Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

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Wei Zhuang's footsteps walked slowly in the corridor, almost without sound. Although his light-handedness was comparable to his swordsmanship, it was not bad.Even between ordinary steps, there is very little sound.

Walking to the door of a room, Wei Zhuang stood there for a while, and finally opened the door and walked in.

There was no light in the sky outside, the oil lamp was lit in the room, Chi Lian was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The man in the white robe was still sitting at the desk writing something.

Seemingly sensing the sound behind him, Gu Nan turned around and saw Wei Zhuang standing by the door.

Glancing at the sleeping woman on the bed, she smiled and said in a low voice.

"Xiao Zhuang, you are back."

"Yes." Wei Zhuang walked behind Gu Nan.

The windows are open, and the wind is a bit cool at night.

Gu Nan looked down at the writing on the table, and planned to stop writing today.

Putting down the pen, stood up, stretched, and walked to the railing: "What's the matter?"

"Han Qincheng has already made a decision."

"yes."

The two did not speak for a while.

A voice came from behind Gu Nan, but it was a large robe draped over her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Gu Nan glanced at Wei Zhuang suspiciously.

Wei Zhuang looked into the distance, and said bluntly, "It's a bit cold at night."

Looking at the clothes draped over her shoulders, Gu Nan smiled and shook her head, but he and Xiao Nie had grown up too.

He stretched out his hand and scratched Wei Zhuang's nose: "I don't need you to worry about it yet."

After reading everyone's comments, well, I will also pay attention to the plot of Qin Dynasty. In fact, it probably won't be too long before it ends.Thank you for your suggestions and discussions. I will try my best to give you a good answer.thanks for your support.

Chapter 2 Seventeen: Don't Disturb Others

In the night, there was some light at the end of the cloud curtain, and it seemed that the sky was about to dawn. Gu Nan had already left, and Wei Zhuang stood alone in the room.

Standing by the railing, he slowly raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, his eyebrows seemed to relax a bit.

There was a soft sound from above the beam. It should be the sound of something falling on it, but the sound was very soft.

Wei Zhuang put his hands down and put his back behind his back, the expression on his face sank slightly again.

Looking behind him, he asked flatly, "What did Han Cheng do?"

A person fell from the beam, wearing a blue and white shirt with a few feathers on it.His body also seemed to be a piece of light, and he floated down without making a sound.It was the man named Baifeng.

Bai Feng's eyes first fell on Chi Lian on the bed, and then looked at Wei Zhuang.

"Han Cheng has already sent people to contact the old ministers."

"En." Wei Zhuang nodded calmly without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Chi Lian frowned, probably because he was awakened by the two people's voices, and opened his still blurry eyes.

But found that Bai Feng was standing and looking at her, and Wei Zhuang was standing by the window.

Sitting up quickly, he explained: "The man didn't say a word all the time, he was very bored, and I accidentally fell asleep."

Bai Feng's eyes turned to one side, as if he was powerless to say anything, originally she said she wanted to stay and watch the funeral general, but in the end she fell asleep.

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There was some light in the sky, and with the sound of carriages and horses, a carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

An old man got off the carriage, looked around cautiously, and then walked towards the mansion.

He secretly showed a palm card to the doorman standing in front of the door.

The doorman nodded, waved silently to the people behind him, and the door slowly opened, allowing the old man to walk in.

In the hall of the mansion, Han Cheng was pacing up and down the hall with his hands behind his back, his face looked a little nervous, and he looked out the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

It was nearly full light.

It wasn't until an old man came from outside the door that Han Cheng's face relaxed, and he quickly went up to him, helped the old man who was about to bow down, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's the matter?"

The old man stood up, holding up a bamboo book in both hands: "My lord, it's a good thing that I'm not disgraceful."

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in the old man's hand complicatedly, and pursed his lips: "Sir, let's talk in detail in the room."

As he said that, he made a gesture of invitation and led the old man to the hall.

There was no sound in the hall, except for the occasional sound of scrolling bamboo slips.

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in his hand, and on the bamboo book, several old ministers' letters had been summoned.

Looking at the names on the bamboo book, he thought it was his luck to get half of them.But I didn't expect that all the people who were called were ordered to leave their words.

Holding the bamboo slips with both hands, it must be too hard, the knuckles are a little white.

He asked, "Are they all willing to follow me?"

The old man stood by Han Cheng's side, looked at him and said, "My lord, South Korea's first name, I dare not forget it."

Han Cheng said to the waiter beside him, "Bring the pen and ink."

The waiter took the order to retreat, and after a while, handed over a pen and ink.

Sitting in front of the table, Han Cheng spread out the bamboo slips, the pen in his hand was stained with ink, and stood on top of the bamboo slips.

"When Yu Ming dies, the homeland falls apart.

Since Han received the legacy, he established the hub of Zhongzhou, and the administration did what he wanted to achieve the Shanmeng country.It was the end of chaos when the princes rose together.Han is in the middle of the sky, standing in suffering...

Cheng Shou was obsessed and dared not ask for it, so he did not dare to lose the surname Han.It is with this widow that the order is issued, the old ministers are summoned, and the hometown of the Han people is established..."

When he put down the pen and the ink on the bamboo book dried up, Han Cheng rolled up the bamboo book again.

Walked up to the old man and bowed down: "Sir, this book is given to you, and I hope that you will make this book into an order and send it to the old officials everywhere."