I have the beauty of the villain's love

Zhou Lang slept until midnight and woke up in a daze. He saw a figure standing beside the bed. The candlestick on the table had been extinguished at some point, and the figure seemed to be really just a cloud of black mist.

Zhou Lang tensed up, "Who?"

The black shadow in front of him swayed for a while, but it didn't seem to move at all. Zhou Lang sat up and looked, "Who's there?"

The black shadow standing by the bed bent down, as if looking at Zhou Lang on the bed, his blue pupils were like clusters of burning will-o'-the-wisps.

Zhou Lang's face turned blue with fright, he grabbed the porcelain pillow behind him and threw it out.The china pillow hit the bedpost with a loud bang.

Changqing outside the door heard the movement in the room, knocked on the door lightly, "Young Master Zhou."

It was only then that Zhou Lang remembered that Changqing was still guarding the door, "Come in!"

Changqing pushed the door and came in, and the faint moonlight outside the door shone in.

"Light the candlestick." Zhou Lang urged.

Changqing blew on the torch and lit the candlestick.

"Young Master Zhou—" Changqing saw Zhou Lang looking around in the room, and walked to the bed with a candlestick in his hand.

Zhou Lang had just been frightened for a while, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body. He thought of the ghost beside the bed he saw in his half-dream and half-awake, and hurriedly asked Changqing, "Changqing, who has entered my room?"

Changqing saw that Zhou Lang's face was pale and almost transparent, and his voice softened a little, "My lord, no one is coming in."

However, Zhou Lang still did not give up and took a look at the bottom of the bed.He clearly saw a person standing beside the bed just now, and that person was still staring at him, but in the blink of an eye, that person disappeared again.

Changqing stood outside the door and didn't hear any sound, "Did the young master have a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?" Zhou Lang held his forehead. There was no one else in the room, so he couldn't distinguish between reality and dream for a while.

Changqing put the candlestick beside the bed, "Sir, let's sleep for a while."

Just as Zhou Lang followed Changqing's words, closed his eyes and lay down, he felt a gaze staring at him from the dark again. This feeling was so strong that he sat up in shock.

Changqing was ready to go out, but Zhou Lang suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "You stay in the room, watch over me."

Changqing glanced at Zhou Lang and stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Lang was wrapped in a quilt, holding the corner of his clothes with one hand, "You are not allowed to leave!"

Changqing had never seen Zhou Lang like this before, he turned around and held Zhou Lang's hand, "Don't go."

Zhou Lang was really terrified, he could come back from the dead, so maybe there really are ghosts and monsters in this world.Chang Qing held his hand, the palm was hot, Zhou Lang held his hand instead.

Changqing's hand was held, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Lang, as if caught in a net.

Zhou Lang held Chang Qing's hand, and finally let go when he lay down.

Chang Qing bent down to cover him with the quilt, saw Zhou Lang's closed, slightly trembling eyelashes, couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhou Lang's black hair spread on the pillow.

After a few days in a row, ghostly shadows could be seen beside the bed, but nothing could be seen when the candlestick was lit. Once Zhou Lang felt that shadow pulling his ankle, and the only thing he encountered when he stepped over was the ghost. The icy bedposts have been like this for a few days, even Chang Qing watched him sleep every night, Zhou Lang couldn't stand it anymore.

He also thought of the ghost novels he read at some point in the past. In the books, there will be ghosts hovering over the bedside of butchers who kill people. Linghu Yin is a general, and he must have killed thousands of people. Nothing will be unclean.Just scaring himself like this, Zhou Lang felt that the house could no longer live.But he didn't have a place to live - and he didn't know whether Linghuyin vacated the house where Zhou Lang used to live to a lieutenant general either on purpose or not.

I could see that ghost thing every night, and Zhou Lang didn't dare to stay in the house during the day. When he woke up, he moved out on a long couch and lay down in the yard to read a book.

The soldiers guarding outside also knew that the good-looking young man had moved in to live with the general, but because of Linghuyin, they never dared to speak to Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang was used to it, and never spoke to them. .

Today a soldier on duty boldly walked into the yard.

Zhou Lang couldn't sleep well at night, and fell asleep after reading a book during the day, leaning sideways on the couch, his loose long hair falling on the ground with his clothes.

The soldier had never seen such a scene before, and stood at the gate of the yard for a long while. Changqing, who came out with hot tea, saw someone breaking into the yard, and ordered, "Who allowed you to come into the yard?"

"The villain is, is..."

Zhou Lang woke up when he heard the movement.

Changqing brought hot tea and put it on the table, and picked up the book that Zhou Lang had dropped on the floor.

Zhou Lang propped up the couch and sat up. Seeing a soldier at the gate of the yard about to go out, he called to stop him, "Wait a minute."

The soldier thought that Zhou Lang was going to question him, so he didn't dare to turn his head back.

Zhou Lang slept with a headache, put his hand on his forehead, "Come here."

The soldier turned his head and walked to Zhou Lang's side, but he didn't dare to look up.

"What's your business here?" Zhou Lang didn't expect how obedient this person would be.

"Returning to the son, the villain is... is..." Because he lowered his head, he became more courageous, "The defender on duty today."

Zhou Lang remembered this voice, the last time he was talking about military gossip outside the courtyard.

The soldier didn't hear Zhou Lang's response, so he raised his head that had been lowered a little, and all he could see was the snow-white silk falling on the ground and a pair of boots embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns.He suddenly remembered what Zhou Lang asked, "The villain wants to ask the young master to write for the villain, to write a letter from home..."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, "A letter from home?"

"There will be a war at the beginning of next month, and the villain can't read. I heard people say that the young master is a scholar..." He also broke in after being encouraged.

