Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 178

She caught up and asked deliberately: "My lord, don't you find it strange?"

"It's not your turn to care, let alone your turn to worry."

It's amazing that you can't answer your temper.

but……

"Ahem, the ghost-faced lord brought Mingyue here, so he is not afraid of Mingyue... leaking the secret?"

A dozen ghost-faced folding fans stood in front of her, revealing only her big eyes: "Then to prevent future troubles, should I goug out your eyes, bite off your tongue, and disfigure your hands and feet?"

"……Need not."

Zhao Mingyue, you idiot, joking with the ghost face is asking for guilt!Just as she was about to leave, the stall owner behind her shouted, "My lord, you don't have any inscriptions on your folding fan, why don't you use my painting to inscribe on the fan?"

Mingyue didn't think that a headstrong pervert like Ghost Mian was interested in writing poems and painting, so she walked forward as if she didn't hear the stall owner's call.

Ghost Face grabs her by the collar and pulls her back.

The booth is surrounded by colorful paintings and vigorous calligraphy. The calligraphy, paintings and the table in front of the stall enclose a square space. The stall owner stands inside, with rice paper and paints on the table in front of him.

The pigments to be tested have been prepared, and the inkstones of each color are arranged neatly.

But what did Ghost Face bring her here?Draw him a picture of a chicken pecking rice?
The ghost face opened the folding fan and handed it to her: "To save your life, you must not bribe me? Hurry up and write a fan."

"My lord, I don't know much about calligraphy and painting..."

"I'll give you a chance to write on the count to three."

"Hey!" People can take at least seven steps to write poems!
"one."

"..." I really saw a ghost, but what the hell is this guy, and why is he so difficult to deal with?

"two."

"!"

What the hell are you going to write?In a hurry, her mind was full of mud, and she couldn't even remember the bright moonlight in front of the bed, so she could only quickly pick up the brush and dip it in ink. At the same time as he "three", she hurriedly wrote a horizontal line on the fan.

Write first, so as not to be tortured.

Seeing her writing, the ghost snorted coldly: "Isn't this pretty fast?"

Don't have the same knowledge as him: "What does my lord want to ask?"

"Just a poem that starts with a character that starts with a horizontal line."

"..." Your request is really casual, Mingyue cast a sideways glance at him, Mingyue in front of the bed nods and turns aside.

"Give you time to count to three and drop the first word."

San has a grudge against him? !
"One, two..."

How can you count so fast! ?

This time, Mingyue hurriedly wrote the word "Ping" when his three characters fell down, and then regretted it to death. Just thought of a poem where "Chun Mian Wujue Dawn" starts with a horizontal character, but she has already written the character "Ping"!

What are the poems that start with Ping?
mediocre mediocre...

"Need to count to three for inspiration?"

Having never seen such a nasty guy, Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth and replied, "No need."

Mingyue took a deep breath, tapped the tip of the pen, and wrote an inscription on the fan that he had casually brought to hit her just now, a peach blossom was drawn on it, and a palace lantern was hung on the peach blossom.

Zhao Mingyue is not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is good at calligraphy and painting, and can be a class student with fake ones.

Even the owner of the stall praised her flowing calligraphy: "Young master's calligraphy is profound and ingenious, and his calligraphy is like a person."

It was clear that she was unwilling to write the inscription, but she was praised for her good writing, and she returned the writing like a person. Boss, you can be regarded as a little comfort to my young heart.

The boss watched her finish writing, and plausibly read:

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, and the breath is like a gossamer. There is a lingering fragrance in the air. How can I hope for a thousand gold wanderers. When the syndrome comes, it is exactly when ? When the lights are half dim, when the moon is half bright."

This is the "Zhegui Ling?" written by Xu Zaisi, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty.passion".Mingyue just read a poem before crossing, and thought it was very artistic, so she memorized it. Just now, she just thought of the poem starting with the word Ping and wrote it down.

Hearing the stall owner say this, I suddenly felt that it was very inappropriate to give ghost faces with this poem.

The stall owner finished reading and said: "It's really a good poem, Mr. Guo is really a wonderful person."

Seeing Ghost Mian reaching out to get the folding fan, Mingyue suddenly pressed his hand: "How about, I'd better buy a new fan for Lord Ghost Mian."

"Why?"

"I... didn't write well."

The ghost face looked down at Junyi's handwriting, smiled briefly, and then said in a deep voice, "You still don't take your hands away?"

Only then did Mingyue realize that her hand was pressing on the back of his hand, and quickly withdrew it. He picked up the fan, looked at the words on it, and said, "Pay."

After speaking, he took the folding fan and left again.

Mingyue gave Danmo's money to the stall owner and followed quickly: "My lord, this is not a poem I created, it is "Zhe Gui Ling Chun Qing" written by someone else, I just copied it."

Emphasizing this, it seems that she cares about the content of the poem, so why did she go when she was writing it?

"So you borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?"

Then you have to be a Buddha too!Mingyue despised her in her heart, and said in her mouth: "I don't mean anything else, I just wrote it casually..."

Ghost Face stopped and looked down at her: "It's fine if you don't say anything, but now you are in such a hurry to explain, could it be that... you use poems to hint at your yearning for me?"

"..."

