The Ascension of Ghosts

Lu Sheng took a shower and changed his clothes. The clothes were filled with a bitter and cold fragrance, and then he went back to his bedroom.

Ruoxia had instructed everyone to place whisks, lanterns, incense burners, hanging bells, and spirit-calling banners around the house, and then retreated far away.

Folks call their souls, each with its own characteristics, or close relatives go to the four directions with a lamp, walking and calling their nicknames, or keep outside the house like Yun Ye and keep calling Yun Chan's name.

However, according to what Ruoxia said, Xie Rong hated her own name very much, and she was afraid that calling her name would be counterproductive.

In the end, Lu Sheng just sat on the edge of the bed, held Xie Rong's hand, called out "Ah Rong" softly a few times, and asked worriedly, "Is it really effective?"

Ruoxia said: "If Young Master Baoyang can't wake up my young master, no one in this world... can call him back."

Lu Sheng was flattered, but he couldn't help saying, "He was still angry with me that day, and he refused to talk to me for a few days."

Now that the situation is grim, Ruoxia still couldn't help smiling, "My son, I have never been angry with others."

Xie Rong was lucky to have a servant like this, so Lu Sheng said in a low voice, "I don't know anything about these things, everything depends on Miss Ruoxia."

Ruoxia sullenly retreated out silently, commanding Xie Mansion to arrange formations, but at the core, she still relied on Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng kept in mind his instructions, and stayed by Xie Rong's side every step of the way. When he was thirsty, he only moistened his lips with tea. He had a lot of conversations with Xie Rong. Since the two met, he mistook Xie Rong for Miss Qianjin, and he tried every means. He slandered him for being a noble son, and talked so much that he even talked about his own family affairs in detail.In winter, it gets dark early, and the twilight merges before you know it. Ruoqing and Ruoshuang came in, lit candles, and brought dinner. Lu Sheng had something to worry about, and he didn't have any appetite. Xie Rong, still hastily drank half a bowl of fragrant rice porridge with four-color side dishes such as okra mixed with sesame oil and roasted pheasant with lemongrass.

The hot porridge entered his stomach, warming away his tiredness, and when Lu Sheng saw Ruoqing and the other two serving Xie Rong to take medicine, he hurried forward and said, "Let me do it."

The two maids naturally retreated to the side. Lu Sheng took the black porcelain spoon in Ruoqing's hand, pinched Xie Rong's jaw open, carefully put the pills in the spoon into his mouth, and then poured the longan wine from the white jade flask into his mouth. .

However, Xie Rong didn't even respond to swallowing. She only held the bitter pill and let the longan wine pour out from the corner of her mouth. Ruo Shuang hurriedly took a brocade handkerchief and wiped it clean, but she couldn't help sobbing softly.

Lu Sheng felt his heart ache, and even his fingers trembled. He was afraid that Ruoqing Ruoshuang would see the clue, so he took a deep breath, stared at Xie Rong and said, "Ah Rong, since you refuse to take the medicine, don't blame me, Meng Lang... If you really care about it, it's just reciprocity."

After saying this, he poured the longan wine into his mouth, leaned over to touch Xie Rong's slightly cool lips, and carefully passed the wine over.

While drinking, he slid the pill into the depths of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Even though the longan wine was sweet and delicious, it made Lu Sheng turn blue when mixed with this extremely bitter pill.He suppressed the bitterness, his lips and teeth pressed against Xie Rong without gaps, curled the man's tongue, and licked it back and forth provocatively, trying to wake him up.Waiting for the pills to slowly dissolve in the wine, the young master moved his throat lightly, and finally began to swallow.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Sheng hurriedly drank another sip of wine, then leaned over to his lips, fed him to drink slowly, and swallowed all the remaining medicinal liquid in his mouth.After doing this four times, Lu Sheng felt that most of the bitterness in each other's mouths had faded, so he sat up.

Ruoqing was holding another white jade bottle full of wine, Qiqi Ai said: "My lord...don't feed anymore?"