This is indeed a trivial matter. Zhou Lang slept for a while, woke up with a severe headache, and rubbed his forehead with his eyes closed, "Then did you bring a pen and paper?"

The soldier didn't expect Zhou Lang to let go, and raised his head, seeing Zhou Lang suddenly speechless.

Zhou Lang thought he didn't bring it, "Changqing, go and get the pen and paper."

Changqing's face was not very good, but he went in to get it after hearing Zhou Lang's order.

The soldier saw that Zhou Lang was rubbing his forehead, and there was no one around, so he asked in a low voice, "Is your master unwell?"

Zhou Lang gave an 'hmm', but didn't say why.

While speaking, Changqing came out with a pen and paper in his hands. The inkstone hadn’t been touched for a long time, and the ink in the ink pool had already dried up. Zhou Lang grinded the ink himself, and spread the paper on the small case in front of him, “You want to write What?"

The soldier didn't dare to say it at first, but after a few words, he couldn't stop. Zhou Lang wrote in lower case, and wrote two pieces of paper eloquently. The soldier was still talking, Zhou Lang held the pen and turned his wrist.

Changqing saw it and knew that Zhou Lang's wrist was uncomfortable, so he said to the soldier in a cold voice, "My lord needs to rest."

"It's okay." The soldier had been away from home for several years, and his voice was still choking when he talked about those trivial things. Zhou Lang sighed, "Go on."

After the soldier finished speaking, Zhou Lang folded the family letter he had written, handed it to him, and sent him away.

Seeing that he was lying back on the couch again, Changqing wanted to serve him tea, but found that the tea was already cold.

"Changqing." Zhou Lang didn't know that Changqing felt a little uncomfortable now. He looked at the dark sky and said, "Go get two more candlesticks and put them in the room."

Changqing responded and went down.

At night, Zhou Lang slept for a long time during the day, couldn't fall asleep at night, barely fell asleep, and woke up when he heard the sound, all the candlesticks in the room were extinguished, and the windows that were locked before going to bed were opened a crack , "Evergreen!"

"Young Master." Changqing at the door came in.

"Did you see someone enter my room?" Zhou Lang's voice trembled violently.

Changqing lit the candlestick and walked to the bed, "My lord, no one is coming in."

This time Zhou Lang was really frightened, he covered the candlesticks with lampshades, so the wind wouldn't blow them out.

Changqing saw him looking at the candlestick, "It was suddenly dark in the room just now, I thought it was Young Master who got up and blew out the candle."

There are four candlesticks in the room, how could they all be extinguished at once?

Zhou Lang was already terrified, but this time he was even more terrified.

"I'll watch by the side, son, go to sleep." Chang Qing sat by the bed.

Zhou Lang glanced around the room again, then closed his eyes tremblingly.

There are really strange things in this room. Ever since seeing the black shadow, strange things always happen in the room at night.

When Zhou Lang fell asleep, Changqing reached out to touch his cheek, and then covered his palm...

Waking up the next day, Zhou Lang finally couldn't take it anymore and asked Changqing to tell Linghuyin about the strange things in the room. After Changqing went out, Zhou Lang lay on the couch in the yard and read for a while. Suddenly, he felt that someone was watching him, and when he raised his head, he saw the soldier who asked him to write a letter from his family yesterday, looking in from outside the yard.

Zhou Lang beckoned, and the man walked in.

"Is there anything else you need?" Zhou Lang asked.

The soldier didn't see Changqing, so he became more courageous, "Young master helped me write a letter from home yesterday, and the villain hasn't thanked me yet..."

"It's just a trivial matter." Zhou Lang said.

The soldier glanced at Zhou Lang, and then looked back. Zhou Lang followed his gaze and saw Yancheng standing at the gate of the courtyard.

When Yancheng saw Zhou Lang looking over, he quickly avoided it.

"This……"

The soldier didn't know how to speak. Yesterday Zhou Lang helped him write a letter to his family, and the person on duty with him preached it everywhere, and General Yan Lang listened to it, so he was escorted by General Yan Lang today.

Yancheng also seemed to feel that his dodge just now was too pretentious, so he walked over coyly.

"Why did General Yan Lang come here?" Zhou Lang was taken aback by his dodge just now.

Yancheng had a thin skin, blushing and didn't know how to speak.

It was the soldier next to him who spoke for him, "My lord, General Yan Lang also came to ask you to help him write a letter from home."

Yancheng was illiterate, but he and Xiao Shiqing, who lived in the same courtyard, could. He only used this excuse to come over because he heard his subordinates tell about Zhou Lang's family letter writing on behalf of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang still owed the favor from last time, so he would never refuse. He found a pen and paper from the room and found that Yan Cheng was the only one in the yard. "What about him?"

That person was kicked out by Yancheng, but he definitely wouldn't say that to Zhou Lang, "He still has some things to do, so he's leaving first."

Zhou Lang nodded, and set up the pen and paper.

Yancheng randomly made up a few sentences for Zhou Lang to write, and when Zhou Lang finished writing the letter and handed it to him, he reluctantly thanked him and left.

Seeing him walk to the door, Zhou Lang suddenly remembered something and stopped him, "Yan Lang will stop—"

Yancheng turned his head, "Is there anything else, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Lang chased after him, "Is there any room available in General Yan Lang's residence?"

Yan Cheng was stunned.

"There is something unclean in this room, so ask..."

"Yes!" Before Zhou Lang could finish speaking, Yan Cheng immediately responded, "Does Mr. Zhou want to live?"

"Well, if it's convenient." Zhou Lang really couldn't bear it these few days.

"Convenient!" Yan Cheng's voice became louder, "It's very convenient!"

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