Even if there is no village or shop in front of Wuchang Palace, there is almost no difference between day and night, quiet and deserted, but you can at least go to the vegetable garden, swing on the swing and feel the hidden warmth in the north wind, and enjoy the night under the moon in front of the flowers. However, the slippery ghost only loves to sleep. Since Zou Zhou took Qingyang out, he has been in the room and has never come out.

After sleeping for nearly a day, the slippery ghost turned his head and looked out the window.

A gold edge was inlaid on the window ridge, which was shining, almost blinding the two presbyopic eyes of the slippery ghost. He slowly lifted the quilt and sat up and walked to the window. He was not tall enough to get a small stool. He stood up and couldn't help but pinch his beard and screamed: "The scenery here is really wonderful."

It was a clear and cloudless weather, but suddenly there was a silent heavy snow. When the slippery ghost woke up, he saw that the half-wheeled sun was about to sink to the horizon.

The sliding head and ghostly palmed the windowsill to see it was fascinating. At this time, Manzhu put down his snow cap and saw that he had long black hair tied up. He had a hairpin with bamboo leaves and two crystals hanging on his head. He was wearing a crane buckle with big red feathered white fox fur, and a pair of small leather boots. He held a bamboo basket in one hand and held a pot in the other hand. Hong happened to walk at the door of Wuchang Hall. He knocked on the door without responding. The same was true for two and three knocks. Manzhu simply put everything on the snow, pushed it with both hands, and the door opened.

I didn't see any slippery head ghost who had already smelled the fragrance of wine first. I stroked my beard. I jumped off the stool with a comfortable look on my face and walked towards the main hall with an urgent need. Fang Yao shouted: Where is the good fragrance of wine coming from? The slippery head ghost saw that a slim lady came here, and immediately put away his greedy look, but bowed politely, "Who is the girl looking for when she comes here?"

Although I have never really seen the Slippery Ghost, from all the reliable hearings, I can tell that the rogue Slippery Ghost is standing in front of me at this moment. Manzhu did not lose his etiquette and saluted the Slippery Ghost and replied: "My name is Manzhu." Manzhu looked at the Slippery Ghost carefully but politely, recognized who it was, and said slowly: "I have heard of your name and know a little about you. Today you actually appeared at my friend's house, which really makes me incredible. I am bluntly, I hope you can leave here as soon as possible."

The slippery ghost was not angry, and stood on the stool beside him, "You are much more restrained than the girl before. You said you are friends, well, it's not bad."

Manzhu was surprised and asked, "Sir, have you seen Zou Zhou himself?"

The slippery head smiled wildly, and forgot to look for wine, nodding like pounding garlic:

“That’s right.”

After saying this, he did not hear any other answers. Manzhu turned her head and thought.

Until now, he had never heard Zou Zhou's voice, let alone saw people. Manzhu felt strange. He looked at the casually-behaved ghost, but Manzhu didn't see any of it. The things in his hand were stared firmly by the ghost's eyes. Manzhu placed the bamboo basket on the table in front of the ghost.

"I brought a roast chicken and beef ingredients. Since you are here, I'll call Zou Zhou and the others to come and eat it together." Manzhu opened the bamboo basket, and the light of his eyes was looking at the slippery ghost.

"It seems that I'm really lucky this time. I've made a meal before, but I didn't expect that there are big meals and fine wine waiting for me now, hahaha." The slip-headed ghost said with a saliva, and after erasing it, he continued: "That girl has already taken her little boy out to do business. Now I'm the only one here. If you don't dislike me, please go with me to finish it."

After saying that, the slip-headed ghost had already reached out to grab the golden wings that had passed the exam, pulled it gently, and stuffed it into his mouth with the wings. He didn't chew too much, and swallowed it with the belt and bones. "Yeah, this roast chicken is really amazing, the meat is very tender, and it melts into his heart when he eats it in his mouth. Girl, try it." The slip-headed ghost handed another wing to Manzhu.

"No need." Manzhu quickly retreated.

Manzhutian grew a good-tempered face. Although she had already shown disgust with the slippery ghost, the person involved did not notice it at all and continued to bury his head and eat.

Manzhu didn't have Gu Zhulanzi's food. She felt sorry for the good wine she had brewed for a hundred years, so she picked up the wine jar, "You just care about eating and not telling me where Zou Zhou is going. I'll ask you clearly. I'll give these foods to you."

The slippery ghost pretended not to hear it. The two hands that were so oily that were covered with calluses were covered with calluses. They touched Manzhu's face in front of Manzhu without any particularity. As if they knew that Manzhu hated this, they became even more casual.

When the slip-headed ghost chased out because of the wine, Manzhu had already gotten into the carriage driven by the girl Yinwuge and walked away. The slip-headed ghost felt that it was a pity that the bottle of high-end daughter Hong had no chance to enter her stomach. After returning to the house, she was happy to look at the bamboo baskets of food. She thought that there was no wine and she didn't feel energetic. The slip-headed ghost had a petite figure, searched from the main hall to the bedroom to the storage room, and finally thought of the kitchen, and her whole body squeezed into the cabinet, and searched the upper floor to find the lower floor. When the slip-headed ghost was holding a bottle of Japanese sake, don't say how excited she was.