Lu Sheng didn't doubt that he was there, he just drank the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus wine in one gulp, suppressed the bitterness in his mouth, and sighed: "The medicine has been taken, there is no need to feed it."

The two of them refused to leave for a long time, and Lu Sheng only realized later and asked, "What else is there?"

Ruoqing didn't know why Xiafei had dimples, she hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's nothing, it's all right, young master rest early!" Then together with Ruo Shuang, they put away the empty bottles and cups and retreated.

As soon as the two of them left, the room was quiet and empty again. Lu Sheng talked for most of the time, but now he was tired, so he simply took off his shoes, threw off the quilt and sat next to Xie Rong, brushing his long hair aside, He casually took the scroll beside the bed, sighed and said, "I have nothing to say, let me study with you."

What was fetched was an unknown miscellaneous collection of unknown origins, the pages were yellowed, and it seemed to be a few years old.Lu Sheng flipped through it briefly, and all the memorized poems were folk poems, which were easy to understand and catchy. He smiled slightly and said, "It turns out that Mr. Xie, who is white and snowy in spring and has a clean eye, also reads Liba people's poems in private."

He turned to the first page and began to read in a low voice, but what he read was "Song of Lotus Seeds".

Fields of lotus pond leaves, overlapping flowers shade.

The flowers fall and give birth to lotus seeds, and the lotus seeds are not covered by rain.

In summer, the rain becomes crazy, and in autumn, it rains.

The wind blows away the dead leaves, and the frost destroys the lotus.

Lianzi is bitter in her heart, independent of Beishan.

After Lu Sheng finished reading, he sighed: "Poor, poor. It's so miserable, I shouldn't read it to you. Let me find something to celebrate." Then he flipped through a few pages to find cheerful poems.

Another half an hour passed without realizing it, Lu Sheng's voice became lower and lower, the scroll dropped to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Lu Sheng was not by Xie Rong's side.

Even the bed was completely changed, with plain brocade curtains hanging from the pear blossom wood, and the soft Gebu bedding that had been laid out had also turned a stone-blue color.

A child less than ten years old was sitting on the head of the bed, staring at him indifferently with cold and sharp eyes.This little boy was born very handsome, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, four or five points similar to Xie Rong, but his expression was arrogant and indifferent, he didn't even smile at all, and his eyes were so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them.

Lu Sheng sat up in a daze, staring at the boy, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The little boy asked, "What kind of monster are you?"

His voice is also flat and without waves, just like an old monk who has entered into a trance, with no joy or sorrow, as if his heart is dead, and there is no one or anything in this world that can arouse the slightest wave in his heart.

Lu Sheng hurriedly said: "I, I'm not a monster. I'm..." He was about to say that he was Habayashi Wei, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he simply shut up.

The little boy frowned and said: "It's not a monster, why did you get on my bed without anyone noticing, you servant, you are too arrogant."

Lu Sheng thought about it, but he couldn't find a good excuse, so he looked around. This rolling bed is luxurious and exquisite, and it is not something ordinary people can afford. The fine Gebu is also soft and precious. Somewhat similar, could it be Xie Rong's hidden heir?If it's not an heir, could it be me?

Lu Sheng felt that this matter was really absurd, and he wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start, so he looked very sad for a while.

But the little boy ignored him, got out of bed straight away, tiptoed to take the clothes hanging on the screen, put them on by himself, and then bit the cloth strip that tied his hair, trying to tie up his loose black hair stand up.

It's just that he has short hands and his hair is still disheveled after a while, and his stern face is getting more and more gloomy.Since Lu Sheng came, he was at ease, and simply followed him out of bed, and took the wooden comb from him. The boy frowned slightly, but he didn't resist, and just let Lu Sheng comb his hair clumsily, trying to tidy it up.Then he said: "No one in Xie's house dares to come within three feet of me, but you are very bold."

Lu Sheng was startled, and blurted out, "Are you really Ah Rong?"