[Comprehensive] The contagiousness of Northeastern dialect

There seemed to be a burst of thunder in the middle of the night, followed by light rain.

In the morning, the cool breeze slowly blows in through the half-closed wooden windows, carrying the fragrance of flowers after the rain.

Yu Huatian's knuckle-boned hands were soaked in warm water, and he listened to Ma Jinliang's stern report of the news that "The Lin Mansion was struck by lightning yesterday and ignited a raging fire, which burned into coke in a short time", his expression remained unchanged, as if he was interested in This is not surprising.

After a while, he said with a slight sarcasm: "The thunder came at the right time."

Yu Huatian took the handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly, "Does Lin Ziyi know?"

Ma Jinliang shook his head, "The subordinates only reported to the adults."

Yu Huatian threw the handkerchief into the copper basin, straightened his new official uniform, and stepped out of the room, "Go. Go and see her."

The young man knocked on the door and called "Miss Lin" twice, but there was no response in the room.He hesitated slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, and the door opened without a sound.

The little servant came in to look around, then ran out in a hurry, and reported to Yuhuatianhui: "My lord, Miss Lin is missing."

Yu Huatian frowned, and was about to say something when the peach petals that fell lightly on his shoulders stopped his words.He clamped the peach blossom, looked up, and saw Lin Ziyi sitting on the branch, calling him pitifully: "Brother Huatian."

Although the clothes were still the same aqua blue as yesterday, the pattern on the cuffs had changed from apricot blossoms to plum blossoms, which had obviously been changed.

Yu Huatian looked at her, didn't even bother to address her, frowned deeply, and asked her, "...what's the matter with your hair?"

Her waist-length hair was straight and straight at the moment, and some of it was even entangled with peach blossom branches. She looked quite like the ghost of Shanba in Ghosts and Ghosts.

"Hair?" Lin Ziyi didn't realize it for a while, raised her hand and touched her head, then gnashed her teeth and cursed: "Mr. Lei, his old lady's, you fool, you stupid roe..."

As if she had enough scolding, Lin Ziyi looked at Yuhuatian, and he hesitated and explained: "I, I have a problem since I was a child. I am afraid of thunder, and when there is thunder, my hair stands on end."

Yu Huatian took the tea brought by the servant, sat on the stone chair in the courtyard, took a sip, and said, "Continue to make up."

"I didn't lie to you." Lin Ziyi muttered, gently stroked her soaring hair with the palm of her hand, except for the ones entangled with peach blossom branches, the rest of the hair became obediently soft.

She reached out to untie the hair, but the more she untwisted it, the more messy it became, and the tighter the tangle.She became impatient, and patted the tree trunk, "Don't take advantage of me, brat, let go, let go, let go."

As soon as the words fell, there was no wind or rain, but the flower branch seemed to move a few times, and the almost tangled blue silk slipped down quietly with the rustling of the flowers.

Yu Huatian watched silently, gently placed the teacup on the stone table, and beckoned Ma Jinliang to the side.

Ma Jinliang understood, bent down, and fixed his eyes on Lin Ziyi who was sitting on the tree with an inexplicably haggard expression.

"Go and find out if she ever..." Yu Huatian whispered in his ear, but rarely hesitated on how to phrase it.

Yuhuatian does not believe in gods and ghosts, nor demons.In his eyes, those ghost hunters, Taoist monks and eminent monks from outside the world who were recruited in the palace are just a group of pretenders, incompetent people who are used to alarmists and use invisible things in the world as bait to gain their own future.

But when he came into contact with Lin Ziyi about the various things that happened in the past two days, he was a little confused.

Lin Ziyi's footsteps are flimsy and her feet are unstable. She is not a person who knows martial arts.But if he said that she knew some spells, he just thought it was ridiculous.

