That day until he turned off the lights and went to bed at night, Fu Cang never saw the female ghost again. (Overbearing Princess Fun Campus)
The Snow White Nine-Headed Lion and the Snow White Golden Carp she gave him, he placed beside the pillow and slowly played with his fingers. Her Taoism must be very profound, the white snow does not melt even in the dog days, and a trace of cold air emerges from it, making the sultry summer night cool.
Why did she suddenly stick to him and give him something, and then disappear suddenly? When he was about to fall asleep, this question flashed across his not so clear mind, and then he instinctively remembered the various lingering and charming stories about scholars and female ghosts he had read before, and when he was about to feel a little vigilant, he fell asleep again up.
Sleeping in the middle of the night and waking up from the cold, Fu Cang opened his eyes, and immediately saw the disappeared female ghost lying beside the bed, staring at him with piercing eyes.
He was so startled that he quickly turned over and sat up, feeling helpless and suspicious, he spoke hoarsely and sleepily, with a bit of coldness in his voice: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, it's useless for you to pester me any longer."
Who would have thought that her eyes were as bright as stars, she just looked at him expectantly and asked, "When will you talk in your sleep again?"
daydream? For the first time in his life, Fu Cang felt powerless: "...It doesn't mean that every time I go to sleep, I will dream and talk in my sleep."
She nodded and said lightly: "Then remember to call me next time you want to talk in your sleep."
...what's this called? Is she pretending to be crazy on purpose?
Fu Cang rubbed his forehead, his voice became colder: "You still follow me?"
She floated to the moon window: "No, I'm leaving right away. (The big man is addicted to hooking his wife
Thaksin is strange. Fu Cang was completely sleepless by her, tossed and turned on the bed for half a day, couldn't help but let out a "Hey", almost blink of an eye, the cloud of cold air rushed to her face, she leaned over the bed a little happy: "I want to talk in my sleep Yet?"
He let out a breath, looked at her for a while, and said helplessly, "I can't call you if you really want to talk in your sleep. You don't even understand this? Just tell me, what are you going to do with me?"
Xuan Yi hesitated for a moment, sat on the futon beside the bed, cleared his throat: "I'm here to apologize to you, I'm sorry, please forgive me."
After she finished speaking, she stared at his eyebrows, but she still didn't see the light spot.
Fu Cang lay down on his side: "Apologize for what?"
Xuan Yi said lightly: "I've been pestering you, sorry."
His eyes fell on her pale face, and he was really confused: "Since you know you have apologized, why do you keep pestering her?"
Xuan Yi didn't speak, but when she saw him put the white snow nine-headed lion and the golden carp beside the pillow, she picked them up and stroked them, then asked him suddenly: "Do you like this?"
Fu Cang said: "It's okay."
Xuan Yi put the golden carp in his palm and twirled it, and whispered: "Then I won't pester you, I will give you one of these things every day, will you...will you forgive me?"
Forgive is too heavy a word, he has not reached this level, it is just that he was suddenly entangled by a beautiful female ghost, and he became vigilant and repelled. () But for some reason, he was a little reluctant to grant her her wish. Her unwillingness and anxiety didn't look like an apology.
"It depends on my mood." He leaned on his back, grabbed the white snow nine-headed lion, and shook it in his palm.
Xuan Yi frowned and glanced at him. This guy still looks like a mortal with his nostrils upturned. She quickly reached out to **** the Baixue Nine-Headed Lion from him. Her hand was on his wrist, and he trembled from the cold. In the end, the nine-headed lion was snatched away by her.
He is so weak now! Xuan Yi felt complacent, and put his finger on his forehead: "Then be careful, otherwise it will be my turn to be a fool this time."
The place on the forehead that was touched was also very cold. It was so cold that she was really a female ghost.
Fu Cang suddenly felt that his jokes with her just now were absurd, turned over without saying a word, covered his head with the quilt, and said coldly: "I'm going to sleep, you go."
Unexpectedly, she climbed onto the bed, and abruptly pulled his quilt away with her hands. The cold breath approached her, and her soft voice was like a cool breeze: "Are you angry?"
He opened his eyes again, looking at her cheeks that looked like frosty jade porcelain under the moonlight, he suddenly had an urge to reach out and touch the icy muscles and jade bones that seemed to not exist in this world. Even though she stretched out her hand, she was finally overwhelmed by a sliver of reason, and her fingertips lightly touched her hair, which was also icy cold. (Marrying a Concubine: Thirty-Six Strategies to Train a Husband)
An inexplicable softness emerged from the body, Fu Cang said in a low voice: "Not angry."
