I’m Determined To Be the Dark Moonlight

With a lonely mood, Wei Ying put a few books in her arms, and when she returned to the Yulu Palace, she locked herself in her room and decided to study it.

Nian Peng's literary talent is outstanding, the brushwork is delicate, and the plot is sour and sad.

Originally, Wei Ying opened the story book in the mood of "just here" and "just one glance", but it got out of hand, and she watched it with relish, but she suffered from the fact that the plot was too pure and innocent, and it was not good. It comes with sensuality and excitement.

Gong Douji: ...I didn't expect you to be able to eat your own melons!

And so delicious.

Wei Ying picked up the candle, her face was close to the page, and she tried to identify the small characters. Gong Douji was awestruck by the spirit of her disability and determination. It wasn't until she saw that her eyes were hurting and she couldn't see a word, she put down the book, put the book in her pocket, and sat on the couch in a daze, staring at the lights that were swaying constantly by the wind.

There was silence all around, and the wind was rustling outside.

Gong Douji: Host, host? Why do not you speak?

Wei Ying raised her eyebrows lazily, stretched out her index finger, and pressed it to her lips: "Shh."

Gong Douji was quiet.

But after being quiet for a few minutes, it couldn't help but ask again: Host, are you alright?

As soon as the host is silent, the system will issue a prescription. Gong Douji is very flustered now, afraid that she will make another fool.

Wei Ying smiled lightly: "Chicken, are you a small horn for ten dollars a piece, just bang bang bang bang if you have nothing to do."

Gong Douji's tone was hurt: "I'm not worried about you yet!"

Wei Ying really wanted to rub its head, and silently rubbed it in her heart, boasting: "Good tong!"

Gong Dou Ji was brooding: "I'm not ten dollars, I'm very expensive!"

It is the latest version of artificial intelligence. The company spent a lot of money to come up with it. To a certain extent, it has begun to have the way of thinking and feelings of people, which is very advanced.

After listening to Gong Douji's proud self-introduction, Wei Ying was silent for a few minutes, then smiled lovingly, "Got it, you are a high-level trumpet."

Gong Douji was very dissatisfied with this inexplicable nickname: "Hmph, I'll ignore you."

Wei Ying: "Tao Jiao's high-level trumpet."

Gong Douji: ...Huh, dog host, tui!

It was late at night, the twilight was dark, the footsteps outside the hall were getting farther and farther, and the sparse human voices were buried deep in the desolate autumn night.

The girl sat in front of the lamp, closed her cloak, picked up the prepared lantern, and walked out of the house gropingly. Not far away was a short desk. She walked straight as if she didn't see it, and she was about to trip in front of her—

"Be careful, host! Don't go straight, you have to get around." Gong Douji finally couldn't help it.

The corner of Wei Ying's mouth raised, "Do you mind me?"

Gong Douji reminisced for a long time, and knew that she had been fooled again. She silently scolded the host twice in her heart for being a dog.

Wei Ying: "Small horn? Small horn, small horn?"

Gong Douji: "Don't talk to me, I was spoiled by you!"

After speaking, it saw a strange blush on its host's face, covering its mouth and giggling.

Gong Douji: Host, what are you laughing at?

Micro-ying: cluck cluck cluck.

Gong Douji didn't understand why she smiled, but she felt that it was definitely not a good thing.

Weiying: You've been playing badly~ Hey, have a good rest.

———

The palace of autumn night is desolate and cold. The bright moon is like a hook and hangs on the branches, illuminating the deep palace towers and the coldness of the thousands of towers.

Wei Ying passed under the plane tree, and the wind slightly lifted her hair on the temples. She covered her lips and coughed twice, lowered her head, her breath was a little chaotic, her eyes were blurred, and her cheeks were slightly red. She raised her head and asked the system softly, "Chick, do I look like a delicate dodder flower?"

Gong Douji has extremely strong resilience, and quickly got out of the state of being played badly and achieved perfect self-repair: Ha

Wei Ying: Why do I always feel weak and pitiful, lonely, weak and helpless after reading the script?

Gong Douji: ...you may have misunderstood yourself.

Wei Ying held her chest and said emotionally: "After a while, the pure and flawless me will be tortured physically and mentally, and then I will be dyed black by the big dye vat of the palace, lose myself, and finally die of cold in the drifting north. In the wind, icy snowflakes splattered and covered my body, alas, the essence of purity will come and go, and I must leave it innocent in the world."

Speaking, she also left two tragic tears for her poor ending, and said sadly: "I am so miserable."

Gong Douji: ...Which book did you read just now?

Wei Ying: ""The New Snow Buries the Crying Orioles"."

