unlucky ghost

When Jiang Han approached, Tan Xifang felt that he was a little different from the three of them just now. He was handsome but more dignified. Although his expression was lazy, he was a little pretentious. Show some impersonal meaning.

Tanxi thought to himself, no wonder Tanzi really didn't want to call him, it would be boring to make friends with such a person.

After standing for a while, Qin Qing and the little pigeon quickly entered the archway.

There was a lot of noise inside, the cups and saucers were ringing, chatting and laughing again and again.

Tanxi stood for a while and felt very bored, and the weather was very hot, so he withdrew and walked back, walked through the veranda, and returned to the room where Tanzishi had just been lying down, and sat alone by the table for a nap .

After sitting for a while, the heat on his body gradually dissipated, so he got up and paced around the room, looking around.

This little boy's bedroom is very clean.

Behind the landscape-painted glazed screen is a very tall sandalwood shelf, not containing antique porcelain, but full of books, most of which are [-]% to [-]% new.

Tanxi smacked her lips, thinking to herself, she looks quite good.

There is a thick pear wood desk in front of the bookshelf, the ink tone is just right, and there is a delicate Langhao on the pen holder, the pen is slightly clean, but it looks like it has been licked cleanly.

Further inside is the couch.

There is also a round table in front of the couch, with a set of clean tea sets as white as jade, and some trinkets near the window, and a bunch of parrots and sparrows hanging outside the window, they are all hunched over and lazy at the moment.

After reading it, Tanxi lay down on the bed. Tan Zishi's bed was soft, and there were three thick layers of satin quilt under the mat.

Once people are bored, they tend to get sleepy, and so do ghosts.

Tanxi lay on the couch for less than a moment, and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept from noon until it was dark, and never even heard the door open.

Tanzi was so drunk that he wobbled in from the outside, slammed the door shut, kicked off his shoes with his feet, and fell asleep.

Tanxi vaguely heard a movement, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Tanzishi lying beside her, sound asleep.

Tanxi quietly sat up from the bed, and tiptoed out of the room.

When the door was closed, Tanzi turned over on the bed, still yelling: "Jiang...Jiang Han, don't give me a face..."

Tanxi found a fairly solid tree in the yard, and climbed up in twos and twos, with his head resting on his arms and his legs crossed.

It's strange to say that it's already autumn, and there are still many mosquitoes in this courtyard, but they are still wandering around the Tanxi.

Tanxi was surrounded by mosquitoes, and they couldn't drive them away. They buzzed and buzzed so loudly that they didn't feel sleepy at all, and even their patience was exhausted.

After making trouble until midnight, Tanxi begged for mercy pitifully: "Brother Mosquito, I don't know the rules for the first time here. I hope you will be magnanimous and let me survive. I will never forget your benevolence and righteousness in the future."

Hearing the words, the group of mosquitoes flew up and down and screamed for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

Tan Xi lay down again, but she heard Tan Zishi's room door creak and open. Tan Zishi half-opened his eyes, stumbled out of the door, and went to the hut.

When he came out of the hut, Tanzi really woke up a lot, and rubbed half of his flattened face and went to the east wing.

Tan Zishi's bedroom is on the west side of the courtyard, surrounded by lush trees and flowers.

To the east is a row of wing houses, with a few sparse trees planted outside the house. It is pitch black at the moment, and the doors and windows can only be discerned vaguely by the moonlight.

Tan Zishi walked to the southernmost door, raised his hand to knock, but paused in mid-air.

After a while, Tan Zishi sighed, and moved to the right side again. When he counted to the second room, Tan Zishi jumped in from the window.

Then, nothing happened.

Tanxi saw that the window was open, eight out of ten it was Qinggu's room.

Tanxi woke up just after dawn in the morning, and the servants in the front yard were busy making a pot of porridge.Because Tanxi was on a tree, he could see Master Tan leading a few boys to the veranda from a distance.

Tanxi hurriedly slid down from the tree and knocked on Qinggu's door.

After knocking three or two times, Qinggu opened the door sleepily, looked here and there, but no one was there, and muttered and cursed.

Tanxi glanced into the room and saw that Tanzi was sleeping soundly with her face pressed against the ground, she couldn't help laughing, no wonder there was no movement last night, it turned out that this little boy fell asleep when he turned down the window, it was a waste of time kindness.

Just as Qinggu was about to close the door, Tan Zishi sat up from the ground cleverly, rushed out with disheveled clothes, and shouted: "It's broken, it's broken, the old man will definitely come over now."

Qing Gu yelled from behind: "Master, why are you running without shoes..."

When Qing Gu yelled, the doors of the remaining two rooms next door also opened one after another.

Tanxi saw that the southernmost room was the one named Jiang Han, and the other one also came out of the account room with Qinggu yesterday.

Seeing people staring at him, Qing Gu quickly shut up, and said with an embarrassed smile: "...Everyone wakes up so early, it's really... hardworking..." After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a bang.

Tan Zishi ran back into the room with his bare feet, and slammed the door behind him.

On the veranda over there, Mr. Tan approached Tanzi Shifang menacingly.

The little pigeon came out from nowhere, greeted him respectfully, and said, "Greetings, master."

