Chen Fusheng was awakened by a nightmare.

In his dream, he was drinking in the wind and the maid below presented a new dish.

The name of the dish is very poetic. It is called Yu Di, whose family heard of the fallen plum blossoms. It is a famous dish he carefully collected.

"We have no grudges or grudges, why do you want to kill me for a dish?"

But just as he was about to put down his chopsticks and taste them, a cow suddenly appeared on the dish plate, and he raised his head toward him and roared like thunder, which made him lose his soul.

Then he woke up in fear and felt that his throat seemed to have been burned, and it was burning. He quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took the teapot from the stove, and drank a few cups before he felt that he had relieved his long-drought thirst.

Chen Fusheng put down the teacup and applied a handful on his forehead. His sweat was full of water marks: "I think about it on the day and dream about it at night, but fortunately it was just a dream, but I took myself down."

After saying that, he screamed, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and his body was so wet and cold sweat that was scared by the nightmare, and a sense of coldness immediately made him have a cold war.

The maid who served was always alert, but she slept late last night and was at the age of thirsty sleep. She couldn't sleep in spring, so the maid who was sleeping outside was not awakened by his movements.

Chen Fusheng was too lazy to wake up the maid, so he went over and closed the window.

After closing the window and looking back, he found that there seemed to be words on the wall opposite, but the light was blurry and it was difficult to see clearly.

Chen Fusheng remembered that there was a painting hanging on the wall, but he hated the painting, so he pulled it down and the wall became an empty wall.

"Did I see it wrong?"

Chen Fusheng, who had woken up from the dream, picked up the candlestick in a daze and walked over.

But before he could walk to the wall, he snapped and suddenly a light sound came out, something fell to the ground, which scared him.

He often let out a sigh of relief and calmed himself down. He bent down and put the candlestick up.

Under the candlelight, he found a wolf hair lying on the ground that was stained with ink, and the ink marks on the wolf hair were clearly dipped ink. It was clearly the ink that had just been dipped in ink.

What's more, when and how did this good job come here from the pen holder? He just read a book last night, and didn't start writing, and the pen was hung well on the pen holder, and the pen holder was about one meter away from this side.

"Can you still fly over by yourself?"

Thinking of the depths, Chen Fusheng suddenly felt that he was all weird. He had just recovered from the nightmare. He felt the chills in his body, and his heart was irritated, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Unexpectedly, I looked up and saw the snow-white wall that should have been covered with words.

This seems to be a desperate poem. Chen Fusheng subconsciously reads the words on the wall: "Plowing smoke and plowing rain for many years, I can't sleep when I lead the broken skin. I know that I have no regrets, and I can't bear to make any contributions if I have worked."

The more I read, the more shocked I became. After finishing the four sentences, I recalled the old ox who had just questioned himself in my dream. Chen Fusheng gasped, and a cold and cold gushed up to his back, making him stiff and unable to move.

But the person couldn't move, but his eyes couldn't help but look down.

"When the slaughter is approaching, there is nowhere to escape. Don't complain about the wrongs but cry out loud. The farming field is full of strength, and the old man will take a knife to fight against the teachings."

One after another, the ink of the inscription flows down from the wall. It is as bloody as Li Bai described, the fish in the ink pond flew out of the northern seaside, and the pen tip kills all the rabbits in Zhongshan. Every word is revealed and shocking.

"Oh, I usually listen to the rooster crowing, but this night was 5th. Thousands of blue blood could not be exhausted. I would like to talk about the spring life with his glass of wine."

...

Chen Fusheng was trembling as if walking on thin ice, and reached out his hand tremblingly, and wiped the word, but the ink traces were not dry.

Clang, his left hand shook violently, and the candlestick didn't hold it and rolled to the ground, and it suddenly became dark.

"Who, yes, who is here to pretend to be a ghost, come out, come out?"

Chen Fusheng was so scared that he stuttered. He tried his best to turn his stiff neck and wanted to find the "person" who wrote this desperate poem, but the entire study was quiet and quiet, but there was no other figure.

There are swordsmen with strong martial arts skills in the Chen family's residence, and idlers cannot come in.

Chen Fusheng, who thought there were ghosts and gods secretly coveting him in the dark, thought that someone from Yu Di heard that Luo Mei caused trouble. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted in a stern manner, "Don't ask for my life, haven't I eaten you yet? Is this good? I won't eat it anymore in the future, can't I stop eating it?"

Chen Fusheng, a rich young man from the rich, had nothing to do in his life, and only had a bite to eat. In a tone with a hint of crying, he swore that he would not eat it in the future.

But after he made a vow, he thought, wouldn’t he starve to death if he didn’t eat it? No, no, at most he wouldn’t eat meat in the future and instead eat vegetarian food.

"Young Master, why did you get up before dawn?"

However, Chen Fusheng's maid and maid were finally awakened by his deep screams and walked in from the outside with the light on it.

"Oh, I'm not wearing shoes yet. Be careful of catching a cold and getting sick. I need to take medicine."

The maid saw Chen Fusheng standing there with barefoot and hair disheveled, crying and screaming like crazy, with a desolate look on his face. He hurriedly walked up and helped him sit on the bed to look for him, put on his shoes and dressed in clothes.

"Madame, have you seen the words on the wall?"

"Hey, it turns out that there are still words on the wall. When did the young master write? Is it a poem? Unfortunately, my husband cannot read and cannot understand the young master's poems. Master, you are good at learning, why don't you read a few sentences to my husband?"

There was a girl around him chattering, and Chen Fusheng finally came back to his senses from his fear.

If he had said this in the past, he would have to make a few jokes. However, at this moment, his mind was full of the cow roaring at him in his dream and the few desperate poems on the wall. He had not returned yet and had no intention of making fun of him.

