When The Flowers Falls, I’ll See You Again

Chapter 15 The Night in the Deserted Garden

Seeing the difference in her eyes, the noble man couldn't help but be a little surprised, then frowned slightly, a look of contempt flashed in his handsome eyes, obviously it was not the first time he was seen by a girl, but the way he behaved was different, reserved A self-respecting girl would never stare at a strange man so unblinkingly, she would not be ashamed, let alone a serious girl who would go out alone to spend the night in the wild.

"Master, is there really a goblin?" A girl curiously wanted to see, but she didn't dare to go forward. She just hid behind him and stuck her head out to look inside the door. With a soft voice, she was really a little bird. .

Only this kind of woman can arouse the love and affection of men. Your son's face is sideways, his eyes are still a little harsh, but his voice is much softer: "What a fairy, it's just a girl, don't follow them and talk nonsense, you two go first. Clean up the room and I'll come."

Hearing these words, Hong Ning immediately returned to her senses and smiled sadly. It wasn't him, he wouldn't be so nice to other women. When he was entangled with them, he would only slowly raise those beautiful and indifferent eyes, and unceremoniously make them "go away" without any pity. demeanor.

That noble son coaxed away his concubine, turned to see her smiling at him, and did not get up to greet him, he was even more unhappy, and reluctantly handed over his hands as a salute: "Xia Yang Zhen, a native of the capital, passing by on business, just because it was getting late, I want to spend the night here and leave tomorrow, I hope the girl can make it easier."

Hong Ning frowned, did not answer immediately, and looked at everyone.

Walking in business is still so eye-catching, doesn't it say "I have money to grab it"? These entourages did not look like ordinary masters at first glance. They thought that they were the children of officials in the capital who went out to do business, and they did not want to reveal their identities, and used the pretext of "doing business".

Originally came for a special purpose, but now there are suddenly more of these people, it will be a lot of inconvenience to handle the incident at that time, and this matter is dangerous, and there may be an accident, because seeing that he looks a bit similar to Bai Ling, Hong Ning. Soft-hearted, he didn't point out his lies, shook his head and reminded: "This place is too simple, and there is a farmhouse on the top of the hill in front of you. You may be able to arrive at night. Why don't you go there to spend the night."

No matter how confused people were, they could hear that this meant rejection, and everyone looked at Yang Zhen.

This yard is clearly unowned, and because the other party came first, he greeted him as a courtesy. Unexpectedly, he was rejected unreasonably, and Yang Zhen's face suddenly did not look good: "Dare to ask if the girl is the master here?"

Encountering such an autocratic person, Hong Ning knew that it was useless to say any more, so she simply said: "Young Master Yang must stay here, please, but this place is very dangerous, you must be careful about everything." She deliberately increased the "dangerous" Two words.

Everyone was very uneasy when they heard about the history of this yard before, but now hearing her say that, a servant couldn't help but persuade: "Sir, this yard is probably a bit strange, since there is a farm on the hilltop, I'm still worried if I can't find it. Going to stay at a country gentleman's house? Why don't you hurry up as soon as possible..."

Yang Zhen endured his anger and looked at Hong Ning coldly: "Since it's dangerous, why does the girl want to stay here?"

Hong Ning did not answer.

"What are you afraid of!" A green robe guard stood up and said loudly, "The little girl dares to live here, so many of us, what if there are ghosts?" He glanced at the red inside the door. Ning glanced, his eyes were ambiguous: "Maybe that ghost is a beautiful girl! Zhao has the intention to meet her for a while, but I am afraid that she will not dare to come!" Yan Bi laughed.

The crowd laughed along.

Seeing that his words were provocative, Hong Ning frowned.

It is not uncommon for men to have fun outside. Yang Zhen has a special status, and he has already married a wife and a concubine. He also believes that this woman is not serious, so he dismisses the rudeness of his subordinates and reprimands: "Don't clean up!"

The crowd did not dare to say any more and dispersed.

"It's clear that someone committed a murder back then, and used ghosts and gods to cover it up, so it's mysterious and nonsense!" Yang Zhen snorted coldly, "I was frightened by just a few words, a bunch of rice buckets!"

Does this imply that he deliberately used words to scare people? Hong Ning looked at his back and sneered, what's wrong with having more bait, you have to send it up to help, why should I be polite.

The night curtain was drawn, and there was no moon, but the wind was a little strong, blowing the trees outside the wall rustling.

The candles were already ready, and after lighting, the room was filled with shadows, a little empty, but there was a lot of noise outside the window. The group of people had already started a fire, sitting in the yard roasting game, eating dry food, drinking and laughing.