After being separated for more than ten years, Master Tan has taken good care of himself, he is not as fat as Steward Wen, but there are a few wrinkles on his face, and his anger has increased a little.

"After dinner yesterday, did the young master practice calligraphy in the room?"

The little pigeon bowed and said: "Go back to the master, the young master has been practicing calligraphy in the study yesterday afternoon, and the little one grinds the ink himself."

Master Tan nodded, very satisfied, his anger subsided by three points, and he said: "Why didn't I see him go to the front to find Mr. Wang today, and fell asleep?"

"Back to the master, the young master stayed up late yesterday, and he suffered from the cold, and coughed a little before going to bed, so this morning the little one didn't dare to call himself."

Tan Zi hurriedly coughed twice inside.

Master Tan frowned and said, "Then tell him to rest first, and then tell Qin Qing to invite a doctor to come and have a look."

The little pigeon said yes.

Master Tan glanced at the door of Tan Zishi's room, then turned and left.

The little pigeon bent down as if deflated, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Making up nonsense is hard work.

Just before he breathed a sigh of relief, Master Tan turned around again, and the little pigeon straightened up and grinned.

Master Tan said: "By the way, since I studied for a long time yesterday, let him write a piece of calligraphy and let me have a look. You don't need to ask him to go to the accountant today, just take care of it."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tanzi was coughing incessantly in the room, his lungs were about to cough out his throat.

The little pigeon replied with a wry smile, and then Master Tan turned and left.

"Heh..." Jiang Han leaned against the door and sneered, closing the door gloatingly, and the other two also yawned and closed the door.

Tanxi said: "You can't live because you have committed evil." He also gloated out of the yard and wandered around while the sun was not out.

This mansion is very complicated, one after another is connected by corridors through the mountains, and the rockery pavilions and stones are unevenly scattered, separating the roads into a maze. The beauty of stones is true, too many of them are fascinating.

Tanxi raised her hand to cover the sun, panting and ran back to the small courtyard, not daring to run around again.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the little pigeon knelt on the ground tremblingly, holding the handle of the wolf with one hand, and kept wiping his forehead with the other hand. The tip of the pen dipped into the ink, and the written words trembled.

"Don't worry, write slowly, and send it to the master's study when you're done." Tanzi lay on the bed leisurely on his side.

Qin Qing gloated at his misfortune while holding the soup: "I'm talking about pigeons, you have to take it easy when you make up nonsense in the future, and you can't just please the master, at least you have to take care of our master..."

The little pigeon lay on the ground and gave him a vicious look, then continued to write.

Tanzi sat up lazily, Tanxi saw that half of his face was still red when he was lying on the ground, but she didn't realize it, she reached out to take the soup and brought it to her mouth.

Before he took a sip, Tan Zishi turned his face away, coughed several times, almost knocked over the bowl of soup in his hand.

I don't want to make a fake come true.

"Master, are you really sick?"

Tan Zishi wiped the corner of his mouth, his face flushed, and he threw the bowl to Qin Qing again.I think it was caused by sleeping on the ground for half the night last night, and the cold air penetrated into the body skin. The cold air in autumn night should not be underestimated.

"Master, I'm going to invite the doctor right now." Qin Qing quickly put down the bowl and ran out.

Tan Zishi coughed a few more times, and the little pigeon hurriedly jumped up and pressed him on the bed, "Master, lie down and warm yourself, it's even worse being so cold."

Tan Zishi lay down obediently, and ordered weakly: "Don't worry about me, go and write the words, or the old man will scold you again."

The little pigeon tucked the quilt up for him, and lay down on the ground again to write.

Not long after, Qin Qing led an old man with frost temples into the gate of Tan Mansion.

The old man was all dressed up, holding a life-saving box in one hand, and hurriedly followed him into the bedroom to have a look.

The old man touched Tan Zishi's forehead first, then cut his pulse, stroked his goatee and said: "There is some cold in my body, and I have some typhoid fever. It's nothing to worry about. Prescribe a few doses of medicine, and it will take three or two days to recuperate." Heal, just keep warm."

Qin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and led the old gentleman to the outside to write prescriptions and grab medicines.

In the evening, Mr. Tan came to see him again, and saw that he looked sick and pitiful, as if he was pretending, but he lost his temper, and only asked if he had written well.

The little pigeon tremblingly held the paper and handed it to Master Tan. Master Tan picked it up and looked at it, first nodded, then shook his head, put down the paper with a dissatisfied expression, and sat down beside the table.

After sitting there stiffly for a while, Tan Zishi closed his eyes and said nothing.

Tanxi laughed secretly, seeing that the two of them did not look like father and son, but rather enemies.

At night, Tanxi climbed up the tree as usual, and the sky was pitch black, with no stars or moon.

The cold outside draped down, the cold wind kept blowing in my ears, and the rustling of the leaves made a noise like a dead soul.

Tanxi climbed down the tree, quietly opened the door of Tan Zishi's room, sat alone by the desk, and poured a cup of tea for herself.

Tanzi on the couch heard the sound, muttered a few words in the tent, turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.

Tanxi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the teacup and drank slowly.