Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Dongcheng, Guangde Lane.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning slowly climbed up the palace wall carved with jue along the smooth bluestone road, and shone on the doorknob of the bronze animal head with rings.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and the sunlight was cast elsewhere. A person squeezed out from the small crack, dressed as a servant, looked left and right on the deserted street, turned around and closed the door. Close it gently, lower your head, and hurried out of the alley.

Before taking two steps, a slender hand suddenly stopped in front of her.

Shang Bieyun turned his head and smiled at Cheng Jiao who was behind him: "Look at you, wake up early in the morning and hurry up. I said it earlier, it's better to come early than coincidentally."

Turning to the boy again, with a familiar look: "I was worried that there is no one in your house, but I happened to meet you. Walk around and lead me in."

The young man raised his head, he was young, with an ordinary appearance, and his voice was thin and weak.He took two steps back vigilantly, glanced at Shang Bieyun and Cheng Jiao, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Shang Bieyun showed a stunned expression: "You don't know me? New here?"

The boy looked at Shangbieyun with hesitation in his eyes.

"It's really a newcomer." Shang Bieyun shook his robe and stepped forward, "Your master and I often drink together, you lead me in, and you will know when you see your master."

But the servant suddenly moved in front of him, his eyes became firm, and he stretched out his arms to stop him: "I don't know who you are, our master never said that there will be guests coming today, please go back."

Shang Bieyun clicked his tongue in his heart.It seemed too much to talk just now, don't tell me that this master is a non-drinker.

Fortunately, he is a child, so he is easy to deal with.Shang Bieyun put on a straight face: "Whether you have guests or not, will your master tell you a servant?"

The young man stretched out his arms, pursed his lips tightly, did not speak, but refused to back down.

Shang Bieyun had a headache.

Two days ago, in order to find a way to enter this Yuan's mansion, everyone tried their best and made many inquiries. Only then did they know that this old master Yuan is extremely low-key, and even his wife and young master rarely show up in Qingzhou City.He has a bad temperament, and I have never heard of liking calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't believe in Buddhism or Taoism.Several people gathered together again and found that there was nothing that could pry the Yuan family open.

After much deliberation, Shang Bieyun brought Cheng Jiao over early in the morning before dawn - ready to climb over the wall.

Who would have thought that as soon as he walked to the gate of Yuan Mansion, he bumped into the person who came out of his house, and tried to deceive him, but he didn't succeed.

Just as he was wondering whether he should just knock the boy unconscious, Cheng Jiao suddenly said, "Even if you didn't tell me that there was a guest coming, you should go in and communicate first, there is no such thing as blocking people out of the door." Reasonable. Unless... what I told you is that no matter who comes, you won't be allowed in."

The boy still opened his hands, but his eyes flickered.

Shang Bieyun hurriedly took advantage of Cheng Jiao's momentum and widened his eyes: "That's not it. You are a bit strange, and we are so arguing, and no one in the yard came out to look. It's not that something happened to me, Brother Yuan, right?" ? Let's go, I have to go in and have a look." As he said that, he walked around the boy and walked in.

The servant stomped anxiously, but he couldn't stop him. He wanted to grab Shang Bieyun's sleeve in desperation. Cheng Jiao picked it up with a sword hilt, swept his hand away, and gave him a cold look.

Seeing that Shang Bieyun was about to step into the door, the servant covered his hands, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Doctor!"

"Huh?" Shang Bieyun stopped and turned around.

The little servant was heartbroken: "I went out so early because the master was ill, and I was in a hurry to call for a doctor. The master is ill, so naturally I don't see any guests."

"Ah." Shang Bieyun clapped his hands and laughed, "That's great, let me catch up. I'm a doctor, so I'll show you master."

Just as he was talking, Cheng Jiao had already pushed the door open.Shang Bieyun shook his sleeves, stepped into the door, Cheng Jiao followed closely, and also went in.

The boy stomped his feet at the door for a while, then made up his mind, and rushed back to the door in two quick steps.

Behind him, the door closed again.

After entering the door, Shang Bieyun looked around, and the first thought in his mind was, darkness.

It's not the kind of darkness that the sun can't shine in, but the heavy ashes that emanate from the carved beams of the building. It seems that the Shangbie cloud can be seen with the naked eye, and the building is slowly seeping, flowing and flowing. The colloidal black mud on the ground can't be covered by any luxurious decorations. Even the sunlight in this courtyard seems to be three points darker than outside.

There was a burst of corrupt vapor in the air, Shang Bieyun wrinkled the tip of his nose and sniffed it.He is familiar with the smell of almost all water, and the steam lingering on the tip of his nose comes from a stagnant stagnant water that is about to dry up. The area of ​​the water will not be too small, and it is in the backyard of this house.

The boy caught up with him, panting slightly behind him: "My lord, I'll take you to the flower hall." After speaking, he walked in front of Shangbieyun to lead the way.

Shang Bieyun and Cheng Jiao looked at each other, Cheng Jiao nodded slightly.He withdrew his eyes and looked at the servant's back: "Why is there no servant in your house?"

The servant paused for a moment: "Master said years ago that he would follow the behavior of the empress and save money in the mansion, so he retired a lot of servants, leaving only a few close servants."