There were a lot of people tonight, and I was afraid that the wrong thing would not come out. Hong Ning was disappointed, turned around and took out the manuscript of Wenxin from the bag, ignoring the content of the practice, and only took the new spells and techniques recorded above to study.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Hong Ning was alert and looked up to see that the person who came was the green-robed guard surnamed Zhao during the day.

"Zhao Xing, a native of the capital," the guard introduced himself with a smile and bowed in salute, "It's so lively outside, why is the girl so bored in the room alone?"

Hong Ning had already guessed the purpose of his visit, and was silent.

Seeing that she was not scolding, Zhao Xing was even more relieved, looked around, and sighed: "The girl is so wronged to be alone. If there is any difficulty, feel free to speak. As long as Zhao can do it, he will do his best."

Hong Ning nodded: "Thank you."

No matter how savage and fierce women are, they will show a bit of softness in the light, not to mention that there is a beautiful girl in her jasper age in front of her. At this time, against the shadow of candles, she only thinks that the color is more gorgeous than during the day. Zhao Xing swallowed her saliva. , more courageous, went up to hold her hand: "If the girl..."

The smell of alcohol was suffocating, and Hong Ning retreated quietly.

Realizing that he was impatient, Zhao Xing hurriedly put his hand away and said sternly: "Although Zhao is not talented, his family is barely able to get by, and now he works with the son, he can be considered a person in the capital, if the girl has nowhere to go. , may as well..."

Hong Ning interrupted him with a smile: "Want me to go back with you?"

Zhao Xing's eyes lit up: "I see that the girl is lonely and helpless, it is really pitiful, it is better to find a place to return early, my wife is virtuous, as long as you answer me, in the future How about giving you enough food and clothing to wear gold and silver?"

Hong Ning pondered for a moment, walked slowly to him, raised her face: "Yes, then I will follow you."

When things went so well, Zhao Xing was overjoyed, and stretched out his arms to hug her: "Since you are willing to follow me, why don't we go first..." The smile suddenly froze, his face gradually turned pale, and his eyes opened wider and wider, revealing countless fears. Color, the hands stretched out in the air can no longer fall.

Red raised his eyebrows.

After a long while, his throat moved twice, and Zhao Xing finally squeezed out a hoarse voice: "Ghost... there is a ghost! Come on!"

Seeing that he stumbled and ran out, Hong Ning calmly sat back at the table and continued to read.

After a short while, a group of people gathered outside the door. Among them, a dozen or so holding knives and swords looked in the door nervously, but found that Hong Ning was still sitting in the room and reading a book, seemingly unresponsive to the outside world. all puzzled.

No abnormality was found, and the two forced Zhao Xing to drag him: "The girl is there well, what's the ghost, where is the ghost?"

That Zhao Xing only glanced at the door, then immediately backed away, pointing at Hong Ning and said in a trembling voice: "She! It's her, she's a ghost!"

The candlelight reflected the profile of the face, the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the lips, and the chin outlined soft lines. The woman at the table looked more demure and a little indifferent, but it couldn't be related to the legendary "ghost". Everyone took a closer look. After a long while, he gradually became impatient and annoyed: "Boss Zhao, you are dazzled!"

Originally, he wanted to tease and play wild food for the sake of a little sex, but as he stretched his arms around him, the beautiful girl in front of him suddenly turned into a female ghost with purple face, sharp eyes, and a long tongue. Zhao Xing He almost lost his soul from fright, but now he was scolded for dazzling eyes, and he became anxious, patted his chest and swore: "I just saw her transform with my own eyes, when was my Zhao Xing's eyesight so bad! She is that The haunting female ghost!"

With such a loud voice, the girl in the room must have heard it. It was too much to call someone a "ghost", and everyone felt embarrassed.

Someone coughed and laughed softly: "The strange way just disappeared, it turned out to be running into the girl's room, didn't you want to catch a ghost and let us all see it, but now you're treating the girl as a ghost and didn't scare the urine out, you know The ghost is in my heart."

Everyone understood that he had suffered a loss, and they all laughed secretly.

Zhao Xing blushed and said angrily: "You say, how can a girl live alone in this wild? Everyone here is dead, but she is alive and well, this is too weird! She was born so delicately. , if it is not a ghost, it must be a goblin, so why not take her down and interrogate her!"

The girl inside is at most sixteen or seventeen years old, but her words and deeds are very unusual. She dares to live in a haunted house alone. There is such a big noise outside, but she sits peacefully. Just this calmness is not something ordinary people can do. . Everyone also began to be surprised, looking at Hong Ning from a distance, some nodded, some shook their heads, and some whispered.

"Sir." Someone stepped aside.

It turned out that everyone was crowding around here and making noise, which had already disturbed Yang Zhen in the room. At this time, he had changed into a white robe, and the tailoring and workmanship were very elegant. .

