Holy Maiden, please be in peace

The title of Chapter 264 is called .
"Cough, boss, I want this hairpin." Lin Xun finally withdrew his hand and gave the money himself.

Although it is very expensive, but thinking of myself going to various places in the world of mortals for free drinks in the next year, it seems that these few taels of silver are nothing.

And Zhu Ling didn't say anything, but hugged Lin Xun's arm even tighter in embarrassment.

After all, this is different from being in Heiwu Secret Realm.

The big villain in the Black Wu Secret Realm has hugged himself, embraced himself, and carried himself on his back, there is no way to do it,
But now, when she thinks that she actually let this big villain touch her waist, Zhuling feels that she is so shameless.

If Grandpa finds out about this, he will definitely scold me.

"Okay, take it." Lin Xun put the hairpin into her small sachet.

"Oh, I'll go back and give you the money." Zhu Ling buried her small face in Lin Xun's arm, like a cuddly bird.

"No need, I still have some private money." Lin Xun didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward with the little white rabbit.

Along the way, Zhuling was a little silent, she seemed a little shy.

But although Zhuling was shy, she didn't let up at all in holding Lin Xun's arm.

This made Lin Xun feel a little troublesome.

It's already the time for half a stick of incense, so I have to find an excuse to go back to Shiyuan.

Otherwise, the time of half a stick of incense will pass, but the relatives are gone, which is a bit unreasonable.

At this moment, Lin Xun saw a haunted house on the side of the road.

Tickets cost twenty cents per person.

"Zhuling, would you like to go to this haunted house to play? It's very interesting." Lin Xun planned to trick the little white rabbit into it.

"Haunted house?" Zhuling hugged Lin Xun's arm even tighter, "The voice timidly asked, are there ghosts in the haunted house?"

"There are no ghosts, they are all pretended by others, which is very interesting." Lin Xun continued to fool around.

"Wouldn't that be scary?"

"It's okay, it's a little exciting, but I'm by your side."

Lin Xun saw that the little white rabbit was slightly shaken, and continued to increase his strength.

"The haunted houses in Los Angeles are very famous. If you don't go to the haunted houses during the Ice and Snow Festival, you will definitely regret it. Besides, you are a cultivator of immortality. You have seen them all. Are you afraid that the fake ones won't work?"

"Then" the little white rabbit raised its head glutinously, "Then let's take a look. Just a moment!"

"Well, just one click!"

Taking advantage of Zhuling's promise, Lin Xun hurriedly paid the money and went in.

In the haunted house, it was pitch black, and occasionally the screams of the couple in front could be heard, which made Zhu Ling tremble and wanted to run back.

But with a "click", the entrance at the back has already been closed
Zhuling was so frightened that she buried her head in Lin Xun's back.

"Zhuling, it's okay, let me go first, what if something really scary later, you hold me like this, and I can't use my fists, what should I do?"

"." The staff in the dark part of the haunted house frowned slightly, "You still want to hit us with feelings?"

"Then, then you go slowly."

"Don't worry, I'm slow."

"Ah."

Zhuling clung to Lin Xun, tightly pulling on Lin Xun's clothes.

Soon, Lin Xun and the little white rabbit came to the first scene.

The first scene is a wedding banquet.

It's just that at the wedding banquet, the faces of all the guests were pale, and there was a weird atmosphere between talking and laughing.

It was obviously a red festive ribbon, but it was too red, as if the ribbon was so red that it was about to bleed.

Soon, the bride and groom came out.

It's just that the bride and groom are carried out by two coffins.

It's a ghost marriage.

"Come, come, come, the visitor is a guest, sit and sit." An old man who looked very strange pulled Lin Xun and Zhu Ling to a table.

In the end, Lin Xun brought Zhuling to the children's table.

But the moment Zhu Ling let go of Lin Xun's clothes, the scene suddenly darkened.

The next moment, when the candles were lit one after another to illuminate the whole scene, Zhu Ling found that Lin Xun beside him had disappeared.

In a secret room of the "Mr. Lin" haunted house, Lin Xun is with the owner of the haunted house.

"Help me delay my friend's time." Lin Xun gave the boss a new haunted house design plan, "Remember, don't scare her too much, my friend is timid, just let me get lost appropriately."

"Don't worry, I will greet the staff and try my best to delay the time for you."

"En." Lin Xun nodded, and took out a small picture from his arms, "Then why did I come to your place with a female friend tonight?"

The owner of the haunted house took the scroll and carefully put it in his arms: "Is Mr. Lin coming tonight? No?"

"very good."

Lin Xun didn't say any more, left from the safe passage, and rushed to the poetry garden.

At this time, the poem writing in the Poetry Garden is coming to an end. After the poems are finished, all the talented scholars will go to the inner garden to participate in the poetry feast, and appreciate the poems together.

"Mr. Lin, you are finally back."

Seeing Lin Xun, Xiao Fang, who was about to cry, hurried forward.

It is not the first time she has served talented scholars who participated in the poetry meeting.

However, Lin Xun was really the first one who ran out and didn't come back until the last moment during the very short time of composing the poem.

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it timed out yet?"

Lin Xun took the pen and paper from the hand of the maid, and wrote down directly, oh no, it was copied.

Seeing the presentation of each word, the maid Xiaofang's eyes gradually changed from worrying about the urgency of time to calmness.

Then gradually from calm to surprise.

In the end, he went from being surprised to stunned, and even looked at the verses on the white paper of the desk, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Xiaofang is only literate, and has a little understanding of poetry. She can't judge the quality of anyone's poetry, and she doesn't know how to really judge the quality of a poem.

But Xiaofang likes this poem very much.

Even if the adult from the Hanlin Academy didn't like it, he liked it very much, and even had the urge to read it several times and write it down immediately.

"Sir, is this a brand new brand name?"

After a long time, Xiaofang came back to her senses and looked at Lin Xun longingly.

For the first time, Xiaofang felt that the man in front of him was so handsome, almost glowing faintly.

"Yeah." Lin Xun nodded, "The name of the Cipai is "Qing Yu Case."

"Then sir, what is the name of the question?" Xiaofang carefully wrote the words "Sapphire Case" on the wooden sign.

"Title."

Unfortunately, Lin Xun found that he forgot the title of Xin Lao's poem.
Lin Xun put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and tried hard to recall what the inscription was.

But in the maid's eyes, Lin Xun's deep eyes and thoughtful brows are still so handsome!
This gentleman must be thinking of a beautiful title
For a long time, Lin Xun really couldn't think of the original title, and the time for a stick of incense was approaching, so Lin Xun had to look away from the starry sky:
"The title should be called 'Wang Xing'."

(End of this chapter)