The more I think about it, the more unhappy I become!
Fang Geyu crumpled the letter into a ball, raised her hand and was about to throw it aside, when her arm froze.
strangeness?
Why am I so angry?
Fang Geyu suddenly woke up.
Why am I acting like a fool, staying up most of the night and sulking over a ball of paper?
Beside the inkstone, the white pigeon tilted its head and looked at the angry young lady.
Fang Geyu's face turned red inexplicably. She snorted in embarrassment and said sternly to the ignorant pigeon: "I'm not angry because those women gave him candy!"
Bai Ge: "Gu Gu Gu Gu???"
Fang Geyu was annoyed and plucked a hair from its butt, and explained with great force and seriousness: "I was angry when I woke up. You woke me up by flying around, and that's why I was angry."
The innocent white pigeon whose buttocks were bleeding Hanako was so aggrieved that she lay on the case and didn't dare to move.
Fang Geyu muttered to himself, trying to convince himself, and pretended to calmly smooth the crumpled paper in his hand and spread it out: "Yes, I won't get angry over such boring things."
The paper was spread out, and a series of names of Yingying Yanyan rushed into Miss Fang's eyes.
Here it is! ! !
Fang Geyu suddenly darkened his face, tore the letter into pieces and threw it on the floor.
She turned around and took heavy steps, then angrily snuggled into bed.
The little feet kicked off two shoes, and the two white and tender feet exposed outside the quilt fluttered randomly, and the exquisite jade toes curled up and opened, giving people a feeling that they were about to explode with anger.
She said angrily: "Langaofang will be burned down tomorrow!"
The next day, Langaofang was naturally fine.
Qi returned to Qi, but Mr. Fang Geyu would not set fire to Xianling City at such a critical moment.
After all, Fang Geyu was very knowledgeable and sensible, and could not do such immoral things as murder and arson.
Yu'er, the maid in the Yun Family Courtyard, complained to the housekeeper early in the morning: "What? I can't even buy a piece of pastry from Langaofang???"
The middle-aged housekeeper waved his hand helplessly, made a silent gesture, and whispered: "Keep your voice down, for some reason, that noble man in the city fell in love with the taste of a certain cake shop, so early in the morning We have moved all the sweets and cakes from the shop, and ordinary people like us will never think about it in the future."
Yu'er was dissatisfied: "Why is it okay for a noble person to be so great and so domineering?"
The middle-aged housekeeper's expression changed drastically, and he quickly covered her mouth and pointed to the sky above her head.
Yu'er's complexion also changed, and she no longer dared to talk nonsense.
Even when you are dissatisfied, you have to keep everything clean. Who dares to compete with that person?
Inner city, ancient palace.
Qingxuan, the female official of Sixi, looked at the pastry boxes stacked into a hill in front of her with a speechless face. They were full of dazzling items and filled with sweet smell.
The pastries are fragrant, but with so many of them piled up in mountains, the taste is a bit too sweet and cloying.
Qingxuan pinched his nose and frowned, and said with some disgust: "Is this little girl from the Fang family so crazy again?"
On the imperial desk in the main hall, there was an unsealed box of hawthorn toffees. A clear and clear voice floated down, as if biting something, "He is a good and filial boy."
It's night, with a lonely moon and a lonely star.
There was no one around Bailian, and he stood alone in front of the Yun family's mansion. In the night sky above his head, there was a bright moon, and the water-like moonlight reflected the city. It was a pure night when all the evil spirits were gone.
The mansion was quiet, but as if dead, lifeless. There was no candle light in the concierge. No one dared to light a lamp, and no one dared to make a sound, as if they were afraid of offending something.
Only under the plaque on the gate of the mansion hangs a pearl that looks like a pearl at night, exuding the radiance of purity.
Balian only took one look at it and knew that this was definitely an extraordinary luminous pearl.
The Yun family has a rich heritage, and it is not known where they got the shark beads. They wiped them every day, and the light could be used to identify people. They were regarded as heirlooms to ward off evil spirits by one generation of the Yun family and hung under the plaque.
This bead can indeed ward off evil spirits, but it is of little use to a three-thousand-year-old ghost like You Gui Lang.
Suddenly, an evil cold wind started from the end of the long street.
The big moon seemed to be stained by the devil's breath, and its bright luster suddenly became dim and lost its luster.
Dark clouds gradually rose, covering the sky and pressing down on the ancient city.
The wind all around became thick and stagnant.
A shrill and piercing suona sounded in the night sky, breaking the tranquility of the night.
A gust of wind blew by, stirring up thick dust on the ground.
Ghostly and foggy.
Dark clouds covered the moon, casting a huge shadow on the ground.
On the street, at some point, there was the sound of horseshoes neighing and the sound of suona.
Blood-red apricot flowers dance in the night, with a fishy and sweet fragrance everywhere.
Bai Lian withdrew his gaze from Shark Pearl and looked calmly at the ghost wedding team coming around the corner of the street.
The black horse is dressed in frosty white and thick fog, and is full of ghosts.
A big red sedan chair was swaying, being held on the shoulders by eight short bodies. In front of the sedan chair, there were two tall figures playing the suona and the erhu.
Balian saw it clearly.
There were ten people in the wedding team, but these ten people were all made of paper.
The skin of the eight people carrying the sedan was pale and covered with a thick layer of windproof white wax.
Dressed in the festive attire of a young boy in red, with two strange scarlet blushes on both sides of his cheeks reflecting his pale face, the stiff smiling face drawn with ink looks stiff and funny.
As soon as the suona was blown, several paper figures jumped up and down, and round paper from the underworld was sprinkled all around.
The two tall paper-cut figures in front were dressed in silk and red clothes, dressed as rich and noble, but they had pale faces and no facial features.
Not long after, the sweet and fishy fragrance of apricot blossoms stained with blood floated closer.
The tall horse and the bright red sedan stopped in front of Bailian.
The two tall paper-headed men were still playing the frighteningly miserable instruments.
However, a short sedan bearer came out with a stiff and funny smile on his face. His facial expressions did not change at all. The painted scarlet mouth was motionless, but he was able to make a sharp buzzing laugh: "Alright? Please, young master, follow me on your journey."
On the road, which road is naturally self-evident.
As if he had already expected that the newcomer would definitely refuse to obey, cry and struggle, the young bearer bent down and lowered his head. One meter long black nails suddenly sprouted out of his hands hanging on both sides.
Unexpectedly, Bailian looked at the faceless paper and nodded calmly and cooperatively.
He was even very polite: "Then I'll trouble you all."
After saying that, he was like a happy young man leaving for a spring outing. He took the reins of the horse, his movements were smooth, and he was about to get on the horse.
The eight bearers simultaneously raised their smiling faces that could not change their expressions and looked at Bailian intently. Their smiling black eyes showed a bit of surprise.
In all these years of welcoming the bride, they have never seen such a good young man who is so motivated and willing to die.
