When someone with depression enters the horror game

Painted Skins is boring.

The bronze mirror was broken by her, and she didn't even have a chance to look at the makeup on the mirror and feel sorry for herself.

She touched her face.

"It's not pretty enough, it should be done again," she thought.

Then she started rummaging through boxes and boxes.

"That poor man can't even find a pen!"

But I heard that there is a scholar living next door, and the scholar should have a pen.

Tang Xiucai was sweeping the floor in the yard, and when he saw the Painted Skin Ghost coming in, he rolled his eyes.

"This lady..."

"The little girl is a distant cousin of Dr. Shen's next door. She came to visit relatives. Don't take the liberty of visiting. If you are rude, please don't take the blame. It's just... I don't know the name of the husband?" Painted Skin Ghost blushed and stared at the toes.

Tang Xiucai put down the broom and said, "My lady is too worried. My surname is Tang, my name is Swen, and my name is Jiqin. I don't know what my lady is talking about here?"

"My cousin is out for a doctor, and I want to borrow a Tuhao from my husband..."

Tang Xiucai smiled and said, "Why not? My lady wait a moment, I will fetch it for my lady."

He went into the back room and went to pick up a pen for Painted Skin Ghost.

Painted Skin Ghost stood by the broom and couldn't help laughing.

Tang, Si, Wen?

Sven sweeping the floor is also wonderful.

Tang Xiucai took the pen and handed it to Hua Skin Ghost, who blushed again.

She said an inaudible "I am grateful", and hurried back to the house with the hem of her skirt.

Tang Xiucai was so distracted that he didn't even bother to sweep the floor.

It's really...the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.

Eyebrows are picturesque.

On the other side, Yang Mansion.

A female voice replied to Shen Lian, beautiful and gentle: "Someone actually knows me?"

Master Yang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a "plop".

Shen Lian smiled and said: "I know Princess Yushi."

The female voice brought a little smile: "It's so old, if someone knows it, it should be obvious."

"Why doesn't the princess show up?"

"You brought a Taoist here, how dare I go down?"

Shen Lian glanced at Zheng Qing: "As far as his three-legged cat's Taoism is concerned, I can't help you, the princess, right?"

"rational."

A figure gradually appeared under the emerald green and tall mulberry tree.

The girl had a pretty face, and she was wearing a snow-white cloak, looking at Shen Lian with a smile.

Shen Lian toasted her a glass of wine through the window.

She lightly moved her lotus steps and passed through the wall.

Shen Lian looked at her and asked: "Why does the princess want to have trouble with a little girl who is not yet young?"

She raised her eyelids and said disdainfully, "Why can't I have trouble with her?"

While talking, Miss Yang's body was wrapped in horse skin.

Master Yang stood up from the ground and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing stared into the girl's eyes and said softly, "Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself."

The girl twisted her smiling face, and screamed, "Don't do to others what you don't want done to you! If you save her now, who would save me back then!"

"Why! Why! Why does she want to escape marriage!"

She turned to Miss Yang's bed in an instant, and pinched Miss Yang's neck: "Why does she want to escape marriage!"

Ms. Yang woke up unexpectedly. When she opened her eyes, she saw a woman wrapped in horse skin. She screamed "horse skin" and passed out again.

However, in the eyes of others, this woman is wearing a white cloak.

Shen Lian said calmly: "Princess Yushi, please calm down."

She did become quieter, stopped yelling, and began to talk to herself nervously: "She must marry him, she must marry him, she must marry him..."

Miss Yang's face was also covered with horse skin.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Shen Lian quickly asked: "How can the princess spare Miss Yang's life?"

The girl called "Princess" laughed loudly: "Let her marry him! Let her marry him!"

Miss Yang woke up leisurely again.

Shen Lian took a mirror and placed it in front of her.

She looked at herself covered in horse skin in the mirror, her pupils shrank, she opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

Shen Lian was slightly sympathetic: "If Miss Yang doesn't marry her fiancé, I'm afraid she will die wrapped in horse hides."

Master Yang rushed to the bedside, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, so he could only call "girl" dejectedly.

Ms. Yang was stunned for a moment, shed a tear, and spoke again in a hoarse voice: "I'm married."

The girl in the white cloak disappeared.

The horse skin on Miss Yang also disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Lian looked at the father and daughter and sighed: "In the future, let's offer a spiritual seat under the mulberry tree. This time it's a disaster."

Master Yang nodded blankly.

"Doctor, let's go." He said to Zheng Qing.

The two carried the medicine box and walked out of the Yang Mansion side by side.

[It is said that there was a silkworm girl whose father was robbed by others, but the horse she was riding remained.The mother said: "If anyone is returned by his father, he will be married as a daughter." When the horse heard the words, he stumbled and went away.A few days later, my father returned on horseback.The mother told the reason, but the father refused.The horse roars, the father kills it, and exposes its skin to the court.Pi suddenly rolled away from the girl, lived in the mulberry, and the girl turned into a silkworm]

[In Han Dynasty, the empress picked mulberries by herself, worshiping the silkworm god and saying: "Mrs. Wanya, Princess Yushi." The princess is also the honorific title of a woman;Therefore, it may be said that silkworms are daughters in this world, which is the last words of ancient times. 〕

The author has something to say:

The story of the horse-skin silkworm girl should be in "Sou Shen Ji". I saw different versions on the Internet, and I was a little confused.Did the mother promise to marry her daughter to Ma, or did the daughter promise herself?Kneeling and begging for the textual research party.

The world is old and no one knows——Li He's "Long Song Xing"