Bone

"...cough." Qin Nianjiu held Sanjiu in his arms, with an awkward expression on his face, "Didn't Miss Gong take a rest at Xushi, why..."

Before the quarrel in the morning was over, the two left with their sleeves shaken, leaving her sulking all day in Buwang Pavilion, exhausted during her lunch break, and unable to sleep at night, the more she thought about it The more unconvinced, he vowed to come to them to talk it over—of course Gong Buwang would not say such a thing, he just folded his arms and snorted coldly, "I'm here for night patrol, and I heard the noise here, so I came over to have a look ...You guys are fine, drink and chat here!"

Is she the only one who cares about daytime affairs? !

At first, I was thinking about going to the back mountain of Buwang Pavilion at night, but the old man of the city came here. Qin Nianjiu was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer, but the voice of talking about Fengyue came down from the eaves lightly, "City regulations Chenglu, I wonder if there is a rule that says you can't drink and chat after midnight?"

"……you!"

Gong Buwang was so angry that his teeth itch, but he couldn't find a reasonable idea to refute him, so he could only raise his eyes and stare at the person on the eaves unhappily.

"It's not too early now..." Qin Nianjiu took Sanjiu into his arms, jumped onto the eaves with him in his arms, and said to Gong Buwang in a slow voice: "Miss Gong, let's go back to rest earlier."

They are still waiting to investigate.

"..." Gong Buwang didn't allow others to order him to leave the guest, but he wanted to stay at this moment when he wanted to leave. There was another soft snort in his nose, and the bright red clothes fluttered. The person had already sat on the eaves, separated He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them from a distance, "Isn't it drinking and chatting, continue."

... No, who invited her to drink and chat with her?Qin Nianjiu looked left at Tan Fengyue and right at Gong Buwang, "This..."

"What?" Gong Buwang looked back unceremoniously, "You guys are talking about yourself. City rules and laws, which one says that I can't sit here after midnight?"

Having been punished in his own way, Tan Fengyue secretly regretted his mistake, "..."

Qin Nianjiu was at a loss for his plan to visit Houshan while she was asleep, "..."

It’s easy to ask God to send God away, not to mention that this great Buddha came uninvited... Tan Fengyue couldn’t help it, so he finally threw a jar of unopened wine to Gong Buwang, “City Lord please.”

Then he turned to Yin Hun who was holding Sanjiu beside him, "Put him to sleep first, otherwise it will be inconvenient."

Indeed, Gong Buwang can persuade her to go back later, if Sanjiu stays awake and wants to follow them wholeheartedly, it is inconvenient for them to leave him to investigate... Completely forgetting that Sanjiu can be directly put back into the talisman, Qin Nianjiu nodded, and held Sanjiu tighter.

...What's the inconvenience?While uncovering the wine seal, Gong Buwang eavesdropped on Tan Fengyue's words, then glanced at the two of them, not knowing where to go, his face turned red, and he coughed slightly uncomfortably.

Qin Nianjiu was only thinking of coaxing Sanjiu to sleep, he didn't pay attention to her abnormal state, and sighed in distress, "How can I coax Sanjiu..."

Treating his unintentional sigh as a question, Sanjiu should be honest, "Tell a story."

... Well, I have turned into a wooden ghost, and I still don't forget to listen to the story!Qin Nianjiu wanted to laugh, and just about to ask him what story he wanted to hear, but thinking that Gong Buwang was by his side, he was afraid that he would open his mouth to answer "the story of breaking the way", so he quickly covered his mouth, and thought about it for a while. , "Uh... Then, Pangu opened the sky? Kuafu chasing the sun?"

Sanjiu's mouth was covered, and he blinked and nodded.

So the story began.

On the eaves under the moon, there is light above, and there is light below.In the midst of the moonlight, Gong Buwang sat on the side idly, holding the wine jar and drinking alone, pouring himself into a blush, like a pink face of a drunken beauty, but talking about love and moon only on the side Staring at Qin Nianjiu with his head propped up, he listened to him telling stories to Sanjiu in a gentle tone.

Afraid that the original text would be difficult for Sanjiu to understand, every time he recited a sentence, he explained it in vernacular, "...'After death, the joints are mountains and forests, the body is rivers and seas, blood is Huaidu, and hair is grass and trees', That is to say, after the death of Lord Pangu, his flesh and blood turned into everything in the world..."