The carriage was walking in the snow, and the girl sitting in front of her turned around and saw her master dazed at her fingers, moved her body, sat close to Manzhu, holding Manzhu's hand, "Sister Manzhu, you'd better put on a shawl. Look at your hands, it's colder than the snow outside."

Manzhu raised her eyes and smiled slightly, "I'm not cold, I'm so anxious now. I don't know where Zou Zhou and the others are going? If I go to find Lord Yan Mo, I'd tell me."

"Sister Manzhu is looking for the adult who looked for last time?"

"Well, that's right." Manzhu also answered anxiously.

Wan'er remembered the master who came to look for his master last time, but she felt that she shouldn't be so worried about him. But what she saw was true.

After Manzhu moved to Yinwu Pavilion, all the girls who were familiar with taking care of her were transferred away. Yan Luo casually sent Wan'er to Manzhu. Manzhu likes quietness and is quite homeless. She usually likes to paint, write, tease birds, and sit in the pavilion to do needlework... Although it is common to go out like this, even if it is not called to the twin hall, she usually doesn't go out a step. With this change, Wan'er knows the reason for this. When she sees Manzhu, she feels like it. It is the kind of thing that can become a good friend. So she silently asks Manzhu to talk to him, actively speaks what she thinks, and pays attention to Manzhu at all times.

Facts proved that Wan'er was not wrong. In front of Manzhu, she was never a little maid or attendant. She ate, lived, traveled and created joy. Only they themselves knew how happy it was.

Wan'er was worried that Manzhu's cold physique could not bear the coldness, so she put the shawl on Manzhu's body very well, and got closer, hugging Manzhu's shoulders, "Sister Manzhu accept you, don't worry. When we return to Yinwuge, I will go and ask A Ping and Ma Hou immediately. If they don't know, I will go and inquire with other ghosts. No matter what, I can find some useful information."

Manzhu nodded gratefully, "Wan'er, you are so nice. It's my luck to have you by my side."

"No matter what, I'm willing to do these things for you. Sister Manzhu just needs to worry."

Wan'er often takes the initiative to help Manzhu run errands. In order to relieve Manzhu's fatigue and boredom, Wan'er is willing to go out for a walk and bring back some delicious, fun and good stories to Manzhu. Wan'er is very relieved to go out for Manzhu.

The carriage had just stopped, and the horse stayed in the distance, lowering its head and eating snow. Wan'er helped Manzhu get out of the carriage and returned to Yinwu Pavilion. Without delaying for a while, she quickly turned around and stepped onto the carriage again, "Big Head, turn around, let's go to the intersection of the Cross Ghost Street."

Tattatata...

The sound of horse hooves was very crisp on the thick ice and snow. Wan'er shook his head and eyes searched.

A Pang is also the Niu Tou, who serves as a patrol and a yamen runner who fled prisoners. If it is peaceful, he will guard the gate of the underworld or the twin hall.

There has been nothing big or small recently. The prisoners who are locked in hell are quite at peace. It is amazing that one or two prisoners occasionally feel like they can escape from prison. In the same way, the prisoners are obediently returning to their place.

This makes me feel quite leisurely. The two of them are shopping. Although they don’t know what to buy, they will be happy both physically and mentally when they walk around.

"Big bull! Stupid horse! Stop."

The dark horse named Big Head stopped a distance from A Bang's arm, and the snow slag on the raised front hooves was thrown on A Bang's face. A Bang looked at A Bang's embarrassing smile.

Wan'er was a little amused and got off the carriage, "Silly horse head, don't laugh anymore. I have something important to ask you now. Do you see Lord Xie Bi'an or an adult with short hair and handsome and small hair?"

After A Pang finished patting the snow slag on his body, he stared at A Ma who was also confused and began to scratch his ears and cheeks. A Ma was confused and confused, and his confused little eyes gradually became clear. He just looked at Wan'er, and the next second he was like patting his head hard.

"Look, I think you guys are constipated if you don't know."

Seeing that the two of them had big faces flushed and sometimes they kept saying a word, it was also funny when they spoke.

"Wan'er, your mouth is so bad, we both are thinking."

"That's right, no matter where you are wandering, it's not one after another. How can we cover everything?"

Ama explained to his brothers.

"Seeing your appearance, there is no hope. I'll ask other ghosts now."

Wan'er rode on the horse this time, and Ama finally thought of something and stopped in front of the horse. Datou stopped obediently when he saw it.

"Last night, I saw a little ghost walking towards the desolate grassland. At that time, I was rushing home and didn't come forward to see what happened. Wan'er, can you know each other?"

After Ama said this, Apang also remembered, "Yes, yes, yes, my eyes are better than Ama, and that back looks very similar to the little devil who followed the two adults Hei and Bai Wuchang before."
Chapter completed!