Gong Douji: Don't look at it, it's stupid to look at people again.

Just when Wei Ying was still immersed in the script of abusive love and couldn't extricate herself, she suddenly heard a mournful howl—

"Damn it!"

She turned her head to look, and the familiar cry of the little **** sounded in front of her: "I was wrong, Lady Ghost, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have listened to noble Ying's words and come out late at night to make a solution, woo woo woo me, please forgive me. ."

The little **** ran away crying and shouting.

The autumn wind blows the leaves swirling in the wind.

Wei Ying stood in the swirling leaves, staring at the direction he ran away, and was silent for a long time.

Even if she becomes a ghost, she should be the most beautiful and pitiful white lotus ghost who is harmless to humans and animals! The little **** shouted in such a voice that she made a good show.

Gong Douji: "Now you are sober."

Wei Ying: "...how can anyone be afraid of Yingying, Yingying is so cute q^q."

Gong Douji: Host, I beg you, quickly collect your supernatural powers! "

Wei Ying pouted her lips, folded her hands in her sleeves, and walked towards Leng Palace. It is estimated that Xiao Liuzi will come to her again tomorrow, scaring people at night, treating ghosts during the day, successfully winning the hearts of a group of palace servants, and realizing the sustainable development of points. Life is really full and busy.

Gong Douji: "You can really comfort yourself."

Where is the dodder flower script that his host took, he searched the Internet for information, and found a bunch of scripts that suit her. What "Strange Talks in the Deep Palace", "Midnight Bells", "Silence in the Night"... It's simply Leng Gong Jia coconut, a walking weapon in the world.

Wei Ying tried to force her respect, "Even if it's a ghost story, I'm still the most beautiful cub in the ghost world!"

Gong Douji was very enthusiastic: "Of course, after all, they are dead to scare people to death. You can already do it when you are still alive!"

Micro Orioles: ... small trumpet ba ba ba ba ba ba.

Gong Douji was silent again.

This dog host!

After half an hour, Wei Ying skillfully opened the door of the real female ghost, and she looked familiar, just like the little palace maid who touched the concubine's bed at night in "The Love of the Harem".

Before she could make a sound this time, she smelled a strange smell.

Wei Ying stood downwind, cocked her nose like a puppy, and the faint smell of burning paper money wafted from the wind.

She frowned slightly, how could someone burn paper money?

The sound of footsteps came in front of her, and a vague figure appeared in her dim vision.

Wei Ying went up to a bear hug and took a long breath: "I'm here to see you!"

"Girl Ghost" did not speak.

Wei Ying tilted her little head and looked at her, her eyes sparkling, "Why don't you speak?"

The "female ghost" remained silent, but just held her hand and led her through the dead branches and leaves to the deserted and desolate garden next to her.

They walked side by side, stepping on dead leaves, and the sound of branches and leaves breaking under their feet.

Taking advantage of this effort, Wei Ying hurriedly called the system for ten consecutive draws, the blind box opened a small slit, and a trace of...green light flowed out?

She was stunned for a while, then opened a blind box again, calling out in her heart: Purple Qi comes from the east, the legend of gold, Fuxing bless me!

Then another green light.

Green and verdant.

Wei Ying felt a chill in her heart. Compared with drawing out the grey card before, her luck seemed to be better, but these blind boxes are guaranteed to be green cards! If the blind box is not guaranteed, she estimates that there are two gray cards.

She took a deep breath and prayed again in her heart: "Fu Xing bless me Fu Xing bless me! Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

The blind box opened slowly, and no green light appeared from the gap.

Wei Ying said "Oye" in her heart, this time it's not always a green card, at worst it's a purple card... right?

She stared at the empty blind box, and she was a little stunned: "Little Horn, did you secretly hide my gold card?"

System: "No."

Wei Ying's eyes lit up: "I see, this is an invisible card that can make me invisible for an hour!"

Gong Douji: "No."

Wei Ying: "Then tell me what's in it, the six babies of the gourd baby?"

Gong Douji: "You are very humorous, host. I only said that the blind box guarantee is a green card, but I never said that you will not draw an empty box." It comforted Weiying: "One in a thousand Chances are you can meet it too, and to a certain extent, this is very European.”

Wei Ying's mentality collapsed, she stopped, and broke away from the "female ghost"'s hand: "You are not her."

Her European suction device can't be so ruthless, let her be beaten by life!

The man laughed softly, his voice was as cold as snow, and asked slowly, "How did you guess it?"

Wei Ying's eyes widened, "Emperor, Empress?"

Queen: "Well, it's me. How do you know I'm not her?"

