unlucky ghost

It was almost dusk when I returned to the house.

After getting off the carriage, Wen Zhongzao was waiting outside the gate. Seeing Master Tan, he hurriedly said: "Master, I came back from Luoyang at noon on the [-]th, and I am still waiting in the hall right now. I must see Master."

Master Tan glared at Tan Zishi, and said to Qin Qing and Xiao Gezi: "Go ahead, send the young master to the room first, and Xiao Gezi go to the back hall to serve him some hangover soup, and you don't have to come to me for dinner. Haosheng is waiting, don't tell him to mess around."

"Yes!" The little pigeon hurriedly carried Tan Zishi to the mansion, and Qin Qing followed behind.

"What happened in Xinyang has not been reported in the past few years." Master Tan pulled his sleeves and walked in front of Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong followed behind, nodding and bowing his head, saying: "In previous years, his place was considered the most peaceful place, but this year Xinyang suffered from severe drought, and the harvest of mountain chrysanthemums was quite small. Besides, the manpower that was originally hired was hired by the tea plantation, and the salary was not low. , left most of the time, and the rest has been dealt with, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

"This mountain chrysanthemum was sold to Yangzhou in the past, but it only took more than ten boats from the Jin family a few years ago. How did such a big thing happen, and you only come to see me now?" Master Tan said slightly angrily.

Wen Zhong hurriedly said: "Master, please calm down. In [-], he was the best at handling errands in the past, and he was prone to accidents. I didn't want to bother you because of trivial matters. I was afraid that he was really helpless, so he returned to the house... "

"Forget it, it's really not going to work, first buy some from the scattered people, you go to work first, I will go to the hall to see Jiu Qi, this matter must not get out..." Master Tan entered the mansion while talking Door.

Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Master Tan walking away, he muttered in a low voice: "Old Jiu, I can only help you here..."

It was night, and the wind was rising.

Tanxi shrunk down by the table in Tanzi's real room, sitting in front of a cup of herbal tea.

The room was extremely quiet, only the sound of the wind outside could be heard, the sharp whistling sound seemed to destroy the flowers and trees, blowing away the remaining heat in the sky.

All the servants in the mansion have fallen asleep, and it is pitch black inside and out.

Tanxi only felt empty in her heart, but there was no one to speak for a while.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream, and Tanxi hurriedly turned her head to look.

There was still a halo of light on the wall beside Tanzishi's sleeping couch.

Tanzi screamed at a man in white in his dream.

Tanxi glanced at the man in white and was dumbfounded.

The man in white was none other than Tanxi herself.

Tan Xi secretly thought, it seems that he was not lightly frightened during the day.

In the dream, the man in white approached Tan Zishi step by step, with a grim face and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Tan Zishi stepped back, hesitantly said: "You... you, go away!"

The man in white smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't eat you, and I won't hurt you..."

As the man in white was walking, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, and the robe on his body gradually became blackened, gradually revealing the scorched leather inside, and said with a sneer, "Heh... whatever sin you have committed, you should pay for it." sin of..."

Tanzi was scared out of his wits and said, "No...don't come here."

Tanzi was really retreating, and suddenly there was a deep abyss behind him, black and bottomless.

Tan Zishi let out a scream of "ah", and just fell straight down.

Tan Xi saw that Tan Zishi on the couch was also screaming indiscriminately, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Tanxi was about to get up and enter his dream, so as to save him, but after another thought, the man in white in the dream was himself, if he fell into his dream, wouldn't it add fuel to the flames?

At this time, the pool in the dream really fell into chaos, bumping around like headless chickens.

After a while, the chaos turned into a series of dark alleys, intertwined and complicated like a spider web.

Tanzi looked anxiously into the alley.

There was no light in the dark alley.

Tanzi really picked an alley, plunged into it, and ran out panting after a while, and then went into another alley...

I tried dozens of times like this, and returned to the original place every time.

Tan Zishi fell to the ground with a sad face, sobbed softly, and murmured: "I can't get out, I can't get out..."

Tanxi secretly thought, this person was actually trapped to death by his dream.

Tan Zishi just sat on the ground paralyzed like this, tears falling to the ground patter.

Seeing Tanzi's pitiful appearance in the dream, and seeing Tanzi's head covered in cold sweat on the bed, Tanxi immediately felt compassion.