The left and right wine is not intoxicating, he only used it to quench his thirst and moisten his throat, took a sip, and then told the story of Kuafu's day-by-day life, "...'Abandon his staff, soaked in the flesh of the corpse, and gave birth to Deng Lin', that is to say Under the nourishment of Kuafu's flesh and blood, Kuafu's cane turned into a peach grove..."

Just listening to the story might be interesting, but listening to him explaining it one sentence at a time, Sanjiu felt bored, his eyes were dizzy and blinking, trying to close——

Gong Buwang on the side hiccupped lightly, and interrupted with disdain, "...It's annoying to listen to, how can a child fall asleep after listening to such a bloody story?"

Seeing Sanjiu, who was drowsy, opened his eyes wide for a moment, and was on the verge of failure, Qin Nianjiu glared at Gong Buwang, "How bloody is this story?!"

He even listened with relish to hearing that broken way disappear in ashes!

"It's not bloody anymore?" Gong Buwang hiccupped again as if he had a bad capacity for alcohol, propping up his crimson drunken face with his hands, and said drunken words with disgust, "According to this story, everything in this world It’s all melted from the flesh and blood of others, isn’t this bloody!…”

She insisted on staying, firstly out of anger, secondly because she wanted to hear what they usually talked about, whether they would say something bad about her... Who knew they were putting the child to sleep!

She stared at Qin Nianjiu with drunken eyes, still picking on the thorn in the story, "I never asked that Pan Gu Kuafu if he would like it!"

... They are all people from ancient mythology, where can he ask?Anyway, Sanjiu had already woken up, Qin Nianjiu simply grabbed his face and asked him, "Do you feel bloody?"

Sanjiuyuan didn't feel bloody yet, but after listening to Gong Buwang's words, he felt that there was some truth, so he nodded honestly, "A little bit."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

He pushed Sanjiu towards Gong Buwang, "You tell me, you tell me!"

Gong Buwang rolled his phoenix eyes, and embraced Sanjiu generously, "I'll tell you what I say!"

"...The city lord is really in a good mood." Tan Fengyue watched the two of them bickering, and rarely laughed lightly, and always felt that this scene seemed somewhat familiar—he restrained himself from thinking deeply in time, just looked at in front of you.

Gong Buwang's voice was slowed down by drunkenness, it was no longer as cold as usual, but gentle and gentle, and slowly told some stories such as "the white snake repays kindness" and "the canopy was demoted".

She was talking, Sanjiu was listening, Qin Nianjiu and Tan Fengyue sat beside each other drinking.It's just past the fifteenth day, the moon is still round, and it's quiet under the shadow. She slowly told the story to Sanjiu, and before she could make Sanjiu sleepy, she lost her mind by telling herself, "...that white snake's Mr. Lang was captured by the evil monk and asked him to cut his hair and become a monk. The white snake chased him with the green snake and asked the evil monk to release him. The evil monk refused, so the white snake brought floods and submerged the Jinshan Temple... The white snake asked the evil monk and said She changed into a human form to help the world and save lives, what's wrong with that? The evil monk replied, 'You are a monster, this is where the fault lies'..."

In the ups and downs of her voice, drunken, she seemed to feel that this scene was vivid and vivid, overlapping with a certain scene hidden in her heart, and there was something missing... There was her in that scene, and there was a young man , there is a talkative one, and there is a cold one... what is missing?

...It seems that one is missing a gentle one, and one is irritable...

why?She couldn't think of it, as if an invisible barrier blocked her thoughts.Taking advantage of her drunkenness, she propped her chin with one hand, and Xu Xu told the young man in her arms about "The Canopy Was Demoted", "...that day when the canopy met Fairy Chang'e, she became lustful, spoke rude words, and was reprimanded by the heavenly king." Relegated to the mortal world, cast into a pig's womb..."

As she narrated the story, she thought "wrong" in her mind:

... No, the boy in that scene should be slightly older than the one in his arms.

... No, the boy in that scene should be a little more handsome than the one in his arms.

... No, the boy in that scene should be more agile than the one in his arms.

But she couldn't remember exactly what the boy in that scene looked like.Although she lost her mind, she still told the story vividly and vividly, "...Since he is reprimanding, he will no longer be a fairy. Tianjun ordered people to break his fairy bones along his back, cut open the flesh, and pulled out every joint... ..."

