Nie Xiaoqian had an idea in her mind and decided to stay in Guobei County for some days to write this novel.

Next she went to Youyou Huazhai, not far from Siyizhai. She had a golden house in the painting and Yan Ruyu in the painting, a painting shop specializing in painting.

The boss of Youyou Huazhai is a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf. He has a dog skin ointment on his forehead, his eyes are stolen, and he has two horoscopes of rat whiskers under his nose. It is similar to the owner of the painting stall that Nie Xiaoqian saw in the movie.

In this society where people laugh at the poor but not the prostitute, it is natural for people to dislike the poor and love the rich, but Nie Xiaoqian is not going to pay if she wants to take away his father's belongings from him.

The owner of Huazhai’s residence was not here. Seeing that the night was getting late and there was no business coming, he closed the store and prepared to go back to bed.

The moment he locked the door and was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing by and couldn't help but start a cold war.

"This ghost weather is cold and hot, and it doesn't make people feel at ease, or don't make people feel at ease."

The boss of Huazhai sighed a few words, not knowing that there was a ghost in his Huazhai.

I have never heard of ghosts blowing lights. I have never heard of ghosts lighting lights.

The painting camp was dark and the lights were bright, but Nie Xiaoqian didn't have to turn on the lights. She just relied on the ability of ghosts to see at night, so she could easily find that portrait of her.

"The world's famous mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the flowers and birds are unique. Only the beauty can be used as a whole. Even if you use Jing, Guan to splash ink, Cui, and Ai to write, you are not as good as the gathering of scholars and women."

This picture of Xiaoqian bathing hair is painted with fine and even light ink lines. Xiaoqian kneels barefoot by the water, brushes her hair with her hands, and looks elegant and quiet. The picture is elegant and mellow, revealing a gentle and graceful beauty, with a natural charm. She is so beautiful that she can see it at a glance.

Nie Xiaoqian rolled up her portrait and walked out through the window.

At this time, the lights on this street were dimming with each other, and Siyizhai was no exception.

Just so happened that she had to penetrate Siyizhai's window and enter Wang Baiwan's shop, pick up expensive ones, and take some pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Scholars cannot say stealing books, or stealing them.

For female ghosts, of course, it is not said to steal pen, ink, paper and inkstone. They should be said to rob the rich and help the poor.

She is a female ghost, and even her body does not belong to her. She is truly a clean and innocent person, and she is so poor that she has no place to stand.

Nie Xiaoqian rolled up painting scrolls, pens, inks, papers and inkstones and other works to write books and things, and went out of Siyizhai. In addition, there was another bamboo basket in his hand.

Putting the thing into the bamboo basket, she turned her slim figure, then she swayed her hairpin with her cloud bun, and instantly changed into a blue gauze skirt.

Compared with the original white and elegant appearance, it has a bit more intellectual and dignified woman like a wealthy woman. In short, it has more humanity.

If she didn't show her presence, a bamboo basket floated out of thin air on the long street in the middle of the night, afraid that she wouldn't scare the pedestrians to death. It would be a disaster if there was a ghost walking in Guobei County at night.

Now that he has shown his appearance, he can leave openly with a bamboo basket wearing various things.

Nie Xiaoqian decided to stay in the county town and naturally had to find a place to settle down. After all, ghosts are different from people and cannot stand the sun.

However, when she entered Guobei County, she didn't just go around. She also heard some news about the streets and knew a good place to go.

After leaving Wenqu Street, she walked towards Huaishu Hutong.

The night patrolman happened to pass by the alley of Huaishu Hutong. When he saw Nie Xiaoqian's graceful figure gradually fading away, he subconsciously wanted to call him "Little Lady". He thought it was dark and Nie Xiaoqian had taken the wrong path, so he accidentally broke into Huaishu Hutong and wanted to stop her.

But before the words "Little Lady" were expressed, the beautiful figure disappeared into the darkness.

"I'm dazzled with the yellow soup?" The updater burped his fill, rubbed his eyes, and murmured to himself, but he didn't dare to step into Huaishu Hutong to see what was going on.

At the end of Huaishu Hutong, there is a manor. It was originally a wealthy family named Li, second only to Wang Baiwan, and was a rich family. However, on a dark and windy night a year ago, a masked bandit was destroyed. The chickens and dogs were left, and blood even flowed to the streets, which was tragic.

Since that night, this manor has become famous far and wide, and the horror is no less than the ghost house in Lanruo Temple. It is rumored that you can still hear shouts and crying at night, and no one dares to approach it. Even several families near the manor cannot bear it and moved out of Huaishu Hutong.