He first looked at the crowd: "What's so noisy."

"Master, that girl is..." Zhao Xing rushed up to report. Halfway through speaking, he suddenly remembered that he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and hurriedly swallowed the word "ghost" back, hesitating, "She... knows magic tricks, and the way is wrong."

"What's the matter?" Yang Zhen asked everyone in a deep voice, but his eyes stared straight at Hong Ning inside. His beautiful face was vaguely strong, not as submissive and pitiful as other women. I'm very disgusted, and now that something has happened, I take it for granted that it's her problem.

Hong Ning just read the book by candlelight, ignoring it.

Someone hurried forward and reported the matter roughly.

How could Yang Zhen not be clear about the virtues of his subordinates, but now that a big man is frightened by a little girl, it is too strange, he naturally doesn't believe that it is Zhao Xing's dazzling eyes, and he doesn't believe that there are ghosts, so he frowns: "Girl Why are you making fun of him?"

Hong Ning then glanced at him and said lightly, "Now he is making noise and disturbing my tranquility. Why did Young Master Yang ask me instead of questioning his subordinates first?"

Yang Zhen's face sank like water: "Since he is my subordinate, naturally we have to figure it out so that he will not be teased for nothing. There is only the girl here..."

Hong Ning put down the scroll: "Is Young Master Yang interrogating me?"

"Don't dare," Yang Zhenquan showed no guilt. "There may be some misunderstandings, but it's really other people pretending to be ghosts and finding out the truth, which is also good for the girl."

Hong Ning looked at him coldly: "Now that there are so many of you, Young Master Yang must protect his shortcomings and bully others, what I say is useless; if Young Master Yang still knows the word 'reason', now your subordinates are trespassing in my room , and calling me a ghost and ruining my reputation is too rude, is Young Master Yang apologizing to me?"

Yang Zhen pursed his lips tightly, and anger faintly rose in his eyes.

Hong Ning said: "A man broke into my room at night and asked me to go back with him. Where did he get the courage? I didn't think that people in business would also have such a domineering thing."

Yang Zhen immediately glanced at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing did not dare to speak.

Yang Zhen quickly regained his composure, and handed over his hands: "The discipline is not strict, I just apologize to the **** his behalf." Before Hong Ning could speak, he snorted again, with a slightly disdainful tone: "But as the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, and flies don't stare at them. A seamless egg, a person who cleans himself, keeps away from right and wrong, and the girl should understand this truth." The irony in the words is obvious, obviously implying that she is not self-respecting and invites flirting.

Hong Ning sneered when she heard the words: "That's just the opinion of the flies. It's too incompetent to see the eggs, so I can only wait for the flies to choose whether to bite or not."

Yang Zhen was stunned.

"I don't understand Young Master Yang's logic. His own dog ran out and bit someone, but he blamed others for not going far?" Hong Ning started to organize the manuscript page by page, without looking at him, "The eggs are seamless, they are not Let the flies sting casually, and the eggs will take the initiative to teach those self-righteous flies, there are right and wrong in the world, why should you hide?" After a pause, she straightened up: "I'm going to rest, if Young Master Yang is fine, it's still early. It's better to go back home."

No woman in her life has dared to refute her on the spot, and she has never been scolded like this. Yang Zhen's face was ashen, he said "disturbed", and left with a swirl of his sleeves.

The yard was quiet, and everyone was at a loss.

Hong Ning remembered something, turned her face and said: "This place is dangerous, you better be careful tonight, and never act alone."

The dark night and the rustling wind made this sentence sound a bit more mysterious, with a hint of prophecy and warning, which made people subconsciously dare not take it as a joke, even though it was only a little girl who spoke.

It was clearly his own person who was rude and offended, but now the other party doesn't care about it and doesn't talk about it. Instead, everyone is a little ashamed. I don't know who took the initiative to say "thank you", and then they each dispersed.

In the middle of the night, the sound of "shasha" sounded, the fire in the yard was about to go out, the smoke burst, the ground was wet in the fire, and it was actually raining lightly.

The door opened, and a figure came out of the room cursing, groping towards the direction of the thatched hut.

A cool breeze came.

When he was about ten paces away from the thatched hut in the corner, the man suddenly realized something, stopped, and became uneasy.

There is clearly a high wall blocking it. Logically speaking, there should be no wind blowing in this direction... Thinking of the legend of the day, he stood there for a while, looking at the dark door of the thatched hut, hesitating whether to move forward.

Just as he was in a dilemma, a pair of hands quietly stretched out from behind and gently wrapped around his neck.

The slender and flexible hands looked exceptionally white in the dim light, with a delicate luster, flawless.