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"There are eighteen people in total, you will use it for the time being." Zheng Lingzhi pointed to the men and women standing in three rows under the steps, and then took a stack of yellowed hukou from the young man behind her, and handed it to Yang Shouwen. "I heard that the saint arranged you here, and I was a little anxious! But you also know that although I am a captain in Henan, I can't say anything in the court... The saint's will is not something I can resist, so I had to buy these people for you temporarily. The six in the row in front can speak official words and can help you on weekdays.

The other people's... the six Kunlun slaves at the end were rough and could not do meticulous work, but they could endure hardships at times and had some strength to do some rough work for you. The six people in the middle were two Turkic people, and the other four women were from Persia. They were said to have been descendants of Persian nobles, but were later defeated and captured, and then came to Chang'an."

Kunlun slave?

Yang Shouwen's eyes passed over the twelve people in the front row and landed on the six people in the end.

I'll go...

Kunlun slaves were a beautiful existence in the Tang Dynasty. There are records of Kunlun slaves in countless legends, unofficial history and legends. They are loyal, honest, and very diligent, and some are even proficient in fighting skills.

But after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, Kunlun slaves seemed to disappear.

The descriptions of them in historical books are also different, but overall they have several characteristics: curly hair, dark skin, and strong skin. But Yang Shouwen has finally figured out what this Kunlun slave in the Tang Dynasty looked like. Isn’t this a black man?

However, although these black people are black, they are not that kind of pure black.

To be precise, it seems to be brown-black, a bit similar to the mixed blood of later generations. But it is unknown where the blood is mixed.

African?

Yang Shouwen was a little suspicious.

However, if you ask Zheng Lingzhi, I'm afraid he doesn't even know where Africa is.

This is an era where Chinese civilization and Tang culture are respected. It is not just a saying that all countries come to pay tribute. Since it is called all countries, God knows what kind of countries they have. Yang Shouwen estimates that Zheng Lingzhi may not pay attention to these things.

As for those Persian women, they are very charming and quite exotic.

Just looking at Zheng Lingzhi's face and running eyebrows, Yang Shouwen knew that his uncle was not reliable if he didn't do it well.

"Uncle, why not look for locals in Luoyang?"

When Zheng Lingzhi saw that Yang Shouwen took away the contracts for sale without hesitation, she immediately smiled.

"Qingzhi, you are much more sensible than your father... He came from Changping before, and I planned to send some servants to him, but he was so unhappy. I know that these servants have wronged you, but I can't do anything about it."

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal the two teenagers to come over, and after giving a few instructions, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Yang Shouwen hurriedly greeted Yang and followed Zheng Lingzhi.

"Qingzhi, do you think I don't want to find a local? I can't find it."

"how?"

"As soon as others heard that it was the Huo Mansion of Tongmamo, they immediately turned around and left.

I don’t know what the saint called you here. What was the idea of ​​it? How could he arrange you here?"

"Isn't it good here?"

Yang Shouwen asked in confusion.

One by one, one by one, then came to the courtyard where Zhongjin was.

The area of ​​the courtyard here is larger than the previous hall, and it looks like more than 1,500 square meters.

The waterside pavilions and towers in the courtyard are intertwined, like a garden.

The rain stopped, and the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in the yard were blown down by the wind, making the tortuous stones quiet, wet and spread crimson pink, which made people feel a little more melancholy.

Zheng Lingzhi walked along the winding corridor to the center of the pool.

Standing here, the scenery is even more beautiful, highlighting the original owner and extraordinary taste.

"Of course not good!"

Zheng Lingzhi stopped, leaned against the railing, and sighed softly, "This place was originally the house of Huo Xianke, the chief censor. You must know that this place is close to the imperial city, and most of the officials of the imperial court, as well as the nobles of Luoyang, live here. Not to mention anything else, Tongmamo is adjacent to the Caoqu. Do you know that the pool in your yard, directly along with the Caoqu outside, is a pool of live water, which has not been frozen for many years. It can be said that the area with the best Feng Shui in the entire Guiyifang."

Yang Shouwen was immediately surprised, "Since that's the case, why is it vacant?"

"What do you think after three masters died in six years?"

"ah?"

Zheng Lingzhi's face looked a little ugly and she said softly: "This is now a famous haunted house in Luoyang City. It is said that after Huo Xianke killed Zhu Tiepi in the Xindu case, Zhu Tiepi's resentful soul followed him here, then sucked Huo Xianke's tendons and tortured him to death. After that, his resentment became stronger and stronger, so that no one who moved in had a good end.

The master here before even invited the mage Ah Yezhen to come and save him, but not to mention the uselessness, he was also dead.

You didn't see it, Ah, the master, is not willing to live in the city for a long time now, and he is determined to move out of Luoyang and build a temple outside the city."

A gust of wind blew across the pool, and the surface of the pool was sparkling.

The sun is clearly hanging in the air, and the sun shines.

But for some reason, Yang Shouwen felt an inexplicable chill, and a chilling chill.

"Uncle, don't scare me."

"What did I scare you? If you don't believe me, go out and ask, see if I have any false words?"

At this moment, the smile on Zheng Lingzhi's face disappeared.

He held the railing with his hands, looked left and right, and cursed in a low voice, "Forget it, stop talking, I'm a little scared."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and said to Yang Shouwen: "It seems that the saint wants you to die here."

The most toxic woman’s heart!

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He was fine at first, but when Zheng Lingzhi said this, his heart trembled a little.

He doesn't care about it himself, he was originally fearless. But Yang's family has been here for one month, so don't be implicated.

"What should I do? I'll move out?"

“Move away?”

Zheng Lingzhi smiled bitterly and said, "I guess it's not that easy.

The saint arranges you here, so she must have her plans. If you move away, if you don’t do it well, you will give the saint an excuse.

As far as I know, the saint did not agree with you and Princess Anle very much, but because of her reputation, she has never expressed her opinion. But now she has arranged you in this haunted house, and her attitude is very clear. Do you understand?"

I do not understand!

Yang Shouwen scratched his head and said softly: "Uncle, I'm not afraid, but I'm worried that my aunt will be hindered. There are Qingnu, Shisanlang and the others. If it really doesn't work, can you take them to your house to stay temporarily?"
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