Seventh Pagoda

The person was knocked unconscious by himself, compared to Liangfu who made a fuss, Yun Jian felt more at ease.

"What are you talking about, people wake up sooner or later, I really want to harm you, why wait until now?"

Jia Liang nodded, deeply convinced, and then stood up with one hand on his hands. He wanted to speak but felt that his throat was blocked, so he had to slowly go to the stove to fill a bowl of porridge, and drank it in small sips.

After drinking a bowl of porridge for a full quarter of an hour, I turned around and found several pairs of eyes by the fire staring at me without blinking, full of vigilance.

Jia Liang smiled shyly, but pointed in the direction where Feng Yuwei was sitting, and said in a hoarse voice without thinking, "There are people over there."

It was an affirmative tone, but it was full of doubts.

Yun Jian figured it out, and inexplicably found it funny: "You can't see?"

Jia Liang nodded: "I can't see it."

Liangfu was aroused: "Oh? Then you might as well tell me, who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here?"

Before Jia Liang could speak, Feng Yuwei jumped out first: "Slow! Slow! Slow! Who are you talking to?"

In the middle of the night, in the mass grave, surrounded by coffins, a group of large living people, all of a sudden, spoke to the void, really scary, isn't it!

Liangfu was so focused on listening to the story that he didn't care about Feng Yuwei: "It's just someone you can't see. Don't interrupt."

Feng Yuwei's hair stood on end, but Liang Fu kept urging Jia Liang to tell a story. Yun Jian waved her hand, signaling Feng Yuwei to be quiet first.

Jia Liang leaned in front of the fire and sat cross-legged. A thought flashed through Liangfu's mind, even if it was a ghost, it seemed that he was not afraid of fire...

"Jia Liang. Jinling. Dreaming."

After speaking, there was a long silence.

"That's the end?!" Liangfu stretched his neck long ago and waited for someone to tell the story. He didn't want someone to ask him "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here?"

Liangfu was so startled that even Feng Yuwei became apprehensive: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

Yang Yulin told him succinctly: "It is said that his name is Jia Liang, he is from Jinling, and he came here in a dream... Do you know this Jia Liang?"

Feng Yu thought about it for a while: "I don't know."

Yang Yulin couldn't help reminding him: "Could it be that you dream too much and forget about it?"

Feng Yuwei's eyes widened: "Believe me, I can tell you how many tiles were on the roof of the blue tile house in my first dream 23 years ago."

Yang Yulin nodded: "Oh."

Feng Yuwei continued: "So, it is impossible for me to forget—"

"How many tiles are there?" Yang Yulin sincerely asked for advice.

Feng Yuwei: "...230 and three yuan."

Liangfu was very serious and unhappy: "Oh, you can answer whatever I ask you, how old are you this year, what do you do in Jinling, what kind of dream did you come here, why did you sleep in a coffin Why are you awake now, these one, two, three, four, five, can't you take the initiative to tell me?"

Jia Liang nodded: "Yes."

Then, a long silence.

Yang Yulin let out a "poof" laugh, Yun Jian held back her laugh, and stopped the distraught Ryosuke: "I'll come, I'll come."

Yun Jian approached Jia Liang: "I ask, you answer, okay?"

Jia Liang nodded: "OK."

Yun Jian: "How old are you this year?"

Jia Liang: "Fifteen."

Yun Jian: "How many people are in your family?"

Jia Liang fell into deep thought: "...230 three."

Yun Jian was shocked: "...What exactly does your family do?"

Jia Liang: "The tea house."

Yun Jian: "...Okay. What kind of dream did you have to come here?"

Jia Liang: "I don't remember."

Yun Jian vomited three liters of blood: "...You guys should come."

Jing Fulin finally opened his mouth, but asked a question that didn't make much sense: "What year, month and day is it now?"

Jia Liang thought for a while: "November [-]th in the eighth year of Heqing."

The silence was so long that Feng Yuwei couldn't sit still: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Liangfu was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth. Hearing Feng Yuwei's question, he quickly stared at him and asked, "What year, month and day is it now?"

Feng Yuwei stuttered from his stare: "...Hehe Heqing November 11, [-]."

Liangfu came up with a bad idea: "It just so happens that you came to this yard three years ago. Do you know why Jia Liang broke out of the coffin? It was because you spit a mouthful of blood on the lid of the coffin. Now there is a way to prove it." Are you two people or ghosts, why don't you pour a few more bowls of blood on him and have a look?"

"No!" Before Liangfu finished speaking, Feng Yuwei hurriedly replied, even a little harshly, and suddenly murmured again: "Huh? What did I just say? I said no? Why did I say no..."

Fu Dali hadn't spoken much since he entered the courtyard, and now he stood up with a huff.

Walking up to Feng Yuwei, grabbing him by the collar and picking him up, and doing the same thing, grabbing Jia Liang by the collar, grabbing him in one place, exerting force with both left and right hands.

Feng Yuwei and Jia Liang were caught off guard, and at the same time stretched out their arms to buffer Fu Dali's strength, and the two on the opposite side naturally embraced each other, but seeing the two collided, they completely penetrated each other's body, Like hitting a cloud of air.

Fu Dali looked a little puzzled, and Liangfu's eyes were brightly written with three big characters "Damn it".

Without waiting for a closer look, Feng Yuwei and Jia Liang both covered their chests and cried out in pain, their foreheads were dripping with cold sweat, their eyes were about to crack, and their appearance was terrifying. Fu Dali was stunned in place when he encountered this change.

Jing Fulin shouted, "Let go!"

Only then did Fu Dali come to his senses, and quickly separated the two, throwing one at the corner of the wall, and it took half a quarter of an hour for him to calm down.

"What happened just now?" Jia Liang didn't talk much, so it was Feng Yuwei who asked.