At the end of the deadly alley, the gate of Lijia Manor was closed, and two broken lanterns that had been blown by wind and rain were hung on the lintel, swaying in the rustling wind.

Nie Xiaoqian frowned slightly and stood in front of the door.

I don’t know if there is a real ghost.

People are scary, and ghosts are scary?

She was not worried about being scared to death by ghosts. After all, ghosts don’t even have a true heart. They just have their shape, so where can they be scared to death?

Without pushing the door, Nie Xiaoqian remembered her and saw that no one on the left and right floated up and crossed the wall.

In the manor, the pavilions and pavilions of the past can still be seen, and the shadows are covered with shadows under the moonlight, making them look obscure and confused.

Stepping on the stone path buried by fallen leaves, she turned over a screen wall, passed a pool of dilapidated lotus, walked through the empty courtyard covered with whistle and autumn grass, and entered the manor hall. The rustling west wind blew, and the open window lattices nearby were blown to make a sound.

In the hall, Nie Xiaoqian did not feel anything particularly gloomy and obscure in the manor, and immediately understood that this haunted house was mostly absurd conjecture that was heard.

Because it is a ghost house that everyone is afraid of, the things in the house are still in the same shape as the sword and sabers at night. The moonlight passes through the leaking house, and dark blood can be seen everywhere.

Nie Xiaoqian is not Bao Qingtian who can examine the sun at night. She can't even see the sun during the day, and she is unable to find out the truth about the Li family's tragic destruction.

After passing through the hall, she arrived at an attic in the atrium.

Stand high and look far.

The moonlight is bright and like a dream. The tallest attic in this manor has a unique scenery.

Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door of the attic and saw the spider webs in the building full of dust. She frowned and frowned and frowned.

Huh, it is impossible to look brand new when a gust of wind passes, but the dust in the spider web is blown away, and it is really clear that it is much cleaner.

Hold up a slumbered embroidery stud that was slumped on the ground, sit down in front of the table that was brought to the window, take out the bamboo basket one by one, and arrange it neatly.

The candlelight is lit up, the inkstone on the water is bright, the thick ink is opened, the thin fingers are dipped into the pen to fill, and the pen is lifted to move with a dragon and a snake.

The wind blows the clouds and the sky moves, and the water pushes the boat and moves the shore.

The knife cuts lotus root threads and keeps in love with you, and the mountains and rivers are far away.

If you understand marriage, you should take care of yourself.

Singing in Yangzhou in misty rain, a century of coincidences are surprising.

After thinking about it for a long time along the way, Nie Xiaoqian was already confident about this article, and her writing and ink were smooth all the way down, which was a poem with eight lines of essays.

Perhaps some viewers would like to ask, aren’t ghosts able to see at night? Isn’t lighting the light a waste of time?

Little do you know that the moon shadows and stars move, leaning against the lamps of the building, writing books will bring an atmosphere.

The classic romance drama "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal" was watched by Nie Xiaoqian when she was a child. It may be a classic, or the childhood memories are often deeper. Most of them remember the plot. There may be some omissions, but this is okay. As long as the entire framework outline is there, the details can be added and grasped by yourself.

This poem tells the story of Du Bingyan, the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Yangzhou in the early Tang Dynasty, and Li Yuhu, the daughter of the martial arts family in the east of the city, had to get married because of the reasons of each family. Perhaps it was because of the will of God that the two families bought the same wedding dress for their daughters, or got married on the same day.

The two girls were getting married and it happened to rain heavily. When they met the fairy temple, they met each other by chance. They all told their hearts and felt sad. They knew each other. A married three young master from the Jinzhou Ju Shang Qi Mansion was a sick man who was happy and always had a sick man. A future husband was a general guarding the border. He was a favorite minister of the dynasty who had killed many of his wife.

The two of them felt the same and suffered from their own sorrows, and then they became Jinlan. However, after the rain stopped, they took the wrong veil and then got into the sedan chair. The two twists and turns and crisscrossed love stories led to two tortuous and bizarre love stories.

Because of the fatigue and fatigue of the body, Nie Xiaoqian relied on her literary thoughts like a spring, and made great efforts until the rooster sang the white of the East that she reluctantly put down her pen.

It is precisely: the tangible and unshakable are revealed in people's arms, and the osmanthus flowers bloom more in autumn. I will pick up the yellow leaves on the spot and write a strange article in the village.
Chapter completed!