Just after walking a few steps, Mrs. Jia suddenly turned back to Jia Zijing and said earnestly: "Tomorrow is the day when your uncle Xiang will host the banquet for King Fu and the powerful people in the court. You can stay honestly in Lanxianglou for Wei Niang, and don't do anything wrong again!"

Jia Zijing was half-clear and half asleep, and waved his hand casually to show his understanding.

Mrs. Jia didn't feel comfortable talking, so she left with concern.

Seeing Mrs. Jia exiting the courtyard gate of Lanxiang Building, Qu'er and Ci'er supported Jia Zijing, who was crooked and slanted, and went into the wing room.

Along the way, Jia Zijing glanced at Qu'er's charming and charming appearance, hugged the other party's head and neck and kissed him violently. He screamed nonsense. The other servants were not surprised. They looked at each other and retreated from Lanxianglou to the servant's ear room to rest.

Carved beams and painted buildings, and the lanterns of the veiled houses are filled with a sense of luxury and luxury everywhere.

The silk and silk are made of screens, fragrant wood is made of beams, the hall is filled with bright jade, and the ancient and beautiful scenery is covered with ancient styles.

The room is magnificent, and the bright glass lamp is becoming more and more brilliant, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. It is very similar to Jia Zijing's style of wearing huge camellias on his temples at the tea party.

Soon, Linglong's maid settled the drunk Jia Zijing to rest, and the servants and maids also went down to rest.

Late at night, people's words stopped, the stars and the moon were gone, the wind and lights disappeared in the Xiangxiang Tower, and the shadows were far away in the small building of West Lake.

The water pavilion curved corridor winds along the mountains, lying quietly in the dark night, like a snake ready to go.

In the cold pool on the side of the courtyard, there are occasionally night owls passing by the Nanshan Mountains rushing lightly, crying through the dense bamboos, revealing a faint gloomy and bizarre movement.

The southern mountains are empty and there is no one. The mountain wind whistles, the rustling trees are silent, and they are radiating with the wind to become the sharp claws of the dark night.

The drum at the third day of the sky had already left long ago.

Jia Zijing lay on the brocade quilt and jade pillow.

Qu'er and Ci'er, who had been with her, worked hard for a day, but at this time, they were extremely distressed. They spread their bedding at the foot of the bed in the wing room, and soon they fell into a deep dream.

In the middle of the night, the golden locks fell on the door, and the beautiful windows were facing each other. The yard was quiet and the jade tower sang and sang.

Only Jia Yanei's drunken snoring sounded like thunder, which was hidden among the slim smoke of the duck stove, so arrogant and arrogant that he wished he could scare Zhou Gong's shaking teeth.

Time is like water at the bottom of ice, and I don’t know how far it has gone.

Suddenly, a sharp sound was like a sharp knife that cut through the deep and bottomless night of spring, sad and terrifying, and directly cut through Jia Zijing's ears, who was in full swing.

He rolled up from the couch with his eyes blank, his eyes wandering around the dark fragrance room, and then opened his throat and called out a few times: "Qu'er! Qu'er!"

However, when someone called him, the Lanxiang Tower was quiet tonight, and there was no trace of the aura of living.

Jia Zijing held his split head angrily and stumbled out of the bed. The shrill and terrifying voice kept tangling in his mind, telling him that he could no longer sleep.

"Where are people? Where have they died? My Yanei told you! Go and ask the ghost outside to shut up and clamor for my Yanei to go to bed!"

He staggered and held the bed, pulled his untied robe, and tried to walk out of the wing room with one step.

While walking, he was still yelling, but no one responded.

Jia Zijing became more and more angry, and his fire jumped up like a sunny day, and he was rising.

"Are you all dead? No one! A bunch of pickled things, lazy people, none of them have come to serve my yamen! They will drive you out tomorrow!"

He muttered and cursed, and his feet couldn't help but go out of the vast courtyard.

The ruthless and miserable voice seemed to turn into a sob, like a sob in the fields, which made people tremble all over the body, and the hairs stood up like frost.

Jia Zijing seemed to be bewitched, and his steps could not help but go deep into the dense forest of the bamboos with such a sound.

There is a large lotus pond in the small building of West Lake in the depths of the bamboo forest.

On the hot summer nights, it is a good place to spend the summer in all courtyards and rooms in the mansion, but there is no one here in spring.

At midnight, it was even more shady and cold and gloomy.

Jia Zijing walked to the water viewing platform beside the lotus pond, looking around to find the culprit who disturbed him from sleeping, but he couldn't find it.

He roared angrily: "Who is crying? Go out and cry for the sake of yourselves? What's the point of crying? Crouching your head and tail, crying!"
Chapter completed!