Thinking of this, a cold sweat slid down Lan Xun's spine, and she shivered into the quilt, wrapping herself tightly with a cloth, trying to resist the invasion of fear.
I don't know how long it took "Wow" A voice she least wanted to hear finally came uninvited, it turned out that it had been lurking under the bed, never leaving, but just now, even she thought it was just a strange movement in a dream.
Lan Xun cried, but she only dared to sobb quietly because she was afraid, for fear that her cry would attract a more fierce response from under the bed.
But even if she endured it again and again, the scraping sound below did not let her go, it became louder and denser, and even the bed board was driven by it to "creak".
Finally, Lan Xun felt that she could no longer sit still, she made up her mind, and suddenly lifted the cloth covering her head, but the moment the probe went out, it was directly in front of a pair of slender, brush-like eyes drawn on it.
"Miss Yunjin, you still don't want to go in" The waiter guarding the door looked at Yun Jin, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I will take good care of Miss Lan Xun, but she looks like this now, I'm afraid it will scare you." ” Yun Jin begged, "It was Niangniang who asked me to come, so I will go in and take a look at her, so that I can go back and report to Niangniang." ” "But she went crazy in the middle of the night last night, and it was easy for a few of us to catch up with her, and we tried so hard to get her into the house, and I was afraid that she would hurt you, girl."
Yun Jin was stunned, and his eyes turned red for a while, "You mean Lan Xun her" She muttered for a long time, but she still couldn't bear to pronounce the word "crazy" in her mouth, and forcibly endured the choking in her throat, but her tone became firmer, "You are guarding the door, if there is something, I will call you in." ” The chamberlain hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a copper key and slowly inserted it into the dark lock hole.
In the early morning, the fog had not yet dissipated, and a thick fog with a slight chill occasionally crashed onto the old stone pavement, skimming the moss-covered walls on both sides.
In the midst of this white mist, a beautiful figure came to a stall selling fried lung porridge and rice, and asked the stall owner, "Excuse me, is this Huojiao Street?"
” The stall owner was busy and dizzy, and when he heard someone ask, he replied impatiently, "Yes, yes, you see the fireworks here, where can it be if it is not a burning street?"
” After speaking, he picked up a bowl of hot porridge that had just been served, and was about to send it to the guest who had been shouting for a long time, but when he looked up, he felt that his eyes flickered: the young man who asked him for the address was blue-haired, his face was extremely elegant, and there was a little distraction between his eyebrows, like a fairy in a painting.
He was taken aback in his heart, and hurriedly handed the bowl to the man who had done it, and he greeted it with a flattering and respectful smile.
"This son, I don't know why you came to our burning street?"
Hearing this, the young descendant smiled at him, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and his expression was much more vivid, and his demeanor was dazzling, like the ray of sunshine piercing through the white mist above his head, "The shopkeeper, sell fried lungs in this feng shui treasure, the business must be good." ” Seeing that he didn't care about his faux pas, the stall owner hurriedly said, "Childe, don't say it, the three generations of our ancestors and grandchildren have been selling here for decades, although they are tired, and they have to get up before dawn every day, but the silver is indeed not less, even when the war is in chaos, wait, what did you just say?"
Is this burning street a treasure of feng shui?
” He looked at the young offspring, his mouth wide open.
The young man shook the pu fan in his hand, and fanned away the smell of meat that had just drifted over, and then swept it on the stall owner's dumbfounded face, and said lightly, "In the "Examination of the Work", it is said that the craftsman camps the country, Fang Jiuli, the side three gates, the nine longitudes and nine latitudes in the country, the nine tracks of the warp Tu, the left ancestor and the right society, and the front and the back of the city. ” After speaking, seeing that the stall owner's face was even more stiff, he shook his head and laughed, and asked him, "Shopkeeper, behind this burning street is the largest market in Luoyang, right?"
” The stall owner nodded confusedly, but he didn't understand why he was involved in the market again.
"On the left, it is the temple used by the Later Tang Dynasty to worship his ancestors; Five miles away on the right, is the altar of my Great Song Dynasty sacrifice, isn't this the Left Ancestor Right Society, the front and back of the city?
” After his explanation, the stall owner also understood a little, he scratched his head, "The front is facing the back market, the son only said the back market, where is this front dynasty?"
” Hearing him ask, the young man seemed to have a bright light in his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, he patted his other palm with a pu fan, and said with a smile in his mouth, "Good question, this former dynasty is naturally the court of hundreds of officials." ” "Hundreds of officials discuss politics?
Court?
Isn't that the Imperial Palace?
The stall owner stared at him and blurted out the words.
The young man didn't make a sound, a pair of ink-like eyes stared at the stall owner's face quietly, and he looked a little flustered, after a while, he slowly turned around, looked at the long street behind where the fog had cleared, and said word by word, "That's right, it is perfect to build the palace of my Great Song Dynasty here." ” When the words fell, he stopped speaking, flicked his sleeves and walked slowly towards the depths of the long street.
The stall owner looked at his clear back, and finally reacted to what he had just said in his mind, so he quickened his pace to catch up, and shouted in his mouth, "Childe, Childe, you stay, Xiaomin still has something to ask Childe for." ” The young man looked back at him, his eyes full of doubt, "What else is the matter with the shopkeeper?"
” The stall owner was out of breath, "The prince just said that he wanted to build the palace here, I don't know if this matter has anything to do with that courtyard?"
As he spoke, he pointed to a dilapidated courtyard next to him, the walls of which had collapsed in half, revealing several houses lacking bricks and tiles.
"Why do you ask?"
The young man's eyes were a little colder.
"It is said that the emperor of our Great Song Dynasty came out of this house, and our old neighbors also know that when the saint was born, there was a vision in the sky, and there was a red light in the middle of the night, and it seemed like a fire from a distance.
However, a few months ago, a few people in official uniforms came to us and asked us to add a few more words when we talked about this matter in the future. ” The young man looked at him intently, "What did they say?"
” The stall owner licked his somewhat dry lips, "Actually, it's not a big deal, so I said that I listened to Gongzi, and they said that if others want to ask about it again in the future, they will say that not only did the saint have a red light covering the sky when he was born, but even the younger brother of the saint, that is, His Majesty the King of Jin, should also be added, to say that on the night he was born, the red light rose like fire, and the streets and alleys were full of strange fragrances." ”