"Whew".
A cold breath rushed up from behind, staining his back, Cheng Qiuchi felt the hair on his neck explode, he didn't think of anything in his mind, and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.
Running and running, he found that he was lost, the backyard of Xin'an Mansion is not big, but it is the first time he has come here, and the terrain has not yet been figured out, plus the fog is heavy tonight, and the white expanse is even more difficult to discern the direction.
The cold stars in the sky were sparse, Cheng Qiuchi raised his head tremblingly, and found that the heaven and earth were divided into two parts, black as ink and white as paper, and he himself was a black dot on the white paper, which could never break through its shackles.
For a moment, he felt as if he was in a dream, and the wet and cold air, dull and lifeless, wasn't that the scene he often had in his dreams?
It's a dream, right?
He stretched out a hand forward, trying to tell the real from the unreal with his fingertips, but at that moment, a red light flashed not far away, breaking through the thick envelope of the mist.
Cheng Qiuchi was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly ran towards the light, the light was in front, he was behind, not near or far, always separated by a distance of more than ten feet.
"Hey, wait."
Calling out these words, he breathed a sigh of relief, just now, his chest seemed to be blocked by a big stone, his breath was all suppressed, and he couldn't pronounce half a syllable, and now, the entire front chest was transparent, and he could breathe.
The light in front of him didn't move, Cheng Qiuchi ran a few steps closer, only to find that the light came from a lantern, white, mixed with the fog, no wonder he couldn't see it clearly just now.
But who is the one who is lighting the lantern?
He sighed in his heart, and wanted to stop his steps, but it was too late.
The lantern was right in front of him, floating in the mist, yes, a pole and a line, and it was suspended in mid-air, like a ghost with one foot not touching the ground.
Cheng Qiuchi's feet were weak, his body collapsed on the ground, he supported the ground with both hands, and retreated little by little.
But the lantern did not move, wandering around, silently casting his embarrassment.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, let out an exclamation, and ran backwards, his clothes all soaked, sticking to his body, like a few cold hands caressing his body affectionately.
He ran and ran, I don't know how long, until he was blocked by a door, and then sat down against the door like a deflated ball, and the shaking of his body slammed the door into a "creak" sound.
The fog still hasn't lifted, but fortunately, the lantern doesn't seem to follow, and the fog, like a white wall, stirs everything in front of you into a pot, and you can't see anything clearly.
In a trance, the door behind it seemed to be moving, not its own body driving it, it was itself moving, from the inside out, as if something wanted to come out of it.
The string that was tight in Cheng Qiuchi's brain was finally broken, and he let out an "ah", took a few steps back, and stared at the wooden door with his eyes.
The door finally opened, and a figure came out of it, small, he sat on the ground, and the man was only a little taller than him.
"Uncle, why are you?"
Xun'er's immature voice came, and Cheng Qiushi smiled with relief, but soon, the whole heart was pulled high by one hand again.
In the shadows behind Xun'er stood a person, who was plain white, her face and lips were like porcelain tiles, she was smiling, and two bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"The eldest brother hasn't had breakfast yet, so he is in such a hurry to rush back to Bianliang, is there anything urgent?"
Seeing Cheng Qiuchi's figure on horseback disappear at the end of the long street, Jiang Xixi asked softly.
Before dawn today, he packed his luggage, didn't say a word, and walked out of Xin'an Mansion with a panicked face.
Before Cheng Muyou could answer, Xun'er, who was standing on the side, spoke first, "Uncle, he got lost last night, and in the middle of the night, he actually squatted outside my door," After speaking, he couldn't hold back a smile, "Daddy, he's so stupid, just get lost, and he was so scared that he was sweating and soaking his clothes." ” "Hugh is rude."
Cheng Muyou glared at his son, and then looked at Jiang Xixi, "I'll talk about this later, you go to the market today and buy all the cardboard and paper money you can buy." ” Jiang Xixi blinked, "Paper money?
My lord, we don't have any deceased relatives in Xin'an, what do you want these things for?
” Cheng Muyou smiled lightly, his eyes looked at the clear sky, "Tie a paper horse." ” The courtyard of Xin'an Mansion is full of paper horses, row after row, golden, one with their heads held high, looking proudly ahead.
"My lord, how many more will you need?
The yard can't be crowded.
A servant traced his eyes with a brush while asking Cheng Muyou for instructions.
"Where is enough for such a point, Duoza, if you can't put it down, put it outside."
The official agreed to arrange his instructions, but he secretly thought to himself, "Is this Lord Cheng crazy, for so many years, no one has ever dared to tie paper horses in Qingming, he prefers to tie so many ones, what is he going to do with it?"
Seeing a gray eye looking at him, he shuddered, and quickly added an eyeball to it.
Cheng Muyou passed through the middle of the paper horse, and saw Yan Niang pushing the door in, she was wearing a moon-white dress, the green silk of her sideburns was blown by the breeze, and her little face was set off like a piece of clear white jade, Cheng Muyou stepped forward, "I have already followed what the girl said, let them tie a large number of paper horses, next, how should we act?"
” Yan Niang's fingers played with the tail of a paper horse, and a bright light overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "Move them to the wasteland." ” "The wasteland?"
"Nine years ago, that Qingming, the last place where Han Zhiyuan burned paper horses."
More than two dozen horse-drawn carriages passed through the city, each full of paper horses, tail to tail, making a "bang" sound as the car jolted.
The sunlight shone on the gold leaf, casting a colorful halo on the paper horses, stung the eyes of onlookers.
"What kind of person is this, who still dare to tie a paper horse now, aren't you afraid of summoning the ghosts?"
"A few days ago, Aunt Hua of Qifenglou died, I heard that it was because she used a paper horse to pay tribute to her son."
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"I saw these carriages coming from Xin'an Mansion, could it be Lord Cheng?"
"Today is Qingming, Lord Cheng is still young, he doesn't know how to avoid it, sooner or later he will suffer in this matter."
The spring breeze blew, and the tail of the paper horse was swept towards the crowd, and everyone was startled and retreated one after another, as if they were afraid of being provoked.
Yan Niang sat in a carriage at the back, staring at the undulating "golden sea" in front of her without blinking, and grabbed the sachet in her hand.