The matter of the Changwu Institute can be explained as Lin Ziyi knew a little bit about formations, and he stumbled into the formation by mistake, only to see that kind of weird scene.However, the clothes that were soaked in the rain but not even half wet had such profound inner strength that he could do it, and Lin Ziyi might not be able to use some small tricks to deceive him.

And this kind of mystifying technique is commonly used by those folk cults.

When entering the palace yesterday, Concubine Wan Gui had inadvertently mentioned to him that it was Master Lin who first mentioned the rumors of haunting to her.

If both Master Lin and Lin Ziyi were members of that cult, so many incidents had occurred, and layers of agencies had been laid down to intensify the rumors of ghosts in the palace.And they can be opportunistic, and in the name of alleviating the emperor's worries, they can put down the chaos they have set up by themselves.The emperor must be delighted, and the cult can openly enter the palace and become an orthodox sect.

If so, it would be beneficial to him.

Yu Huatian pointed his fingers at the rim of the cup, and said slowly: "Go and find out whether Master Lin and Lin Ziyi have any connection with any cult."

Lin Ziyi didn't know that Yu Huatian had already positioned her as a heretic while she was combing her hair.

She jumped down from the tree lightly, and sat next to Yu Huatian with the fragrance of peach blossoms all over her body. She held her chin and asked him with a smile, "Brother Huatian, can you take me to the palace today?"

Yu Huatian originally wanted to bring Lin Ziyi into the palace to verify some things, but when she heard her mention it, he rolled his eyes, but instead replied: "No."

Lin Ziyi choked for a moment, with a bitter face, "Why? Didn't my godfather say that I'm very useful?"

"Master Lin did say so." Yu Huatian took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "But I can't see it. Master Lin's first adopted daughter is good at dancing, and his second adopted daughter is good at painting. What are you good at?"

Lin Ziyi thought hard, "Uh... am I good at talking?"

Yu Huatian sneered, "No matter how good your drawing is, it's useless to me."

Lin Ziyi waved her hand and said, "No, no. You misunderstood. I mean, I'm good at speaking. Speaking." She thought for a while, and continued: "I'm the best at Northeast dialect. Otherwise, I'll sing Duan Errenzhuan for Brother Huatian ? If you are interested, I can teach you too!"

Yu Huatian: "...No need."

Lin Ziyi felt quite regretful, "Godfather said that Concubine Wan Gui liked to hear it, Brother Huatian, don't you really think about it?"

Yuhuatian: "..."

For some reason, Yuhuatian couldn't help but see the scene of Mr. Lin twirling his handkerchief, pinching his voice and singing Errenzhuan, while Concubine Wan Gui hugged her beloved pistachio and laughed.

He pushed himself and others to think of himself, and suddenly his face turned ugly.

Yu Huatian: "... Where did Master Lin adopt you?"

Lin Ziyi answered very briskly, "Changbai Mountain. He stole ginseng, and I watched him steal it. Then he became his adopted daughter."

Yuhuatian: "..."

Yu Huatian: "...you dress up and follow me into the palace."

Yu Huatian got up and took two steps in a hurry. He seemed to remember something, and casually said to Lin Ziyi, "The Lin Mansion was burned last night."

After speaking, as if he knew her reaction, he left without stopping.

The little eunuch who was waiting at the side asked her with a low eyebrow if she had any laundry to do.Lin Ziyi shook her head, and sent him to the kitchen on the grounds that she was hungry.

She walked back to the room, dragged out a few pieces of coke that vaguely contained water-blue cloth from under the bed, and sighed, "Lei Gong is really not tired."

Lin Ziyi took out a note from her bosom, on which Master Lin, who was theoretically dead, simply wrote three words in vigorous fonts - see you in the palace.

The note lay safely in the palm of her hand, wrapped in it by the water mass that emerged from her palm.Lin Ziyi lightly clenched her fist, and the water ball violently stirred up in her palm, completely destroying the note in a moment.

She held her chin and muttered to herself, "See you in the palace. I don't know if I can succeed this time. I don't want to sleep for another 500 years."