "This is my nephew, Lu Qingcheng. ”

It turned out to be a man.

It's just that he has a beautiful face and looks like a beautiful woman.

If Mrs. Song didn't say it just now, Zen really felt that she was a woman, because he was really a 'person who was more colorless than flowers, and flowers were also gloomy in front of people.' If you don't say he's a man, a man will be tempted, and if he's a man, there's no woman who won't be impressed.

I didn't know that there was such a beautiful person when I saw him, and when I saw him, I knew that there would never be a more beautiful person than him.

Fortunately, this is not a woman, otherwise even a Buddha would have to move the mortal mind.

When I heard this, I felt particularly sorry, and I felt guilty for the rude just now, and my mind turned for a while, and I couldn't help but feel like my face was burning. I couldn't help but feel secretly lost in my heart, and I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and I put my hands together and said: "Amitabha, the little monk is rude, and I hope the donor will forgive me." ”

"Master, there is no need to be like this, I am used to not blaming others, but blaming me!" Lu Qingcheng waved his hand and smiled, he was very generous about this, broad-minded, and not surprised, speaking of his own appearance, he was really a good man.

For Lu Qingcheng's chic, Zen admired in his heart and said, "Thank you." ”

Mrs. Song immediately said: "The two of you have worked hard all the way, and I have prepared a banquet for the two of you." After that, everyone was invited to the banquet, and then the Song family began to invite Chan and Wang Zhenyuan and his party.

After being full of wine and food, he asked the old lady Song: "I heard that there is something wrong with your young lady, I don't know what the problem is?"

Mrs. Song sighed and said: "Hey, it's really not a secret, just because there was a dirty thing in my backyard for some reason, but my daughter was hit by it, and she was stupid for a while, stupid, not to say that she is a poor and talented wife, don't you look like the great Liao in the world?"

Liao Chan nodded and said that he understood, these big families are face-saving, a good yellow flower girl who has not come out of the cabinet, and suddenly said that he is the wife of the poor scholar Zhu Changling, isn't it a joke now!

Zen then said, "Can you let me meet Miss Gui?"

"Absolutely. Miss Song was eighteen years old, and she was as beautiful as a flower, but when she came in, she gave a salute to Mrs. Song and shouted, "Dad." Then he glanced at Zen, his gaze filled with fear.

At the moment, Zen saw this, and her heart was full of doubts, this Miss Song didn't look like she was stupid, and she was not stupid. But she is very strange to Mrs. Song, not like a father and daughter, and Miss Song's eyes contain fear.

What is she afraid of?

Zen's heart was full of chaos, thinking of the ghost house that Mrs. Song said, was she afraid of ghosts?

Zen nodded quietly and secretly, and the old lady Song asked Miss Song to go down again, and then asked Zen, "How is the master?"

Zen shook his head and said, "That's so easy to see, I'll take a look at that haunted mansion again." ”

"Good. The old lady Song responded, and as soon as she turned her head, she said to her subordinates: "Send the master to the backyard." ”

The man turned pale when he heard this, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he held back his fear and said, "It's the master." ”

In a low building in the Song Mansion, the two lanterns emitted a faint yellow halo, and under the guidance of his subordinates, Liao Chan walked through the long corridor with twists and turns.

This is the back house of the Song Mansion, the Song Mansion covers a huge area, almost a small garden, and occasionally a family with a lantern walks by.

Zen came to a dark room, this place is almost not allowed to enter, and a gust of wind blows in the gloomy air.

The wind blew the lantern hanging in the black room and swayed, and the little maid shrank back, her eyes full of fear, and Zen stopped, looked into the black room, and frowned. Then he said to his subordinates, "Go down." ”

"Yes. The subordinate nodded, looked at the dark room with some fear, and walked away quickly.