fell into a pit book

Since Zhang Lingge and Shang Qingchen came, Hang Hehuan has been free to come and go.

It has been more than ten days since the Wanji Incident, and now all the prefectures outside with Zongmen resident, the news has spread out that they want to catch Hang Hehuan and Wen Zang'an.It is also fortunate that it is located in the southwest, far away from places where Taoism gathers, and it is still a rare clean place.Among them, Meng Ye can be called a paradise.

It's still the courtyard that Xiao Qianze vacated, the one beside it is not so good, that is, there are more rooms and guest rooms.Not to mention that there are only three of them living here, even a few more people can be arranged.

Hang Hehuan, who had been bored in the room for several days, was sitting on a desk in front of the window, holding a knot of red string tied to the bead that Leng Qingjue had given her twice in his hand.Seeing the indeterminate lines of words floating up and down on the beads, he stretched out the index finger of the other hand to tap one of the beads. As soon as he touched the bead, his fingertip felt like an electric shock, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.Even the lines on the beads froze as if they had been magically cast, but they recovered soon.

What Leng Qingjue told her at the beginning seems to still be in her ears. This is Fanzhu, which has the effect of exorcising evil spirits.Now, she has also become the object that Fan Zhu wards off.

After thinking about it, he firmly grabbed the whole string of beads into his palm.The tingling sensation from the palm is not only like clamoring that she is a monster, but also wants to bury this knowledge deeply in Hang Hehuan's heart.

After a while, Hang Hehuan let go of the bead, looked at the burnt and scorched texture of his palm, and clenched it fiercely again.Hanging the beads on his waist as usual, he jumped out of the open window without going through the door.

Passing by the edge of the garden, they saw Shang Qingchen, whose spiritual power had not been recovered by Gu Wei, and Zhang Lingge, who had already lost his spiritual power, squatting on the edge of the flower bed, studying flowers and plants in vain.If it is said like this, no one will believe that these two people are both famous monks in the Taoism.Zhang Lingge saw her coming first, so he waved his arms at her, greeted her casually, and continued to devote himself to the research of flowers and plants.

Shang Qing and Chen were tired of squatting, and suddenly stood up, eyes still darkened, and after the darkness passed, he asked her, "Are you going out?"

Hang Hehuan nodded, "Well, let's go for a walk."

Shang Qingchen didn't say much, just said: "It's fine to take a walk, remember to come back before lunch."

"Ah."

Waiting for Hang Hehuan to leave the courtyard, Zhang Lingge stood up slowly, dusted off the hem of his clothes, "Does she still have something on her mind?"

Shang Qingchen withdrew his gaze, "After all, we've been together for so long, it's impossible to just let it go."

Zhang Lingge nodded, "That's true."

Since Shang Qingchen wiped out all the ghosts in Bingfengzhou a few years ago, the ghost gates in Bingfengzhou have also been exterminated.Without the ghost gate's annual parade, the whole Bingzhou is much better, and it's not as gloomy as before.Although the street is not bustling, but there are also people coming and going hawking loudly.

Hang Hehuan just walked aimlessly on the street, looking at the things sold on the street, but he didn't get any interest.

"Ah, girl, would you like to come and see these hairpins I sell? They are all carefully carved with high-quality materials! Come and see them!"

As he was walking, Hang Hehuan was stopped by a stall selling hairpins nearby.Thinking that there is no place to go anyway, why not stop and have a look to pass the time, so I stood in front of the stall.

The boxes with carved sandalwood patterns are covered with scarlet velvet cloth with exquisitely styled hairpins.Hang Hehuan glanced at all the beautiful hairpins, didn't stop for a long time, and finally stopped his gaze on a black hairpin with a simple style but with a white spirit stone inlaid on the hairpin head.

Unconsciously, he reached out to get the hairpin. The vendor also saw that Hang Hehuan didn't look like an ordinary person, so he didn't dare to stop her. If it were an ordinary person, he would have stopped her. Now, not only did he not dare to stop her, but he On the side, he praised vigorously: "Oh girl, you have a good eye! This is the best hairpin among all my hairpins! The body of this hairpin is made of thousand-year-old red sandalwood As for the core of the tree, this purple sandalwood has the effect of exorcising evil spirits! And if you look at the head of the hairpin, the spirit stone is not simple, it is a stone..."

Hang Hehuan didn't listen to what the vendor said. He rubbed his fingertips back and forth along the body of the hairpin, but what he was thinking about was the hairpin on Leng Qingjue's hair.

What's more, the head of the hairpin is inlaid with Lingshi made of the same material as the bead.

"How to sell this hairpin?"

Seeing that Hang Hehuan didn't let go, the vendor kept looking at him and felt that the business was promising. He smiled happily and said, "Young lady has a good eye! This hairpin is made of good quality, so it's a little expensive. It's worth it." It takes 50 taels of silver!"

"50 taels..." Hang Hehuan touched the money bag that didn't exist on his body as he spoke, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.Ever since I fell into this pit book, I have always had no worries about food and clothing, so naturally I never thought about paying money for buying things.

Seeing that Hang Hehuan had been groping for a long time but still couldn't find anything, the vendor suppressed the smile on his face, "Girl, you don't have any money, do you?"

Hang Hehuan secretly said in his heart: "It's really what you said..." But it's rare to have something that suits your heart, and he is reluctant to part with the hairpin in his hand, and asks: "Well, why don't you follow me to the house to get it?" Money? I was in a hurry and forgot to bring my money bag..."

Although they haven't seen Xiao's father and son since they lived in Xiao Qianze's yard, Xiao Yuanyi wouldn't refuse to buy her a bill, right?

Hang Hehuan acquiesced in his heart to accept Xiao's family as the benefactor, but the vendor didn't buy it, and said: "You girl looks like a rich family, why come here to buy things without money?! Don't sell it, don't sell it Yes! Give me back the hairpin!"

Hang Hehuan is still reluctant, but he can't really run away with the hairpin in his mouth, but he really has no money on him.Besides, even if you buy it back, you will not see Leng Qingjue, so even if you buy this hairpin, there is nowhere to put it, and it will add to the trouble.

Thinking about it, Hang Hehuan put the hairpin back into the box.Seeing that she had put it back, the vendor was about to cover the box, but was stopped by a cold voice, "I bought this hairpin."

The vendor immediately recovered his smiling face, and greeted him, "This customer, you really have a good eye! It's really a bargain to buy such a good hairpin for only 50 taels of silver..."

After receiving the money handed over by the person, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he said: "The guests are so refreshing! Unlike some people..." He gave Hang Hehuan a blank look as he spoke, and he didn't care about the stiff face of Hang Hehuan pale.

When the vendor wrapped the hairpin together with the outer box and handed it over to the visitor, Hang Hehuan was still standing there, but his head couldn't be lowered, wishing he could bury it in the ground.

"Guest, do you want to see the other ones? This one, and this one! Take a look, they are all good! Look!"

The visitor's tone remained unchanged, and he said, "No need."

The vendor who was rejected didn't care much, he still saw off the customers with a smile on his face, but he couldn't help but cast another glance at Hang Hehuan standing in front of his stall.But the customer took the things but did not leave the stall, and only handed the exquisitely packaged things to the "rogue" customer.

Hang Hehuan looked at the things in front of him and the familiar hand holding the things, raised his head stiffly, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and smiled.

Still thinking in my heart, this must be the ugliest time I have ever smiled...

"Master..."