Wei Ying sniffed, shed tears in the face of the cold wind, and said in grief, "Because of the six babies of the gourd baby."

Yue Qinghui: ?

But she finally chose to ignore Wei Ying's strange words, gently wiped the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes, and asked, "Why did you come here late at night?"

Wei Ying was a little flattered, after all, she and the queen were just friends in ventriloquism, so she wiped her tears and held hands when she came up, why duck!

It caused her little heart to thump and thump, and dance square dance in her chest. It was very dangerous, but it was discovered in time, and the blind box was not completely removed once.

Good guy, the queen is even worse than her, and there is no one else.

"Why did Niangniang come here?" Weiying frowned, "I smelled the smell of burning."

Yue Qinghui's eyes floated, and she took her to the corner of the garden. There was an offering table here, with several plates of wine and cakes on the offering table, a pair of chopsticks stuck straight into the bowl full of rice, and a column of burning incense beside it. Under the offering table, there is a brass basin with embers of paper money.

"Today's Xia Yuan Festival is a day in my hometown to pay tribute to friends and to appease lonely souls, so I'll pay tribute to my former friends." She handed Wei Ying a handful of paper money: "You also come to burn some."

Wei Ying was forced to burn paper in the cold wind, her eyes fell on the scattered lights scattered in the wind, thinking of something, she was horrified, and she looked up at the queen unconsciously. In her eyes, the queen was just a vague figure, looking a bit like a ghost at first glance.

Wei Ying: "Niangniang, can I take the liberty to ask, does your deceased friend have a cloud character in his name?"

Yue Qinghui was slightly startled, and then said, "Yes."

Wei Ying sucked in a breath of cold air and didn't speak for a long time.

"how?"

Weiying burned the paper seriously, her expression was a little sad, "I think your friend may become a half-immortal, the kind who specializes in luck, and Niangniang can come and burn more paper and move around."

Originally thought that the female ghost girl was a concubine in the deep palace, and even put the suspect on the queen, but she did not expect that she was a real female ghost... Wei Ying's heart was very complicated, and thousands of emotions rushed into her heart. into a long sigh—

"My European suction device, it turned out to be cold already!"

The suction device worked hard for her to transport it, but she only set up a simple table for others, she had no conscience.

Wei Ying had a rare conscience, and decided to upgrade the table dedicated to the lucky star to a deluxe version after returning, and the daily three sticks of incense had to be changed to five sticks of incense to comfort Miss Yun's spirit in the sky.

Yue Qinghui's eyes were wrapped in hesitant wandering: "Can you do me a favor?"

The Empress said, even if she couldn't help, she would help. So Wei Ying said, "Of course you can, women can't say no!"

A very shallow smile appeared in Yue Qinghui's eyes, and he looked at the girl in front of him for a long time, "Then please, help me play a piece of Erhu."

Wei Ying was stunned: "Huh?"

Yue Qinghui skillfully returned to the room, rubbed it for a long time, and pulled out a handful of erhus from the bottom of the bed.

Wei Ying watched from the back, thinking to herself, my good fellow, how could the queen be so skilled, so skilled that she was like the palace maid who touched the concubine's bed in "The Harem Lover". Following this line of thought, her thoughts became more and more dangerous, as if she understood why Miss Yun died here.

"Tong, do you think this girl Yun has that special relationship with the queen!"

So it was silenced.

And Miss Yun's ghost is waiting here, also for the annual Xia Yuan Festival and the Queen Mother.

Wei Ying was moved to tears just thinking about it, what a poignant and poignant love story!

Gong Douji: "...There is indeed a special relationship, but—"

But it was completely separated from what she thought!

Weiying bit the little handkerchief in surprise, tears of emotion flashing in her eyes. Even the system recognized this poignant love story. I didn't expect that there would be such a ghost story by her side.

So moving.

So after Yue Qinghui turned around, she was surprised to find that the girl had some kind of shallow water, as if she was so sad that she was about to cry.

"What?" She frowned, puzzled: "What happened?"

Weiying folded her hands together and said seriously, "Niangniang, your 'friend' has turned into a lucky star to protect you, please don't cry in sorrow, she will always be with you, Amitabha."

Yue Qinghui was caught off guard by the sudden preaching. After a while, he nodded stiffly: "Thank you."

Wei Ying: "You're welcome, it's what I should do to protect every wounded heart in the deep palace!"

Now she has expanded the scope of this sentence, and silently added a sentence in her heart: "No matter people or ghosts."

Yue Qinghui: "...that's really hard work for you."

The girl smiled, her cheeks flushed with pink, and she said sincerely, "It doesn't matter, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and those who can work harder."

