Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 23
When questioning, he quietly tilted the umbrella towards the woman.

The woman was soaked by the rain at first, but she didn't realize it, but when Zhan Zhao helped her cover the umbrella, she immediately noticed it, and she felt warm in her heart, looked up, and said softly: "Master Zhan, thank you you."

Zhan Zhao originally thought that he did it without showing any traces, but he felt a little embarrassed when he heard the woman point it out.The woman said: "Master Zhan, my name is Hongluan. You may not know me, but I do know you... After Mr. Wen Gu took charge of Xihualiu, he replaced most of the former disciples. There are only a few, and I am one of them... I used to follow the Duanmu Sect master."

When Zhan Zhao heard her mentioning Duanmucui, he felt mixed feelings, and was so overwhelmed with thoughts that he couldn't speak.

"Master Zhan, we all know that you and the head of the Duanmu sect are very good friends. After the accident in Wenshui, the head of the sect..." Hong Luan was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly saw that Zhan Zhao was in a daze, and he stopped immediately Huatou said anxiously, "Master Zhan, did I say something wrong?"

Zhan Zhao was startled, and then he came to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "It's so late, Miss Hongluan, let's go back and rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, knowing that leaving like this was a bit unreasonable, she still smiled at Hongluan apologetically and turned around to leave. After walking a step or two, she stopped and said to Hongluan: "It's easy to catch a cold when you get wet, take care of me, girl." Own."

Hongluan was stunned for a while, and then realized that Zhan Zhao asked herself to open the umbrella, subconsciously clenched the umbrella in his hand, just nodded, seeing Zhan Zhao walking away, couldn't help but say, "Lord Zhan."

Zhan Zhao stopped, and saw Hong Luan rushing over, bit his lip, and said in a low voice, "Lord Zhan, if possible, don't conflict with Xi Hualiu again...Kaifeng Mansion will never gain anything."

Zhan Zhao's heart trembled, sharpness gradually appeared between his brows and eyes, and he said, "Miss Hongluan, what do you mean..."

Hongluan looked around, showing a feeling of embarrassment, and lowered her voice: "I don't want to say too much, Young Master Wen Gu... In short, Mr. Zhan, you just have to be careful."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhan Zhao's answer, he quickly walked into the alley.

Zhan Zhao thought for a moment, he was going to return to Kaifeng Mansion the same way, he took a step or two, then suddenly turned back to the west.

After all, it’s time to visit Duanmu Thatched Cottage.

At the beginning, Duanmucui went to Ludi to look for the pot left by Yi Ya, before leaving, he said: "Zhan Zhao, help me look at the house, if you have nothing to do, come and have a look."

This was entrusted by Duanmucui.

The light in Wen Guweiyu's bedroom was still on.

Hongluan's heart sank for no reason, hesitated for a while, and quietly retreated to the backyard.

Just as he was about to step through the moon gate, a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Why, are you so afraid of me?"

Hong Luan froze on the spot, and it took a long time before she slowly turned her head around.Wen Guweiyu was standing at the door of the bedroom, watching her from afar.

The candlelight in the bedroom was faintly yellow, coating Wen Gu Weiyu's whole body with a layer of soft luster.

"Sect Master," Hong Luan's voice was a little confused and flustered, "I thought it was so late, and the Sect Master was already asleep."

"Really?" Wen Guwei remained expressionless, turned and retreated to the bedroom.

The door did not close.

By candlelight, Wen Guwei wiped the Jiaoweiqin carefully with silk, and the sandalwood incense on the table curled up, filling the room with pure fragrance.

Hongluan stood by the door, neither entering nor retreating.

After a long time, Wen Gu Weiyu raised his head and said to Hongluan: "Come here, play the "Bamboo Creek Song" I taught you earlier."

Hongluan muttered, "I... I'm not familiar with playing."

"Then play it a few more times."

The sound of the piano sounds, and the slender fingers pluck the Zhuxian.

In fact, Hongluan has already played this piece very well.