"If you ask me, you don't have to be so frugal. If there are fewer people serving, it is inevitable that you will not be meticulous. Isn't that sick?" Shang Bieyun looked at the patterns on the railings of the corridor around him, a little absent-minded.

The young servant was obviously choked by him, so he stopped making a sound, went to the entrance of the flower hall, pushed open the door, and said to Shang Bieyun stiffly: "Here we are, please wait here for a while. Our master is busy serving Hey, I'll see you when I'm free."

Turning his head, he saw Cheng Jiao disappeared behind Shang Bieyun, and his face changed instantly: "You follow! Where are others?!"

Shang Bieyun turned around in surprise: "Isn't it, what about people? Those who were still here just now, where did they go?"

Turning around and smiling at the boy: "I'm sorry, this kid's brain is a bit stubborn, I can't care too much about it, maybe he saw something interesting on the road, so he was hooked. But don't worry, he is quite obedient , don’t destroy it, maybe I’ll find it later by myself.”

The little servant's face was ashen, he didn't bother with Shang Bieyun any more, and ran quickly in the direction he came from.

Shang Bieyun looked at the direction he was running, and smacked his lips: "In such a hurry, I didn't even give you a sip of tea." He stepped into the flower hall.

The flower hall is decorated like an ordinary nobleman's house, with a main seat, several rows of tea tables, Shang Bieyun turned around, nothing unusual.Since the master's house was not coming, he wandered around by himself, went to the chief seat and sat down.

Sitting on the main seat, he refused to be honest, and moved the armrests, chair cushions, and vases. He moved around normally, and there was no mechanism.

That's right, who puts what mechanism in the place where the guests are met.Shang Bieyun stood up again, bored, knowing in his heart that the host would definitely not come back, so he didn't bother to wait, walked to the back of the flower hall, behind a large hanging flower frame, there was indeed a back door, he didn't even think about it, he just pushed open the door walked out.

After passing through that door, the inner courtyard should be in front of you.He was a big man, and it was very presumptuous for him to enter someone's inner courtyard without invitation.But the Yuan family was surprised that in this place, the cost was reduced, and there were no servants in the front yard, which made sense, but there were no maids guarding the door leading to the inner courtyard, and there were no servants coming and going, just like the front yard. It was all a dead silence.

Shang Bieyun sniffed the steam all the way, passed through a round gate, and saw the pond as expected.

As imagined in my mind, the pool is indeed not small. Although it is not as big as the mirror pool, it is far beyond the scale of ordinary people's landscapes, and I can imagine the sparkling scenery in the past.It's just that the current wall of the pool has cracked in some places, and a thick layer of oily moss is climbing on it.Shangbieyun approached, walked to the edge of the pool and looked down. The pool was also deep, about ten zhang, but the water in the pool was almost dry. At the very center, there is still a shallow layer of water in the thick moss.

"It's a pity." A sigh, full of regret.

But it wasn't from Shangbieyun.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a young man standing less than three inches away from him, looking at the bottom of the pool, and said regretfully.

Shang Bieyun suppressed the doubt in his heart, and said calmly: "Young Master Yuan?"

The man was wearing a crow-green robe, embroidered with golden thread and bamboo patterns on his shoulders, and was shaking a gold-and-white paper fan in his hand. He was tall and straight, slightly taller than Shangbieyun, but his eyebrows and eyes were like clouds. Gentle and modest, giving people an inexplicable familiarity and a sense of closeness.When it comes to Qing Jun, this person's appearance is the first among the people Shang Bieyun has met.

The man waved his fan, and when he heard that Shang Bieyun recognized him, there was a light in his eyes, and he looked very happy: "How do you know that I am Mr. Yuan?"

Shang Bieyun smiled: "I'm in the Yuan Mansion, the young master is so handsome and dignified, and he is at ease, so he is naturally the master."

Mr. Yuan closed the fan, tapped it on the palm of his hand, and asked with a smile: "Since this is the case, you have trespassed into the inner courtyard and let the master bump into you. Do you have anything to say?"

Shang Bieyun raised his face: "Oh, is this the inner courtyard? I don't know. I'm worried about Mr. Yuan's illness and got lost."

Mr. Yuan smiled happily, and his tone was very familiar, as if he was annoyed with a friend: "Come on, what does Mr. Yuan look like in your mouth? Is it fat or thin? Is it tall or short? Do you have a beard?"

Shang Bieyun didn't change his face: "Master Yuan and I are pen pals, poet friends, and spiritual friends. We have never met.",

Mr. Yuan stared at him, just when Shang Bieyun couldn't hold back the expression on his face, Mr. Yuan burst into a hearty laugh: "Haha, you are really interesting."

"Much praise, why don't you show me Mr. Yuan?" Shang Bie Yunpi smiled.

Mr. Yuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Ah, that's unnecessary, he's already dead."

He yelled behind him again: "Take someone out." Turning around, he smiled at Shang Bieyun, "It seems that both of you, master and servant, like to get lost. You little follower, you got lost just now. Come and give it back to you."

The boy I met just now held Cheng Jiao's arm and walked out from the shadow of the corridor.Cheng Jiao's head was hanging tightly, blood dripped from his fingertips and fell to the ground.