long night walk

Chapter 262 The filial and filial child of the Fang family
The more I think about it, the more unhappy it is!
Fang Geyu crumpled the letter paper, and just as she raised her hand to throw it aside, her arm froze.

strange?
Why am I so angry?

Fang Geyu suddenly woke up.

Why do you act like a fool, don't sleep for most of the night, why are you sulking over a ball of paper?
Beside the inkstone platform, the white pigeon cooed and tilted its head to look at the angry young lady.

Fang Geyu's face turned red inexplicably, she snorted in shame, and said to the immature pigeon with a straight look: "I'm not angry because those women gave him candy!"

Dove: "Cuckoo????"

Fang Geyu was annoyed, plucked a hair from its butt, and explained with great force and earnestness, "I'm angry when I wake up, and I'm only angry when you woke me up."

The innocent white pigeon whose butt was feeding blood was extremely aggrieved, and didn't dare to move while lying on the case.

Fang Geyu tried to convince himself by talking to himself, pretending to be easy to smooth out the crumpled paper in his hand: "Yes, I won't be angry for such a boring little thing."

The paper was spread out, and the series of Yingying Yanyan's names unknowingly entered Miss Fang's eyelids.

Here it is! ! !

Fang Geyu's face darkened immediately, and he tore the letter into pieces and threw it on the ground.

She stepped back with heavy steps, and huffed into the bed.

The little feet flew two shoes, and the two white and tender feet that were naked outside the quilt fluttered randomly.

She said angrily: "Tomorrow, Langaofang will be burned!"

The next day, Langaofang was naturally unharmed.

Qi returned to Qi, but Fang Geyu would not set fire to Xianling City at such a critical time.

After all, Fang Geyu was very knowledgeable and could not do such wicked things as murder and arson.

Yu'er, the maid in the Yun family's courtyard, complained to the housekeeper early in the morning, "What? Can't buy a single piece of Langaofang's cakes???"

The middle-aged butler waved his hand helplessly, made a mute gesture, and said in a low voice: "Be quiet, the noble man in the city somehow fell in love with the taste of which cake shop, early in the morning. Remove the cakes and candies in the workshop, and ordinary people like us will not think about it in the future."

Yu'er was dissatisfied: "Why is the noble person so amazing, is it okay to be so domineering?"

The middle-aged housekeeper's expression changed drastically, he quickly covered her mouth, and pointed at the sky above her head.

Yu'er's complexion also changed, and she no longer dared to speak nonsense.

If you are dissatisfied, you have to keep it clean, and who would dare to compete with that person?

Inner city, ancient temple.

Sixi's female official Qingxuan looked at the pastry boxes stacked into a hill in front of her with a speechless expression.

The fragrance of pastries is fragrant, but so many piles up into mountains, the taste is too sweet and greasy.

Qing Xuan pinched his nose and frowned, and said with some disgust: "Is this little girl from the Fang family going so crazy again?"

On the imperial case in the main hall, there is an unpacked box of hawthorn toffee, and a clear voice is vague, as if biting something, and the voice drifts down: "He is a filial good boy."

It's night, the lonely moon and the lonely star.

There was no one around Baili'an, and he was independent in front of the gate of the Yun family's mansion. Above his head, the sky above the night sky.

The mansion was quiet, but it was as if dead, with no life at all. In the gatehouse, there was no candle light, no one dared to light the lamp, and no one dared to make a sound, as if they were afraid of offending some bad luck.

Only under the plaque of the mansion, there is a pearl like a night pearl, exuding a holy brilliance.

Bailian just glanced at it and knew that this was no ordinary night pearl.

The Yun family's background is not shallow, and I don't know where the shark pearls came from. It is wiped every day, and the light can be used to learn from people.

This bead can indeed ward off evil spirits, but it is of little use to a 3000-year-old ghost like You Guilang.

Suddenly, the cold and cold wind started from the end of the long street.

A big moon, as if it was dyed by the breath of a demon, the bright luster suddenly dimmed and lost its spirit.

The dark clouds are gradually rising, covering the sky and pressing the ancient city.

Shino Changfeng has become thick and stagnant.

A piercing suona sound resounded under the night sky, breaking the tranquility of the night.

A gust of gloomy wind picked up, rolling up the thick dust on the ground.

Ghost fog haunts.

Dark clouds covered the moon, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

On the street, I don't know when, there is the neighing of horses' hoofs and the sound of suona.

The blood-red apricot flowers fluttered in the night, and the smell was strong and sweet everywhere.

Bailian took his eyes back from the shark bead, and looked calmly at the ghostly welcoming team coming from the corner of the street.

The dark horse was dressed in a thick, frosty mist, with a strong ghostly aura.

A big red sedan chair was swaying, and was held against the shoulders of eight short bodies. In front of the sedan, there were two tall figures, blowing suona and pulling erhu.

Billion saw it clearly.

There are ten people in the welcoming team, but these ten people are all papery people.

The skin of the eight people carrying the sedan chair was pale and covered with a thick layer of windproof white wax.

He was dressed in the festive attire of a red-clothed servant, with two blushing blushes on both sides of his cheeks reflecting the pale face, and the stiff smiling facial features drawn with ink brushes looked stiff and funny.

As soon as the suona blew, a few paper figures jumped around, and there were round paper of ghost coins sprinkled all around.

In front of the two tall Zhizhan people, they were dressed in Lingluo red clothes, dressed as rich and noble, but they had pale faces, but they had no facial features.

After a while, the blood-stained sweet scent of apricot blossoms drifted closer.

The tall horse, the red sedan chair, stopped in front of Bailian.

The two tall and tall people were still playing the sad musical instruments that were enough to frighten people.

A short bearer came out to greet him, with a stiff and funny smile on his face, his facial features did not change at all, the scarlet mouth that was drawn did not move, but he could emit a sharp buzzing laughter: "Also Please follow the slave on the road, young master."

On the road, what road, naturally self-evident.

It seems that he had already predicted that the newcomer would inevitably swear to death, cry and struggle, and the little bearer bent over and lowered his head, and his hands hanging on both sides suddenly swelled out one-meter-long black fingernails.

Unexpectedly, Bailian looked at the faceless paper and pierced his eyes, and nodded very calmly and cooperatively.

Even very polite: "Then I will trouble you."

After he finished speaking, he was like a comfortable young man on a spring outing. He took the reins of the horse, his movements were smooth, and he was about to get on his horse.

At the same time, the eight bearers raised their faces with unchangeable smiles, and looked at Bai Li'an with a fixed expression. The smiling ink carbon eyes showed a bit of surprise.

They had never seen such a good young man who actively went in and begged for death in all these years.

(End of this chapter)