(Actually, there was a reason why Mr. Qi did not return with Hua Chenluo when he was in Lingshang Village. After Hua Chenluo left, he pulled his granddaughter Jing'er over and said, "This Hua Chenluo has an extraordinary appearance and will definitely be a good person in the future."

Grandpa thinks that he is a wealthy and noble man who is humble and has good intentions. He wants to treat his wife and children with great courtesy after he starts a family. You are already at the age where you can talk about marriage. Your parents died early and entrusted you to

Grandpa, grandpa is getting older, and he also wants to choose a marriage for you as early as possible. The 13-year-old girl is already a budding girl, and she has longed for things between men and women. Today's meeting with Hua Chenluo can be regarded as love at first sight, so she naturally acquiesces.

(Grandpa’s words.)

The moon hung in the sky, and on the old tree in front of Hua Xiucai's house, an owl tilted its head and cooed. The owl is a spiritual bird, and its appearance also represents the approach of death.

Hua Chenluo looked at it and saw that the time was just right, but the second master Qi was snoring loudly and was sleeping soundly. He was a guest and it was hard to wake him up now, so he had to sit on the edge of the kang and wait. At this time, he might have drank too much.

, the old man felt a little urgent to urinate, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and sat up.

"Oh, this wine is good. It's a pity that I have to give it to those two ghosts cheaply. I didn't recruit them. Who asked them to be officials! Okay, it's time to do things. I'm going to pee first. You can take everything.

Come on." Mr. Qi shook his head, stretched his waist, put on his sheepskin jacket and shoes and went to the ground.

The old man found a corner in the yard and started making noises. Then he shouted into the room: "Go and find a cinnabar pen for me."

Generally speaking, literati have a writing brush at home. A cinnabar pen is not a top-quality product, but it is necessary for doing simple things. When Hua Xiucai's family held funerals for his parents, he wrote all the elegiac couplets himself, so how could he not have a cinnabar pen?

Mr. Qi put on his trousers and returned to the house. He took out a jar from the cloth bag he was carrying, which contained scarlet liquid. He spread the piece of white silk on the table and dipped the thick liquid into it with a cinnabar pen.

Swish, swish, swish, there were a few marks. Hua Xiucai didn't recognize the mark, but it looked somewhat similar to the handwriting on the note that his wife gave him.

Qi Erye's brushwork was like a ghost painting, rendering strange patterns here and there on the white silk. All four sides of the white silk had been painted, leaving only a blank space in the middle. He didn't seem to have any idea about his work.

I was so satisfied that I kept shaking my head.

Without asking Hua Xiucai's consent, he took out the thread board beside the kang, took out a needle from it, grabbed the little girl's right index finger and pricked it, and suddenly drops of bright red blood flowed out, and he

He grabbed the little girl's hand and wrote the word "hold" in blood on the center of the white silk!

Then he thought to himself while calculating: "Oh, the west wind will blow at the second quarter..."

"Hua Xiucai, find something to prop up Bai Ling and insert it in the west position in front of your door."

Hua Xiucai did as he was told, and then followed Mr. Qi to the door of his yard holding the remaining half jar of Shaodaozi wine and a stack of Ming coins. He asked Mr. Qi what he wanted to do next.

"What can we do? Just wait, the time has not come yet."

"Ah? Wait? Who are you waiting for?" Hua Chenluo was confused.

"Then you two can't come before the time. Oh, but if you come late, the good wine will be drunk by the old man." He didn't seem to say this to Hua Xiucai. Hua Xiucai only felt that there was a faint trace of light around him.
Chapter completed!