It's getting darker and darker, she might as well not say anything, Mingyue raised her hand, can she just not say anything?
But the ghost face said again: "It turns out that you are not only coveting my seed..."

Mingyue was dumbfounded, yes, this bastard knew she was a girl, so... can you stop saying such indigestion-inducing words?
"People have three urgencies, I'm going to make it easier, heh, heh."

He left him with a smile on his face, and walked to the lake to breathe, or he would really be suffocated to death by that guy.Throwing two frog-jumping pebbles into the river, she breathed heavily.

After calming down, I thought of Chu Ziyan again.

Being with the ghost face made her so tense that she couldn't even think about the sad things.Then... Is it better to be sad for Chu Ziyan, or to be tortured by the ghost face?
Uh, it's not good!

Mingyue shook her head, turned around and walked back.

"Young master!"

It was Shao Yao who was selling paintings just now. He looked at her with joy, and searched for the shadow of the ghost face.

Mingyue said: "Master Qing is not here, but you, why do you have time to fool around?"

"When the paintings are sold out, come and buy something, and then go to nourish the yang energy."

Nourishing yang?

Shaoyao knew that it was the first time she came back to Jiuqu, so she patiently explained to her: "My lord, you can see that there are many human men and women here in Jiuqu?"

She was still wondering about it.

But when Shaoyao said this, she suddenly realized: "Could this be the so-called nourishing Yang Qi?"

The yang energy here does not refer to the essence of men, but the essence of human beings. Compared with demons and ghosts, living people have yang energy, which can be obtained from humans through the combination of men and women. This is very important for the cultivation of demons and ghosts. Nourishing.

Therefore, there are usually rumors of erotic ghosts or seductiveness.

Human beings who have absorbed too much yang energy by ghosts will die, so there are also sayings that people and demons cannot combine.

Shaoyao smiled and replied: "During the [-] days of the Spring Festival, different humans will be sent in for our use every day, but each human can only stay here for one night. Picking will wither humans, so they will all be sent back on time."

What does this rhetoric mean for human beings? !
Mingyue was indignant.

But looking back, if human beings contract demons or dead souls into horcruxes, isn't it driving their clansmen?It's just that people often only think from their own standpoint.

After thinking about it, she realized that she hadn't released Kong Yinxue for a long time.

In fact, it’s not that she doesn’t want to let it go, but that when the Spring Festival is approaching and the Spring Festival, Prince Yan’s mansion is very strict to prevent evil spirits from entering Jinling to make trouble due to the large number of people and Nian beasts during the New Year’s Eve, so Chu Ziyan asked her to temporarily seal the empty voice. In the name seal.

After all, there are not many Horcruxes that can still walk around in real body. Wu Xu will definitely conduct complicated interrogation when he finds out, so she didn't let Kong Yinxue come out.

However, it is estimated that Kongyinxue will be able to come out soon, because she will probably be able to get out of Prince Yan's mansion.

"Such a large-scale acceptance and repatriation of human beings, isn't it afraid that human beings will notice something?"

"No, the flow of human beings is greater during the New Year's Eve, and the people who come in are all planted with dreams. Even if you think about it, it's just a wonderful dream..."

It's wonderful, isn't that their demon's idea?

"Young Master, do you want to come with me?" Shao Yao asked.

To nourish together?

Mingyue thanked Bumin: "Xin Ling, Master Qing is still waiting, so I'll go there first...By the way, how did you know Master Qing?" She took the opportunity to inquire about Ghost Mian's background.

"Master Qing and our city lord are old acquaintances, and I was only lucky enough to meet Lord Qing once."

"Oh, what about your city lords?"

"This..." Shao Yao didn't know whether to say it or not, but since this young master came to Jiuqu City with Lord Qing, it shouldn't matter if he said this, his eyes darkened and he said, "Our city lord is no longer here."

died?

Mingyue's complexion tightened, and she apologized: "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, it happened a long time ago, well, young master, don't make Lord Qing wait, there will be a later date." Shao Yao bowed her hands to her.

Mingyue also returned the courtesy, and walked back through the crowd to find the ghost face.

The ghost face is leaning against a peach tree. The peach blossoms at night don't look very colorful, but a lantern hanging from the treetop illuminates the peach branches in a light and elegant way, and the flowers on the branches are also covered with a layer of halo.

The ghost face slightly looked down at the folding fan.

She was only a few meters away from him, a gust of evening wind blew, the lanterns swayed, and the peach branches were full. Under the dim lights, the ghost face's long black hair was also blown up by the wind, and a few strands of it messed across his mask.

Sensing her gaze, he looked up.

The crowds around were still surging, and there was a lot of people's voices, but from what he could see, it seemed that they belonged to him, but at this moment, his eyes were fixed on her face, his eyes were deep and bottomless, Mingyue couldn't help standing still, Hold your breath slightly.

A few drops of fallen flowers fell in front of him.

It was the first time Zhao Mingyue had the urge to walk over to take off his mask, and it was also the first time she had an illusion that if she went to take off his mask, he might not refuse...

When the wind picked up again, this feeling dissipated with the wind.

The ghost face also looked back at the fan, and the petals on Dongda's handwriting were blown by the wind, and the petals rolled away from the fan, revealing the complete sentence:
When did the syndrome come?When the light is half dim, when the moon is half bright.

(End of this chapter)