Yang Yulin likes to read when she has nothing to do, even if she reads all the books, none of the legends and monsters in the book is as rare as the one in front of her.

Liangfu corrected his expression: "Some things happened that we can't... guess. There's been a lot of trouble today, we'll leave at dawn, please don't worry."

"I'm at ease? How can I be at ease! Think about your conscience, who entered the yard and slapped me on the coffin board, and now you slapped your ass and left, huh? Leave me here alone, every day Facing a person who doesn’t know whether it’s a human or a ghost, but still can’t see or hear something, huh? You are the ones who started it! You still want to abandon it from beginning to end!”

Feng Yuwei was startled and angry, and he spoke in a manner that was neither humble nor overbearing, and polite.

Isn't that right, ever since he entered this courtyard, smashed others, ate others, used others... Liangfu was speechless for a while.

Jing Fulin asked Yang Yulin: "Two more follow, can you be patient?"

Yang Yulin said truthfully: "I think it's very interesting."

Jing Fulin nodded and looked at Liangfu without speaking.

Ryosuke: "..."

Feng Yuwei was a little unhappy: "Why are there two? It's over if you take me, what do you do with him?"

Jing Fulin: "You can choose to stay here."

"Facing each other day and night with Jia Liang, who doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost at the mass grave", and "faces each other day and night with Jia Liang, who does not know whether he is a ghost or not, among a group of real living people", Feng Yuwei decisively chose the latter.

Now that she has settled down, Feng Yuwei resumed her carefree and open-minded look: "I haven't bothered to ask, where are you going on this trip?"

Yang Yulin extremely didn't want Feng Yuwei to have the impression of "Huguang" in her mind, so she blurted out: "Jiangnan."

Yang Yulin swore that he heard Jing Fulin laugh...

"Jiangnan is good! My second uncle is in Jiangnan! I haven't seen my second uncle for several years. I was haunted by dreams when I was a child, and I was skinny. In order to treat my illness, my elder brother searched for doctors everywhere, and the money was wasted. Yes, I almost emptied my second uncle's belongings, and I have been able to raise almost everything in the past three years, so it's time to go back and see my second uncle."

Feng Yuwei happily made plans.

Jing Fulin seemed to suddenly think of something: "Who is your second uncle?"

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Feng Xishan."

Jing Fulin: "..."

Ryosuke: "..."

Fu Dali: "..."

Prince Ding, Feng Xishan, was one of the four kings with different surnames granted by the late emperor. The four princes and the late emperor were siblings. According to their seniority, Jing Fulin should call him "Second Uncle"...

That being the case, Feng Yuwei's big brother must be Feng Caiwei.

When the Caiwei villa was first built, many people with good deeds gossip about it, saying that they never expected that the outstanding son of the Feng family would go to the capital to open a kiln. Now that I think about it, Feng Caiwei's painstaking management is only for Feng Yuwei.

Yang Yulin didn't know the inside story, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit dignified, she looked at the silent Jia Liang, "Our emperor... our Mr. Jing is very interested, and we are going to Jinling to watch the lanterns, if you have nothing to do, why don't you go? "

Jia Liang only nodded lightly: "Yeah."

Fu Dali took care of the firewood, Liangfu and Feng Yuwei joined Yuanba and Qin Wan's sleepy army, Yang Yulin was trying so hard to figure out the intricate relationship between Feng Yuwei and Jia Liang, but at last she exhausted her energy and unknowingly leaned into Jing Fulin's arms Fell asleep.

Closing his eyes, he still vaguely wondered if he was too used to this embrace, and the next second he closed his eyes, he would forget anything.

In the early morning of the next day, Hei Xuanfeng's familiar horseshoes and hissing sounded outside the yard. Taxue shook his long eyelashes and stood up, chewed a few mouthfuls of beans and wheat bran that Fu Dali carefully prepared, and went out Dada to join his companions. But there was an extra blue horse.

Ryosuke: "..."

Yuanba didn't realize it, and his tone was full of pride: "This is Fifth Brother's horse, named Zhuifeng, isn't it beautiful, Fifth Brother loves blue color the most, but Fifth Brother's horsemanship is really bad, we set off more than an hour earlier last night, Instead, he was the last to catch up."

Liangfu suffocated with heartache: "...my 1000 taels of silver, I spent all of it in one night, Yuanba, brother, I don't want to talk to you these days..."

Yuanba nodded understandingly: "Well, elder brother is weak, and his foundation in martial arts is usually poor. After driving for a few days, he must be exhausted. Rest well, elder brother. I just don't want to talk to elder brother."

Fu Dali, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help but smile, and Yang Yulin was even more overjoyed. Of the brothers, Yuanba was the most interesting.

Jia Liang was forcefully handed over to Yuanba by Liang Fu, Yun Yingzhao looked at Feng Yuwei, and the group packed up and prepared to go.

The sun is shining brightly in the morning, but at night I still don't feel it. Under the light of the sky at this moment, Feng Yuwei is amazingly thin. I can't feel any flesh. His chin is as thin as an awl. His sunken cheeks and protruding cheekbones match his The deep eye sockets of the upper blue shadow.

It only needs to be three points more plump to see what a beautiful face this master has, but it's a pity that he is really too thin to be human.If so, this is still the appearance raised by An Xinjue after sleeping for three years. What a bleak scene he must have been three years ago.

Looking at Jia Liang again, the ankle-length black hair is tied up, revealing clear facial features, the extreme whiteness of the complexion and the extreme black color of the hair, eyebrows, and even the clothes, the contrast is more vivid, this cold and hard look , inexplicably makes people feel seductive.

Looking at the two people on horseback who were strange in every way, Yang Yulin thought silently, whether this opportunity was a blessing or a curse.