He calmed down and asked, "Where is the cow I bought when I went to the countryside to celebrate the spring that day?"

The maid who had not had enough sleep was a little confused by Chen Fusheng's sudden and strange question, and was confused for a moment: "Young Master, what were you talking about?"

Chen Fusheng just murmured: "Cow, I asked the cow, is that cow still there?"

The maid was asked over and over again by him, and patted her forehead. She remembered what happened to the cow: "Of course the cow is closed in the side yard. Master, what do you ask the cow for?"

Chen Fusheng looked disbelief and stared at the maid and asked, "Did you see the cow be locked in the side yard with your own eyes?"

The maid who was cleaning up the ink traces and wolf hair on the ground casually replied: "Didn't you tell me to let me be locked up there?"

Chen Fusheng was very dissatisfied with her perfunctory behavior and wanted to find out the truth: "In other words, aren't you seen before you?"

"Did you see with your own eyes what's wrong?" The maid felt that something was wrong with the young master today.

"Of course it's important. That cow is asking me for my life. Mine is going to take a look." Chen Fusheng shouted and was about to go out.

"Hey, hey, young master, it's not dawn yet. If you run there, if there is something wrong, the lady will blame you, it will not be good."

Chen Fusheng didn't care about other things at this time. He walked out of the study room in a few steps and walked towards the side yard.

Along the way, servants came over to help guide the way with lanterns, and soon they arrived outside the side courtyard gate.

Before he entered, Chen Fusheng asked anxiously: "Is the cow in there?"

The servant smiled flatteringly and said, "Report to the young master, we are here, we will never run away."

Chen Fusheng's face looked a little better: "It's good if you are there, it's good if you are there."

Before the nightmare, Chen Fusheng just thought that the old yellow cow was very suitable to kill the waist and use it to make the jade flute. He didn't have any special feeling. But after a nightmare, his eyes when he looked at the old yellow cow changed.

Seeing a certain cow nestled on the felt without looking at the ruminating eyes. There was no panic and sadness about being slaughtered, Chen Fusheng felt that the cow was indeed very unusual and said in surprise: "This cow is not the same as the herds of animals. When ruling, there is a sense of calmness and calmness."

When Master Chen was surprised, a servant came forward and asked, "Master, do you want Zheng Tu to come?"

Chen Fusheng glanced at the servant and asked back sternly: "Why are you asking Zheng Tu to come here? Who asked you to invite Zheng Tu?"

The servant thought he didn't say it clearly: "Young Master, aren't you going to make the jade flute or plum blossom dish?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Chen Fusheng wanted to sew his big mouth up, but he was afraid that the old ox would have misunderstood when he heard it, so he quickly shouted: "For no reason, what kind of dish is your young master who is the one who is waiting for greedy people in your eyes?"

The servant was confusing.

Chen Fusheng was afraid that his explanation was not strong enough: "Greed, anger, ignorance, love, and evil are the five poisons. Don't you know? You are too greedy and will go to hell if you die in the future. You are a person who has no eyes, and you will get ten mouths by yourself."

The servant slapped himself in aggrieved manner and asked with a reluctance: "Young Master, what should I do with this cow?"

Chen Fusheng frowned and thought for a while, saying, "Of course I bought it from where I can send it back."

When Chen Fusheng said he wanted to send the cow back, the servant was shocked: "Send it back, Master, did you buy this for thirty taels of silver?"

Chen Fusheng said angrily: "Isn't this young master worth thirty taels of silver?"

"Young Master, of course you are worth thirty. Oh, your ten thousand cyclical body is of course priceless. But wasn't you just talking about the cow? Why did you talk about you again?" The servant couldn't understand why the young master was associated with the old ox worth thirty taels of silver.

"You don't have to worry. I will send the cow back to its owner in person no matter what." Chen Fusheng explained to these servants impatiently.

It was a nightmare and a desperate poem. He knew that he could not only not kill this old ox to cook, but also return it to its owner in order to calm down.

"The young master is generous and compassionate, but it's not dawn yet, should I wait until dawn before returning? And the villain remembered that it seemed that someone wanted to buy this cow yesterday. Judging from his tone, it seemed that it was the original owner of the cow." The servant said flatteringly.

"Someone came to redeem it, why didn't you say it earlier? You have to wait until this time?" Chen Fusheng said angrily.

If this old cow had been redeemed by its owner yesterday, there would be no nightmares and death poems. In the past, he would have been dreaming of endless food. However, because of this delay, he was scared to death.

"this……"

The servant was speechless.

Chen Fusheng was so upset that he was restless by nightmare and desperate poems. When the darkness before dawn was swept into it, the sky began to shine, and he couldn't wait any longer and asked the people below to arrange for him to return the cow.

Good morning and good morning!

However, after the arrangement was made, a servant came in and reported before he could go out: "Young master, the boy who wanted to buy a cow yesterday is here again."

Chen Fusheng was overjoyed and immediately clapped his hands and shouted: "Good here, please come in quickly."

After he finished speaking, he felt that it was inappropriate. It was easy to ask God to send him to him. If the old ox was reluctant to leave here, wouldn’t he be uneasy in the future? He would rather welcome his master’s gift in, entertain him well, and then give it out more steadily.

So he said again: "No, wait for this young master to greet him in person."

The guy who comes to buy a cow will naturally be safe.

Because he was worried about Nie Xiaoqian and Ah Huang, he waited for most of the night last night and fell asleep after waiting, but he didn't sleep well and woke up very early.

When he woke up, he saw that Nie Xiaoqian had not come back yet. He was very worried and hurried to the Chen Mansion.
To be continued...