"..." Qin Nianjiu on the side became more and more uncomfortable, and interrupted her, "...No, why isn't this story bloody?"

Gong Buwang paused, the blurry image in his mind faded away, he woke up in a flash, Liu Mei looked at him upside down, "Even if he did something wrong, he should be punished, where is the blood?"

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

She is used to making strong arguments, before Qin Nianjiu could refute her again, he lowered his head and dragged her, "You said, is it bloody?"

Sanjiu thought about it expressionlessly, only felt that what the two of them said made sense, so he replied dryly, "Both are fine."

Gong Buwang was obviously dissatisfied with this ambiguous response, and asked again, "Then he or I, whose story is more interesting?"

Sanjiu was banned from Qiqing, naturally he couldn't feel which one was more "interesting", so he just looked at Gong Buwang without saying a word, "..."

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Gong Buwang couldn't help feeling a little angry, frowned, and pushed him away, "You..."

Tan Fengyue has been carefully observing her constantly changing expression, and said in a timely manner: "He has no emotions, how can he give the city lord the reaction he wants."

Gong Buwang's red lips moved, "But..."

Tan Fengyue said again: "Isn't this what the city lord wants?"

Going around and going around, I went back to this topic.Gong Buwang was drunk and became more and more annoyed, but she felt a little confused: ... Yes, why did she think it was good?

Although she thought so, she was still stubborn, staring at Tan Fengyue and said: "...you are not the lord of the city, you don't have to keep the city safe, of course you don't think so, if the ghosts are greedy, fight Get up, what am I doing!"

She spoke out of breath, but the sharpness of her words was melted away by the alcohol, instead of retorting, she seemed to be making trouble for no reason, so Tan Fengyue treated her a little more leniently, instead of questioning her in a cold voice, she just asked in an ordinary tone: "With the cultivation of the city lord, are you afraid that you won't be able to cure the ghosts in this city?"

He spoke well, but Gong Buwang didn't appreciate it at all, and sneered, "My cultivation base is high, but I haven't cultivated the way of ruthlessness. I'm not afraid of being splashed with blood on my clothes, and I'm afraid of killing them, causing me to get into trouble for no reason. Shame!"

The act of slaying ghosts and subduing demons is indeed easy to be contaminated with evil spirits. Seeing that although her mouth is tough, her face seems to be a little shaken. Qin Nianjiu hurriedly persuaded: "This city has set a limit on good and evil, and those who can enter the city Those who came here must be pure and kind-hearted, who have never done evil things before or after death, and the girls in the harem who came to the city disciplined them well, taught them skills by themselves, and treated them very well, so how could they have evil thoughts—— "

"..." The left and right seemed to be wronged by themselves, Gong Buhuang gave them a look, and snorted coldly, unwilling to listen to their accusations, turned around and moved a few inches away with the wine jar in his arms, and took a gulp down his head liquor.

... and took several mouthfuls in a row.

Tan Fengyue and Qin Nianjiu looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.On one side is the wooden Sanjiu, on the other side is the angry and self-indulgent Gong Buwang, this is not a family yet, how could he have the illusion of having both sons and daughters... Qin Nianjiu hurriedly dispelled the weird thoughts in his mind, and picked up Sanjiu. Nine, talk to Fengyue: "I—"

Without finishing the sentence, Tan Fengyue understood his intentions and nodded, "Send him back to his room to sleep, over here..." He glanced at the other side who was drinking in a muffled voice, Gongbuwang, " ...with me watching."

Still disgusted, maybe he is the one in your past... Qin Nianjiu sneered inwardly, didn't think about it, and jumped off the eaves with Sanjiu in his arms.

The night wind is getting cooler, the clouds cover the moon, without the moonlight, the glazed windows are dimmed, and the light in the house is dim.

During the day of Sanjiu, I spent a whole day drawing pictures, and at night, I got into a scene with those three people. I was really tired. At this moment, the eaves were quiet, and I was accompanied by the ghost king. After a while, I closed my eyes and fell silent. Sleep soundly.

Seeing that he had indeed fallen asleep, Qin Nianjiu heaved a sigh of relief, tucked up the quilt for him, and just stood up when he heard the sound of a broken wine jar coming from the eaves, and then another sound——

What is this?Didn't the ancestor say that he was watching? !Don't fight!