The bright moon, the bamboo forest, and the murmur of the brook, and the voiceless sounds rise from the strings, forgetting the past and the present.

Wen Guwei closed his eyes slightly, as if he was already intoxicated by the music.

Under the candlelight, Wen Guwei and Yu Junmei's pale face showed a rare softness, and it was only when he closed his eyes that he would give people this illusion - Hongluan was afraid to see Wen Guweiyu's eyes were deep but not peaceful, with countless undercurrents and gloom gushing from the bottom.

Unlike Zhan Zhao...

Yes, Zhan Zhao.

Hongluan suddenly became dazed.

Zhan Zhao's eyes are always so clear and clear, even in such a cold and rainy night, he is so warm, just looking at you, the river ice in his heart will melt...

With a tremor in his hand, the sound of the piano was chaotic.

Wen Guweiyu opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of coldness.

A chill gradually appeared all over his body, as if piercing to the bone marrow, Hong Luan's mind went blank.

In a trance, Wen Guweiyu's hand has already stroked her hair, along her face, until her neck.

"What are you thinking?"

"No...no." Hong Luan's trembling voice was barely audible.

Wen Guwei smiled slightly, and with a sudden force on his hand, he brought Hong Luan into his arms.

Hongluan's heart almost jumped out, she shrank, but she didn't dare to struggle.

Wen Gu Weiyu slowly moved closer to Hongluan's ear, and whispered in a low voice: "I want you to understand, you are just a ghost... Yingzhou doesn't care about the life and death of ghosts, and all the ghosts of Duanmu Cui Yushi were scattered by me." If you lose your soul, if you want to be wiped out..."

Hongluan muttered: "Shangxian did this, if Yingzhou finds out..."

Wen Guweiyu sneered: "How would they know? Do you want to report it?"

Hongluan flinched a bit: "No, I dare not."

"It's best not to dare, and it's best not to be half-hearted."

"I see."

"You understand?" Wen Gu Weiyu sneered, stretched out his hand to lift Hongluan's chin, "What do you understand?"

"I will not disobey the sect master's will. I will do whatever the sect master asks me to do."

"Do what I want you to do?" Wen Gu Weiyu didn't seem to believe it, "You do what I say?"

"Yes."

"Won't you defy?"

"will not."

Wen Guwei smiled secretly, and slipped his fingers into her clothes: "What if I want you to accompany me?"

Hong Luan tremblingly said: "I will do whatever you want me to do."

Wen Gu Weiyu's eyes revealed a sad look, he stood up slowly and said: "You have been with Duanmucui for so long, and you haven't even learned her temper."

Looking down at Hong Luan, a fierce look suddenly appeared in his eyes, he raised his foot, and kicked Hong Luan hard in the heart.

Hongluan has not yet come to her senses, she only felt a huge pain in her heart, she flew out, hit the wall heavily and rolled down again, her limbs and bones were in unbearable pain for a while.

When trying to raise his head, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see Wen Gu Weiyu's face clearly, so he said coldly: "You are just a lowly spirit, what qualifications do you have to serve me?"

In the shadows, she saw Wen Guwei and Yu Zhong sitting down in front of the desk again, flicking her fingers, a piece of "Bamboo Stream Song" was like flowing clouds and flowing water, winding and winding.

In fact, Hongluan has already played this piece very well.

Because Duanmucui once taught her to play.

Naturally, Wen Guweiyu played very well, but he was not as good as Duanmucui.

Just after passing the Duanmu Bridge, the fence gate creaked open.

Zhan Zhao stood in front of the door for a long time, the Duanmu thatched cottage was pitch black, those lamps and candles were probably asleep, it's better not to disturb them.

After the Duanmu Thatched Cottage was abandoned, there was a homeless man who slept in the middle of the night. He was okay in the first half of the night. When he slept in the second half of the night, he suddenly heard a loud noise. When he opened his eyes to see it, he was almost scared to death. hut.