The hazy moonlight from the lower realm melted in his eyes, as if the God of Fucang with gentle eyes had returned. Xuan Yi's eyes were a little stinging, and he looked away at the little silver moon in the sky. After a while, he only heard him ask: "You...what's your name?"
She was silent for a while, then shook her head: "I don't have a name. Go to sleep and have a fun dream."
Just as she appeared suddenly, she suddenly disappeared again, leaving only a ray of chill in the wind.
The next morning when Fu Cang woke up, he opened the door and saw her standing lightly on the pear tree. When he came out, she landed in front of him like a feather. The sword is Chun Jun, his sword in the upper realm.
"This is?" Fu Cang didn't know where she thought of these weird things, this sword was extremely simple in shape, and he had never seen it before.
Xuan Yi kindly reminded this **** who was a bit stupid and weak after being a mortal: "This is a sword."
Of course he knew it was a sword.
Fu Cang didn't know what to say, seeing her turn around and was about to float away, he subconsciously called her: "Where are you going?"
Xuan Yi has already turned into a breeze and floated away, leaving only the lingering voice: "I won't tell you."
Fu Cang finished his morning class a little inattentively, and went to the academy after breakfast. A group of women who came to see him still stopped not far from the Qingdi Temple. It's getting louder.
Fu Cang stood in front of the carriage and looked around, where is that female ghost hiding? Suddenly, he asked, "Are you there?"
The next moment, the air-conditioning came out from behind the stone sculpture in front of the Qingdi Temple: "What's the matter?"
It really came out! Fu Cang felt awkward again for a moment, hesitatingly asked: "Do you want...to take the car together?"
She turned her head to think for a while, and got into the carriage neatly: "That's fine, I've wanted to ride in a mortal carriage for a long time."
Fu Cang got into the carriage silently, the carriage turned around and headed slowly towards the academy. He turned his head and looked at her. She was lying on the window of the car. After a while, he pointed to something and asked, "What is that?"
He had no choice but to go to the car window to look around, and couldn't help but laugh for a moment: "It's an inn, don't you know?"
She doesn't know anything else, but she knows the inn very well, she has said it countless times in the ancient courtyard of Qingdi Palace last time.
"I know, just opened a few rooms for people to eat and sleep."
He smiled deeper: "Well... that's right."
After a while, she pointed to another place and asked, "What is that? Is someone hosting a banquet?"
Fu Cang looked over, it turned out that it was a breakfast shop on the Yushui Bridge, and when the steamer was opened, it flew wildly.
"That's where you eat."
As soon as the words fell, she had turned into a gust of wind and rushed out. When she came back, she grabbed a few steaming steamed buns and steamed buns. They were not too hot. She opened her mouth and took a small bite. Unpalatable."
Fu Cang was stunned by her: "...Did you give me the money?"
Xuan Yi wondered, "What is giving money?"
Fu Cang rubbed his forehead: "It's nothing, just eat."
Suddenly, she brought those buns and steamed buns to him, without looking back: "It's not delicious, here you are."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a while, and the bad habits of the upper world came out again. Xuan Yi slowly retracted his hand, and said lightly: "I'm talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."
But he took the steamed buns that she had bitten and wrapped them in white paper. When he saw her staring at him, he rarely felt a little embarrassed: "I'll take them for the cat to eat."
Xuan Yi became happy again, seeing women chasing the carriage from a distance along the road, she asked, "What are they doing?"
Fu Cang avoided this topic, brought up the matter of money and said again: "You have to pay for everything, and this is what money is for."
He took out a bunch of copper plates from the box, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Xuan Yi picked them up and looked at them: "Can you use this to buy anything?"
"Almost." In fact, he didn't know very well, he basically didn't need to buy anything himself.
He didn't pay attention to the light in Xuan Yi's eyes, and she disappeared again when he arrived at the academy. An ordinary day passed quickly, and when the lights were turned off at night, Fu Cang lay down on the bed, and suddenly heard a few muffled sounds, as if something heavy hit the ground hard, he turned over, and looked at the new building in the room in horror. He was dazzled by piles of gold bars inside several huge wooden boxes.
The insane female ghost squatted beside the bed and looked up at him, full of expectation: "I've been around for a day, and I heard from ordinary people that this is the most valuable. I brought you so much, is it enough?"
Fu Cang was confused and surprised: "... What is enough?"
"I buy your forgiveness." Xuan Yi was very serious.
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