The old Taoist priest touched his beard and said, "It's a long story. Come on, let me show you two what happened to Princess Nihuang back then!"
The old Taoist priest clicked between their eyebrows, and the two of them seemed to be hypnotized and entered a real dream:
The capital of Luonan.
A luxurious mansion comes into view...
In the backyard of the Chu Mansion, the new maid Qingzhu was called up early in the morning to deliver food to the backyard. It was said that Zhao Ma, who was originally delivering food, suddenly stopped doing it.
Qingzhu stretched, yawned, and reluctantly dragged her little body out of the bed, but suddenly she saw a grandma holding a big wooden stick standing at the door, and she still couldn't help but tremble. : "Mommy, you'll get tired if you raise your hands so high. I'll get up now!"
While expressing his attitude, he didn't forget to smile, but he was already muttering in his heart: "Isn't it just a meal? As for being so vicious?"
A gust of cold wind blew by, which made the confused Qingzhu wake up a lot. Zhao's mother suddenly went on strike, and grandma seemed to be afraid that she wouldn't go. Could it be that something happened in the backyard?
Mother Zhao has been in charge of the meals at Yilan Courtyard for more than ten years. Why did she suddenly... We don’t dare to say, and we don’t dare to ask, why are we new here? If we don’t want to go, You can’t help yourself, right?
Qingzhu blinked twice, took the brocade box from grandma's hand, and swung it over. It's not an exaggeration to say she was wandering. She could walk from her room to Yilan Courtyard in a quarter of an hour, but she wandered for a full hour! Finally reaching the gate of Yilan Courtyard, the scene in front of her was so frightening that she turned around and wanted to run back!
A vast expanse of white curtains came into view, and when the breeze blew, the raised white cloth suddenly rushed towards Qingzhu's face, as if a ghost from hell was waving to him.
There is a big black flower hanging in the center of the door! The layers of petals exude bloodthirsty greed, and it seems that if you get even a little closer, you can be sucked into hell alive... Isn't this a funeral?
With a bang, the brocade box fell to the ground, and the food was scattered all over the floor. Only Qingzhu's hands were left messy in the air: "This is still a job done by humans, this is obviously a job done by ghosts!"
Qingzhu, who had gotten up from the ground and was running, suddenly stopped. The meal hadn't been delivered yet. She would be scolded by her grandma when she went back. Thinking of the wooden stick in her hand, she had to send the brocade box in. ah! So she picked up two steamed buns from the ground, wiped them randomly with the corners of her clothes a few times, stuffed them into the brocade box, and then arranged her clothes.
That's all, just pretend nothing happened!
Qingzhu comforted himself in his mind and cleared his trembling voice: "Ahem! Is there... anyone?"
The courtyard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Two terrifying tones of black and white rushed into Qingzhu's eyes. Qingzhu, who had long been unable to tell the difference between east, west and north, bravely moved into the main room and was once again stunned by the scene in front of him...
I saw a touch of white kneeling in front of the dark mourning hall. The jade bundle was held high, and the ink hair was like satin, flowing down, and draped on the thin shoulders like a waterfall. There was only a white hairband on the head. There are no decorations outside, and it is extremely quiet.
When the breeze blew, the long hair on his shoulders fluttered, and it also blew out his slender figure.
