Chapter 261 The Fang family is a well-educated and filial boy
The more I think about it, the more unhappy I become!
Fang Geyu crumpled the letter into a ball, raised her hand and was about to throw it aside, when her arm froze.
Strange?
Why am I so angry?
Fang Geyu suddenly woke up.
Why do I stay up most of the night like a fool, sulking over a ball of paper?
Beside the inkstone, the white pigeon tilted its head and looked at the angry young lady.
Fang Geyu's face turned red inexplicably. She snorted in embarrassment and said sternly to the ignorant pigeon: "I'm not angry because those women gave him candy!"
< br>White Pigeon: "Gu Gu Gu Gu???"
Fang Geyu was annoyed, so he plucked a hair from its butt and explained with great force and seriousness: "I was angry when I woke up. You woke me up by flying around, and that's why I was angry."
The innocent white pigeon whose butt was bleeding Hanako was so aggrieved that he lay on the case and didn't dare to move.
Fang Geyu muttered to himself, trying to convince himself, and pretended to be relaxed as he smoothed out the crumpled paper in his hand and spread it out: "Yes, I won't get angry over such boring little things."
The paper was spread out, and a series of names of Yingying Yanyan rushed into Miss Fang's eyes.
Here you go! ! !
Fang Geyu suddenly darkened his face, tore the letter into pieces and threw it on the floor.
She turned around and stepped heavily on her feet, and angrily snuggled into bed.
The little feet kicked off two shoes, and the two white and tender feet exposed outside the quilt fluttered randomly. The exquisite jade toes curled up and opened, giving people a feeling that they were about to explode with teeth and claws.
She angrily said: "Langaofang will be burned down tomorrow!"
The next day, Langaofang was naturally fine.
Qi returned to Qi, but Mr. Fang Geyu would not set fire to Xianling City at such a critical moment.
After all, Fang Geyu is very knowledgeable and sensible, and cannot do such immoral things as murder and arson.
Yu'er, the maid in the Yun Family Courtyard, complained to the housekeeper early in the morning: "What? I can't even buy a piece of pastry from Langaofang???"
ä¸Butler Nian waved his hand helplessly, made a silent gesture, and whispered: "Keep your voice down, those people in the city For some reason, this noble man fell in love with the taste of a certain cake shop, and moved all the cakes and candies in the shop early in the morning. We ordinary people like us should never think about it in the future. "
Yu'er was dissatisfied: "How can a noble person be so great and be so domineering?"
The middle-aged housekeeper's expression changed drastically, and he quickly covered her mouth and pointed to the sky above her head.
Yu'er's complexion also changed, and she no longer dared to talk nonsense.
Even if you are dissatisfied, you have to keep it clean. Who dares to compete with that person?
Inner city, ancient palace.
Qingxuan, the female official of Sixi, looked at the pastry boxes stacked into a hill in front of her with a speechless expression.
The pastries are fragrant, but with so many of them piled up in mountains, the taste is a bit too sweet and cloying.
Qingxuan pinched his nose and frowned, and said with some disgust: "Is this little girl from the Fang family so crazy again?"
On the imperial desk in the main hall, there is an opened box of Hawthorn Toffee, a clear voice was unclear, as if biting something, the voice floated down leisurely: "He is a filial and good boy."
It is night, with a lonely moon and a star.
Bailian was alone in front of the Yun family's mansion with no one around him. In the night sky above his head, there was a bright moon, and the watery moonlight illuminated the city. It was a pure night when all the evil spirits were gone.
The mansion was quiet, but as if it were dead and lifeless. There was no candle light in the concierge. No one dared to light a lamp, and no one dared to make a sound, as if they were afraid of offending something.
Only under the plaque on the gate of the mansion, hangs a pearl like a night-bright pearl, exuding the radiance of purity.
Bailian only took one look and knew that this was no ordinary night pearl.
The Yun family has a rich heritage, and it is unknown where they got the shark beads. They wiped them every day, and the light could be used to identify people. The Yun family regarded them as heirlooms to ward off evil spirits and hung them under the plaque. This bead can indeed ward off evil spirits, but it is of little use to a three-thousand-year-old ghost like You Gui Lang.
Suddenly, an evil cold wind started from the end of the long street.
A big moon seemed to be dyed by the devil's breath. Its bright luster suddenly became dim and lost its luster.
Dark clouds gradually rose, covering the sky and pressing down on the ancient city.
The wind in all directions became thick and stagnant.
A shrill and piercing suona sounded in the night sky, breaking the tranquility of the night.
A gust of wind blew past, stirring up thick dust on the ground.
Haunted by ghosts and mist.
Dark clouds covered the moon, casting a huge shadow on the ground.
On the street, at some point, the neighing of horse hooves and the sound of suona were heard.
The blood-red apricot flowers dance in the night, with a fishy and sweet smell everywhere.
Bai Lian withdrew his gaze from Shark Pearl and looked calmly at the ghost wedding team coming around the corner of the street.
The black horse is wearing a thick frosty white mist, and is full of ghosts.
A big red sedan chair was swaying, being held on the shoulders by eight short bodies. In front of the sedan chair, there were two tall figures, playing the suona and the erhu.
Bailian saw it clearly.
There are ten people in the wedding team, but these ten people are all paper-tied people.
The skin of the eight people carrying the sedan was pale and covered with a thick layer of windproof white wax.
Wearing the festive attire of a young boy in red, the two strange scarlet blushes on both sides of his cheeks reflected his pale face, and the stiff smiling face drawn with ink looked stiff and funny.
As soon as the suona blew, several paper figures jumped up and down, and round paper coins were scattered around.
The two tall paper-cut figures in front were dressed in silk and red clothes, pretending to be rich and noble. They had pale faces but no facial features.
Not long after, the sweet and fishy fragrance of apricot blossoms stained with blood floated closer.
The tall horse and the bright red sedan stopped in front of Bailian.
The two tall paper-made people were still playing the frighteningly sad instruments.
A short sedan bearer came out with a stiff and funny smile on his face. The facial expressions did not change at all. The scarlet mouth was motionless, but it could make a sharp buzzing sound. The laughter came: "Young master, please follow me on the road."
On the road, it is self-evident what kind of road it is.
As if he had already expected that the newcomer would definitely refuse to obey, cry and struggle, the young bearer bent down and lowered his head. One meter long black nails suddenly sprouted out of his hands hanging on both sides.
Unexpectedly, Bailian looked at the faceless paper and nodded calmly and cooperatively.
He was even very polite: "I'll trouble you all."
After saying that, he took over the reins of the horse like a comfortable young man leaving for a spring outing, and his movements were smooth and he was about to Get on your horse.
The eight bearers raised their smiling faces that could not change their expressions at the same time, and looked at Balian steadily. Their smiling black eyes actually showed a bit of surprise. .
In all these years of welcoming brides, they have never seen such a good young man who actively seeks death.
(End of this chapter)