When I talked about it afterwards, I was still in shock, and said: "You didn't see the scene at that time. I don't know when the room was full of lights. There was a blue and white porcelain bowl leader with a gap, and a team of dishes and bowls chased me behind. Somehow, a knife flew out of the kitchen, and after chasing me, I chopped it. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have lost my life there..."

Once passed on ten times to hundreds of times, no one dared to violate Duanmu thatched cottage.

Zhan Zhao smiled, but couldn't stop the sadness in his heart, and was about to leave quietly, when he suddenly found that on the low courtyard wall, the blue and white bowl was sleeping soundly with his knees hugged.I don't know how long it slept there, it must have been a long time, because the rainwater in the bowl was almost overflowing.

"Little Qinghua," Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and pushed the blue and white bowl, "Why did you fall asleep?"

The boss of the blue-and-white porcelain bowl grunted reluctantly, turned over and continued to sleep, making people want to hold his forehead and sigh for him--turning over should also consider his own body shape-so our little blue-and-white bone rolled down the courtyard wall.

Thanks to Zhan Zhao's quick eyesight and quick hands, he caught Xiao Qinghua.

Scared by this, the blue and white porcelain bowl finally woke up, rubbed his eyes, and saw that Zhan Zhao was in front of him, and couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.

"Why are you?" Xiao Qinghua muttered.

Zhan Zhao put the little blue flower back on the courtyard wall: "It's not me, who do you think it is?"

"I thought it was my master." Xiao Qinghua stood on the courtyard wall, put one hand in front of her eyes, stretched her neck to look into the distance, and then sat back to her original place resentfully.

Zhan Zhao didn't know what to say, so he said after a long time, "Why did you think of your master today?"

Xiao Qinghua gave Zhan Zhao a blank look: "I wait here every day, you just don't know... I'm not like you, I only remember when I have nothing to do."

"You are the same as your master. I will be unhappy if you don't rob me." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhan Zhao's lips, but it disappeared quickly, "Xiao Qinghua, have you ever thought that if your master always..."

"Impossible, impossible!" Xiao Qinghua jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on, and tightly covered her ears with her hands, "I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to listen to you."

Zhan Zhao was silent, and it took a long time for Xiao Qinghua to calm down, glaring at Zhan Zhao angrily.

Zhan Zhao said softly, "Little Qinghua, I just hope you have a better life, life must go on."

"I don't want to talk to you." Xiao Qinghua said, "If you want to continue your life, you should forget about my master. I want to remember, and I want to continue to wait. Even if I die in the future, I am also a bowl of loyalty, my name will go down in history, and my name will go down in the history of the bowl!"

"Okay, okay." Zhan Zhao didn't engage in pointless arguments, "Then let me wait with you tonight, let's go indoors and wait?"

"Don't go."

"If you were caught in the rain and got a fever or a cold, and finally died of a serious illness, then you are a stupid bowl who died of illness, not a loyal and strong bowl that will go down in history." Zhan Zhao reminded it.

Xiao Qinghua tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally nodded: "It makes sense."

Zhan Zhao smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'll take you in."

"No need." Xiao Qinghua refused proudly, "I believe that with my own strength, I can climb down...that's how I climbed up."

"Okay then, I'll help you hold the umbrella." Zhan Zhao smiled, "Then we'll go into the house together."

The rain still didn't stop, Xiao Qinghua climbed down the courtyard wall step by step with great difficulty, slipped several times and almost fell down.Another time, Xiao Qinghua's feet were all on the ground, and only her two small arms were desperately clawing at the convex part of the courtyard wall, and finally found a place to stay again.

Looking at it, Zhan Zhao's eye sockets became wet.Little Qinghua said that it climbed up the courtyard wall and waited for Duanmucui every day, but it didn't know how it climbed up step by step with difficulty, and how it climbed down step by step with difficulty.

Little Qinghua, how can you understand that continuing your own life does not mean forgetting her.If Duanmucui is still there, she must hope that Xiao Qinghua can continue to be with Wan'er or Die'er, watching the stars and the moon by the small river, talking about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs, right?
Just tonight, no stars and no moon.

(End of this chapter)