Daily life in the academy

Yan Qingchen said this and walked into Xiyun Tower without looking back, regardless of the person's reaction.

Since An Ziqian was eliminated, the original book has no reference value, and the original book did not mention much about this Prince Xue, only saying that he was cheerful and affectionate by nature.

As the name suggests, he is a smiling man who loves to flirt with women everywhere.

Before, Bai Zhi had a slight aversion to Xue Huaiming because An Ziqian was always by his side. But now that the big problem was gone, she became a little curious about this Master Xue who always smiled at everyone.

Bai Zhi was lost in thought, frozen in place. Xue Huaiming looked over at her, waving his folding fan and smiling. Only then did she come to her senses. Just as she was unsure how to respond, Wenzhe noticed that Bai Zhi hadn't followed and turned back to block Xue Huaiming's view. "What are you thinking about? Go in first."

"it is good."

Xue Huaiming, who was left behind by the four men, did not show any displeasure on his face. Instead, the man next to him looked indignant: "Sir, they treated you like this, it's simply too much."

Xue Huaiming held the folded fan handle in his right hand and said with a smile, "What else can you do? The prince of a prince's mansion and the prince of a marquis' mansion, which one is more important? You should weigh it yourself."

After saying that, she walked into Xiyun Tower without caring what the man next to her thought.

There is a stage reserved in the center of the first floor of Xiyun Tower for musicians to perform, but for some reason it was not realized at first. Today I heard that Xiyun Tower has changed its owner and has undergone a complete transformation, and it is now a completely different scene.

Mu Bailian had booked a private room on the second floor, which had a clear view of the central music stage.

The timing was perfect. Just as the group of four sat down, they heard noise downstairs.

Bai Zhi looked curiously and saw a table and a chair placed on the stage by a servant, with a gavel on the table.

"This is about telling a story, not singing a song."

Mu Bailian also took a look and said excitedly, "Xiyunlou is the largest restaurant in Sheng'an after all. The story they tell must be extraordinary. Let's listen. The music may be at the end."

Before he finished speaking, the servants below placed a few chairs around the round table. In front of two of the chairs, a zither and a qin were placed respectively, but in front of the other two, there were none.

This series of actions aroused the curiosity of the diners and spectators in the building.

Wenzhe was puzzled: "This is a gavel and a musical instrument, what's the meaning?"

They didn't understand, but Bai Zhi understood immediately. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I know. This is about combining storytelling with music, making the listeners feel as if they were there, and they can follow the soothing melody and feel the atmosphere of the story."

Yan Qingchen nodded in agreement: "It's like what Ah Zhi said. It's quite elegant and interesting."

"Pa pa pa——" Applause came from the leader.

Xue Huaiming's voice came: "Mr. Bai, you are very knowledgeable. I heard that you are Sheng An who fled here, but where have you seen him before?"

He was sitting next to them. Bai Zhi subconsciously wondered if it was a coincidence or intentional. His pretentious gentle probing made her a little unhappy.

"Prince Xue, you are too kind. I was just following the instructions and making up stories. I don't know the truth. You will find out once the performance begins."

As if sensing the alienation in her words, Xue Huaiming's tone became more gentle: "Mr. Bai is right."

Bai Zhi rolled her eyes.

Well, even without An Ziqian, Xue Huaiming is still not likable.

This reaction made Mu Bailian laugh, but because Xue Huaiming was only separated by a wall, he was very restrained.

The private room fell into silence, and no one wanted to joke around. However, the music started playing below, which did not make it boring.

The four of them looked down and saw five musicians and a storyteller, both men and women. It was worth mentioning that the storyteller was a middle-aged woman, wearing a gentleman's robe, standing upright in front of the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the storyteller Jinniang, and I am accompanied by five brothers and sisters. From now on, we will tell stories to you on the second, fourth, eighth, and tenth days of every lunar month. Jinniang prefers stories of the strange. If you have a favorite story, please contact the head of Xiyun Tower, and he will tell me."

After Jinniang finished speaking, she clasped her fists and sat down. She slammed the gavel and a gentle tune began to play.

"People are all curious and always want to know the truth about everything. Doing anything without permission is considered an offense. So, are you curious? Do ghosts have privacy, too? What are the consequences of prying into their secrets without permission? Let me explain in detail."

The story told by Jinniang is roughly as follows:

When Song Yushu, a native of Laiyang, was serving as an official, he rented a house in a remote area. One night, two maids were staying with Song Yushu's elderly mother in the living room when they heard the sound of water splashing in the courtyard. Song's mother urged the maids to get up and investigate. The timid maids pried a small hole in the window and peered out. They saw an elderly woman, short and hunched, with white hair as thick as a broom and a bun about two feet long.

The old woman circled the yard, striding up and down like a crane, spraying water as she went, and the water sprayed out was endless.

The maid was very surprised and went back to tell Song's mother. Song's mother was terrified but also very curious. She was supported by two maids and went to the window to peek. Suddenly, the white-haired old woman approached the window, looked inside through the small hole, and then sprayed water directly at the window. The window paper was broken and the three people in the room fell to the ground in fright.

The next day, the Song family gathered and knocked on the door, but no one answered. They pried open the door and saw the master and two servants lying side by side in the room. Only one maidservant still had heat in her chest. They helped her up and gave her some water. After an hour, she regained consciousness and told the family about her experiences the previous night.

Song Yushu ordered his men to dig three feet into the ground at the place where the old woman disappeared, and only then did her white hair gradually appear. Then they continued digging and dug out a corpse. It was exactly as the maid described, with a face fat and swollen like a living person. He then ordered his men to beat the corpse so hard that the bones and flesh were immediately torn apart, and there was clear water under the skin.

...The story ends here.

Jinniang is a ventriloquist and can imitate various characters vividly with lively voices. The music, which is sometimes soothing, sometimes impatient, sometimes suspicious, and sometimes sad, makes the story even more fascinating. People are immersed in the story unconsciously and are led by her emotions, with anticipation, tension, fear... until the end, when they feel they want more.

The six people had left for a long time, and the building was still quiet, while the four people in the private room were immersed in the story.

After a while, Mu Bailian couldn't help himself, his voice still trembling slightly, "Will that white-haired old woman seek revenge on Song Yushu tonight? She's been dug up and her corpse has been whipped."

Wenzhe nodded in agreement: "I think so. She was just peeped at, but three people were killed. You can see how wronged she was. Her corpse was whipped in broad daylight. If the story continues, the entire Song family will surely be killed." From the fact that he reads the almanac every day, it can be seen that he is quite awed by ghosts and gods. The only thing left is whether he is afraid of ghosts... Seeing that he looks calm, he should not be afraid.

But Mu Bailian was different. He tugged at Yan Qingchen's sleeve tightly, not caring whether the other party would turn against him.

"Mother Song heard the sound of water, which was caused by an old woman spraying water. But I sometimes hear the rustling of leaves at night. Could there be something unclean shaking the trees in my yard?"

Interjection:

Thanks to the "Infinite Rainbow Fairy" baby for the flowers~

Thanks to the "Infinite Nishangxian" baby for sending the love power generation *3

Thanks to "XiMian" baby for giving me the love to generate electricity