Seeing that Sanjiu frowned and opened his big eyes again, it can be said that all previous efforts have been wasted, Qin Nianjiu finally remembered his identity as a ghost servant boy, gritted his teeth and took out the amulet, put Sanjiu back into the amulet, angrily Break through the door and go out to find those two people, "You—"

But staring dumbfounded at Gong Buwang sitting on the eaves, with a pile of wine jars scattered around in a mess, obviously drunk, throwing wine jars under the eaves to vent his anger, two red lips closed again Min, who was cursing, "... I want you to teach me...!"

And Tan Fengyue just stood aside and watched with hands tied.

...He just walked away for a while, how much did he drink? !Qin Nianjiu quickly jumped to the eaves, glared at Tan Fengyue and said, "Is that how you look at her?"

Tan Fengyue moved her eyes to Qin Nianjiu, and asked back: "Then what do you think?"

Qin Nianjiu slapped him on the shoulder, "Just look with your eyes?!"

Tan Fengyue answered it as a matter of course, "The wine is what she wants to drink, how can I spoil the fun of others."

"..." Qin Nianjiu gave a blunt wow, unable to hide his admiration, "The ancestor is really understanding."

Tan Fengyue nodded and said: "It has always been like this."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

Over there, Gong Buwang was still drinking madly on his own, throwing wine jars under the eaves one after another, "...I was right...!...Everyone is gone..."

"..." Seeing that the ancestor still looked indifferent, Qin Nianjiu thought that he really was a busy worker, so he hurried to stop her from throwing the wine jar, and persuaded her in a good voice: "Don't throw it, don't throw it, don't throw it—— "

Gong Buwang lightly hiccupped and threw his eyes at him, "How much is the wine jar worth? Why can't you drop it?!"

"...The wine jar is worthless." Qin Nianjiu was helpless, trying to coax her like a child, "Miss Gong's hands are precious, don't scratch them!"

When Gong Buwang heard this, he really stopped his movements, but he didn't know who he recognized, and stared at him sleepily, "You!...I hate your glib way... I hate you the most..."

Hate it, hate it, why do you hate it?Qin Nianjiu was puzzled in every possible way, secretly hated what the old ancestor bought so much wine for, but still reluctantly followed her words: "Okay, okay..."

The wine jar stopped falling, she got angry, picked up a half-full jar and was about to pour it into her mouth, but suddenly lost strength and couldn't sit still, and was about to fall off the eaves, Qin Nianjiu hurriedly stopped She—— was held back, but the wine jar in her hand was thrown out, and the wine splashed all over Tan Fengyue.

Tan Fengyue: "..."

What kind of disaster is this? !

Qin Nianjiu supported Gong Buwang, looked at the ancestor who was drenched in wine and was in such a mess, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, he couldn't stop laughing, "...cough."

"..." The wine soaked through the thin shirt, sticking to her body wet and sticky, completely sticky and disgusting.Tan Fengyue's face turned dark, and regardless of the presence of a girl, she immediately turned her back, and couldn't wait to take off her clothes for a moment, and used tricks to remove stains and tricks to bring new clothes over— —

The muffled laughter behind him stopped for a moment, and Gong Buwang, who was so drunk, also let out a little surprise.

No wonder he touched his back once in the stone room and once outside the "Yuntong" room earlier, and felt something strange... Qin Nianjiu stared at Tan Fengyue's back in amazement, "You...why do you have so many injuries on your body? ah?"

The skin on his back is as smooth as jade, but in the center there are light red scars lying across every few inches, running down the spine...

Tan Fengyue has always only used spells to clean her body, and never noticed anything unusual behind her, she frowned and turned her head to look over, but she couldn't see anything, so she had to ask the ghost, "What?"

Qin Nianjiu was still surprised, and didn't speak for a while, but Gong Buwang was so drunk that he smiled, pointing at him, "...You, your injury... Could it be that you also violated the lust ring and were demoted from the fairy bone?... Why didn't you cast yourself as a pig—"

One sentence stunned the two people, as if stirring up a thousand layers of waves, but she giggled without realizing it, frowned suddenly, stood up unsteadily, and said in a cold voice: "... ...I don't want to stay with the pig...I want to go back to Buwang Pavilion!..."

"..." Qin Nianjiu was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly hung her on his body to straighten her upright, and looked at Tan Fengyue in a state of bewilderment, "...Old Tan?"

"..." Tan Fengyue frowned, put on clean clothes, "Send her back to Buwang Pavilion first."