Yue Qinghui: "There are so many women in the deep palace, be careful not to wear out your body."

Wei Ying's heart swayed and she thought, ah, the empress has lost her lover, and she is so considerate! What kind of fairy lady is this, she is distressed.

She held the Queen's icy little hand and tried to warm her with her interesting soul: "It's okay, I'm not tired!"

Gong Douji couldn't help thinking: ... not only is not tired, but also very happy.

When she came to the offering table again, Wei Ying hugged the erhu and asked the queen what song she wanted to listen to.

The queen lets her play as she pleases.

So Wei Ying thought about it and chose the sad song "Erquan Reflecting the Moon". The mournful song played in the abandoned palace again. With the red lanterns swaying in the wind, it became more and more like a haunted man.

When Wei Ying was pulling the erhu, she heard several screams one after another outside, presumably it was the frightened palace people passing by. She paused for a moment, then pulled down calmly—

After all, they have to get used to it.

In order to improve the psychological endurance of the entire palace, she was secretly worrying about her heart.

After the song was finished, the queen did not speak for a long time.

Wei Ying raised her head: "Niangniang?"

Yue Qinghui looked at her with reminiscence in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Have you heard the story of Kunpeng and Mayfly?"

Sitting on the small bench, Wei Ying was stunned. The story of birds and fish that the Emperor Dog had said echoed in her heart. She thought to herself, how come they have so many stories! Alone, she has nothing but an interesting and beautiful skin and a few boxes of gold in the Yulu Palace!

She coughed weakly and thought: I'm so sorry I don't have a story.

Yue Qinghui listened to her cough, took her back to the room, made a pot of tea, and the fragrance of the tea floated in the air.

"Drink a cup of tea first." The queen was virtuous and elegant, and made tea for the girl herself and gave her a drink: "Warm it up."

Weiying held the hot tea in both hands, took two breaths, and took a small sip.

Sitting upright, Yue Qinghui began to tell his story slowly: "Have you heard of Xingyaoyou, there is a Kun in Beiming, which flutters its wings and turns into a Peng. Kunpeng has an endless lifespan, flying from Beiming to Nanming, It takes a moment to be in the south of the sky, and in the north of the earth, how joyful it is to travel the sky, but the mayfly has a short lifespan, dying in the morning and evening."

The clear tea transpired with snow-white water vapor, and the tea leaves floated and sank in the hot water.

She stared at the tea leaves in the water and said slowly: "The fate between them is destined to be that it looks up to Kunpeng to fly through the sky in this life, its wings shine brightly under the sun, and then watch it fly away, to the real distance... A world that mayflies can never reach."

Yue Qinghui took a sip of tea, the tea was sweet, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter: "This is the fate between them."

She looked at Wei Ying, the girl drank her tea without saying a word, so she couldn't help but ask, "What do you think?"

Wei Ying raised her head, her eyes sparkling: "I also heard His Majesty tell the story of birds and fish, so I envy you for having so many stories!"

Yue Qinghui: "...And then?"

Wei Ying blinked and said hesitantly, "Then, there are many birds in your life!"

Yue Qinghui pursed the corners of his mouth and said with difficulty, "We're talking about the same bird."

Wei Ying nodded: "You all like to look up at the sky forty-five degrees, so you can see the same bird."

The taste of tea in Yue Qinghui's mouth became more and more bitter, so bitter that she clenched her brows unconsciously, "The bird is just a metaphor."

Wei Ying, like a child who was suddenly pushed into the examination room, scratched her head and thought for a while, then clapped her hands: "I understand!"

Yue Qinghui looked at her expectantly.

Wei Ying said decisively: "This is a scum bird!"

Yue Qinghui took a deep breath, drank the tea in the cup, and rubbed his brows again, "It's late at night, you're not feeling well, go back to rest first."

Weiying: "Okay!"

She won't disturb the empress and the female ghost sister to stage a ghost relationship!

The Empress is really gentle and considerate, and she is so euphemistic to drive people away. If the female ghost sister is here, she will definitely be pushed out by the collar directly.

So domineering and unreasonable, but she likes it very much, always thinking about making fun of ghosts.

Yue Qinghui inadvertently glanced at the corner of the storybook: "What is in your arms?"

Wei Ying held the text book, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to hand it over honestly, using the text book to dilute the sadness of the eternal separation between the queen and her lover, and to appease the wounded heart. She took out the words book and stuffed it to the queen, and waved her hand happily: "This book is very beautiful, Niangniang, I'll go first, goodbye!"

Yue Qinghui stared at the words "New Snow Buries the Orioles" in the book, and the hand that turned the book trembled slightly.