Yue Guanchao stopped and looked up at the ghost building.
When this ghost tower was built, it was still in the Later Jin Dynasty. The palace was built almost like a bell tower, with three floors, gray tiles, dragon owl, red pillars and painted windows, a square blue brick pedestal underneath, and a horse walkway. The front and rear walls extend into the crenellations of the city wall. On the top of the double-eaves Xieshan Hall, someone completely erased the word "Secret Palace" and etched it into "Yinshi Ghost Tower". The corners of the eaves are covered with white lanterns, and dim candlelight shines from inside. Shadows of people rustle.
Over the past hundreds of years, the paint on the pavilion has long been peeled off and mottled, and it is covered with rags and colorful ribbons, just like the Hall of Hell in the underworld!
Enter the gatehouse and step up the stairs.
They entered the second-floor attic. Most of them were shelves. The four walls were like chessboards inlaid with shelves and niches. There were no spaces on them. They were filled with all kinds of books, newspapers, periodicals, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, which can be said to be numerous.
Surrounded by bookshelves, there was a large tea table made of sandalwood, with a Taishi chair and a Dingshan Feng Shui stone behind it. An ancient bronze lamp lit the lamp oil, burning out light and spreading over the tabletop filled with miscellaneous papers and pens. They thought there was nothing there. Just as the man was about to mess with the things on the shelf, a hoarse voice immediately came out: "Wait a minute, don't let me scatter them!"
They were startled when they heard his voice before seeing him and quickly put down the things in their hands.
"Old Golden Pavilion!"
Sun Daqiao fanned forward and bowed respectfully. The familiar voice startled the people on the Grand Master's chair. The old woman picked up her glasses and put them on the bridge of her nose. She stared at her old bloodshot eyes: "Blind Sun, you are still alive. !”
"Look at what you said, can I die? But I have changed my territory over the years and am no longer hanging around here. How is your health?"
At Sun Daqiao's words, he asked the old woman to pull up the light cord above her head, and turned on the light with a click. The room suddenly became bright, and they were able to see the old woman's true face.
Hiss, this old lady is obviously not dressed as a Han.
The old lady was over seventy years old. She had stayed underground all year round, and her skin had become extremely pale as if she had been dead for three days. Her face was covered with wrinkles, hiding the fine white pearl powder that had not been wiped clean.
On the top of the head, white withered silk is coiled behind the head to form a swallow's tail. On the head is a large pull-wing from the late dynasty of the previous dynasty. The black satin is surrounded by an M-shaped hair board. In the middle of the head, there is a green phoenix flower patch to hold the flag head, with a flat square horizontally on the cross section. , it is also full of peonies, peonies, roses, golden chrysanthemums and other velvet flowers.
On both sides of the flag head, there are dark green streams hanging down on the shoulders, coupled with only half of the cinnabar red lips, raised eyeliner, and a dead make-up!
The old lady noticed Yue Guanchao's curious eyes and limped up from behind the table. She was wearing a wide-sleeved cheongsam in an autumn color, with dragon and phoenix patterns all over it. She wore an azure waistcoat, and the armor on her hands was sharp and shiny.
In this dress, she is clearly like a banner lady, the kind who can be stuffed into a coffin immediately after she dies.
"Old Suntou, there is nothing wrong with this old lady!"
Sun Daqiao covered his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "Shh, what old lady? This is the Golden Pavilion Lao."
Lao Suntou introduced the origin of this old lady by the way!
Mr. Golden Pavilion had a name in his early years, but he changed his surname to avoid disaster. When he got older, he simply stopped calling him by his given name. He was respectfully called Mr. Golden Pavilion, or Know-It-All!
She was a serious aristocrat from the former dynasty, the type who would be on the royal family's jade plate.
She is the sister of Emperor Xian and the clan aunt of the same emperor. When she came of age, she was married off by the empress dowagers of the two palaces. She came to the ancestral land in the Northeast and became the wife of General Shengjing. During the war with the Russians, General Shengjing died for his country. After her death, she came to Fengtian alone with her children and lived in Deshengmen Hutong, known as the old princess.
When the former emperor abdicated the throne, because the old queen mother was kind to her and was unwilling to be a subject of the new dynasty, and she was unwilling to have the New Government Council take care of her, she entangled a group of nursing generals who were loyal to her and went to Yinshi. Become the master of the ghost market.
In recent years, relying on the reputation of the old clan, he has become the head of the ghost house in Yin City. Anyone who wants to do business in Yin City does not need money or goods, as long as he gives his most precious secret. Think about him. How much information has been obtained over the past few decades?
Even if the gentlemen on the ground come and want to inquire about news, they still have to show some respect.
"Ahem, kid, don't look at it now that the royal family has abdicated. Grandma, the tattoo on my head hasn't gone away yet. If you want to ask for information, don't annoy me!"
The old lady's accent is northeastern, but her pronunciation has the smooth accent of the capital. Her speech is similar to that of those old eunuchs. This is probably the accent of the palace.
"Old lady, you see how blind I am, please don't be as knowledgeable as me."
The old lady loved him and respected him, so she surrendered and didn't care. The bottom of the flower pot rattled and she returned to the chair.
"You haven't come down for decades. I thought you were dead. If it weren't for you, my son's disease would have been hopeless. I owe you a favor. Tell me, what do you want to do with the old lady? Son!"