"Tan Zishi, wake up." Tan Xi walked towards him and called out twice, only then did he realize that Yangren couldn't hear him.

Tanxi looked around and kicked the soft stool behind her hard.

The tables and stools collided, and there was a "huhu rumbling", Tan Zishi still frowned and couldn't wake up.

Tanxi picked up the teapot again, and threw it on the side of Tanzi's solid couch.

There was a crisp "bang" sound from the purple sand pot, and Tan Zishi's eyelids moved at any rate.

Tan Zishi dropped a few more teacups in a row, and then Tan Zishi opened his eyes in a daze, staring at the sky emptyly, and then closed them again after a while.

Tan Zishi was afraid that he would return to that dream again, so he kicked down a few more vases, and made a fuss for a while, finally awakening Tan Zishi completely.

Tanzi sat up abruptly from the bed, panting heavily to wipe off his sweat.After the sweat on my body was completely dry, I lay down and fell asleep again, half the night without dreams.

Mr. Tan has been busy dealing with Xinyang's troubles for several days in a row. During these few days, he is so busy that he doesn't touch the ground, and he doesn't care about Tan Zishi. I'm too lazy to talk too much.

It has just entered winter, and the pool is getting up later every day.

It was only past Shenshi that day, Tan Zishi was still curled up in the quilt, dreaming of his spring and autumn dream, someone knocked on the door three times desperately, and it just happened to wake him up.

"...Huh? Who?" Tan Zishi licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and sat up in a daze, "Go away if you have nothing to do, don't you see me sleeping?"

"...Master, it's a small one." The little pigeon was trembling from his intimidation, rubbed his hands and whispered: "Master, the Liu family sent a young steward to the house to bring some antiques."

Tanzi frowned, squinted his eyes and said, "Understood." After saying that, he fell asleep again as if nothing happened.

"Master, there are also a few purses that Miss Liu'er showed off with her own hands. Lord, look..."

Tanzi said, "He's gone?"

"I just left, butler Wen accompanied me for a conversation."

"The old man is here, what else do I have to do, you can figure out what you sent, don't bother me to sleep." Tan Zishi covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

The little pigeon curled her lips, and thought to herself, this daughter-in-law of affection is not for you to marry.

Qin Qing was holding the pile of antiques, pushed the little pigeon, and said, "Open the door quickly, I can't hold it anymore."

The little pigeon hurriedly opened the door on tiptoe, and the two of them gently put their things on the table and then backed out.

By the time Tanzi really sleeps and is full of dreams, the sun has already dried his buttocks.

The little pigeon was waiting outside, and when she heard Tanzi yawn, she hurried in to help him dress and freshen up.

When he was putting on his belt, Tan Zishi glanced at the things on the table. Naturally, the Four Treasures of the Study were indispensable, as well as several poems and paintings by famous scholars and scholars.

Tanzi raised his eyebrows, unfolded a landscape painting, with a densely packed small poem inscribed on the corner, and snorted: "It's a good painting, but a poem written in a literary style is really a disgrace."

The little pigeon didn't dare to answer his words, and turned behind him to straighten his clothes.

Qin Qing muttered softly: "Heh... I probably don't understand it."

"This is not bad." Tan Zishi grinned suddenly, and reached out to pick up a red abacus.

Qin Qing hurriedly laughed and said: "Master, this is an agate abacus. It is said that it was rewarded by the court to the second son of the Liu family. The agates are all from northern Xinjiang. They are authentic red agates. It is useless for him to keep them. So I sent it over, guessing that the young master might use it."

"En." Tan Zishi held the agate abacus in his hand, looked it up, down, left, and right, and said, "It's a rare thing."

After washing and washing, Tanzi took the pile of things with him before going to the accountant's room.

Wang Jingshi was impatient for waiting, and walked back and forth with his hands in his hands.

When Tan Zishi walked to the door, Lingyu Qinggu rushed over and stretched his head into his arms.

"Why did you bring so many things here?" Lingyu took a white jade inkstone from his arms.

Qing Gu also asked curiously: "Could it be that the master wants to correct the evil and return to the righteous, the prodigal son has turned back?"

Tanzi smiled and said, "Just take whatever you fancy, I don't need it either."

Lingyu Qinggu happily divided the ceremony.

Tanzi saw Wang Jingshi with a real face, and said in a flat voice: "Morning, sir."

When Wang Jingshi saw him, he felt that he got up early.