When He Yong heard this, he felt even more amused: "Haha, aren't you afraid that the emperor wants your daughter to be the crown princess?"
He raised his head suddenly and said seriously: "I would rather my daughter marry your son when she is born than marry her into the palace."
When He Yong heard what he said, he was naturally grinning from ear to ear. Being married to Zhao Changyuan had always been something he never dared to think about. The two brothers from the Yang family were watching with eager eyes, and Young Master Pan was also holding back his energy to think about it.
Still sitting.
But after a second thought, he asked again: "Then what if your child insists on becoming a consort or a princess, what will you do then?"
Zhao Changyuan straightened up, relaxed his muscles and bones and said calmly: "I remember how my father educated me."
He Yong immediately imagined the scene of Zhao Xiong serving him with a ruler, but the face of the perpetrator was processed into a ferocious version of Zhao Changyuan. "Oh, you, a father... you are really not an ordinary terror.
…”
Zhao Changyuan raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Would you rather have your son?"
"I... don't want to." Who doesn't know that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger? He Yong is not a fool either.
Zhao Changyuan saw that he was very clear-cut when it came to persuading others, but when it came to himself, he had no future at all. He couldn't help but give him a big roll of his eyes: "That's fine."
After another long while, the messenger came in and handed over a scroll: "To Marshal, the painter left a copy for you as a souvenir before leaving."
At this time, Zhao Changyuan was in an extremely depressed mood. Nothing he saw was pleasing to his eyes. When he opened the scroll, he couldn't help complaining irritably: "It doesn't look like him at all! Is this me? Do I look so fierce? This is clearly Lu Bu.
!Forget it, it’s better than nothing…send it back to my parents for me.”
"Yes!" The messenger immediately took the scroll and exited the camp.
The Yunjin Temple in Luoyang City was originally just a small Taoist temple with no reputation. But today, an official sedan carrying two ladies with pink makeup and jade carvings made a special trip to stop at its door.
One of the women who got off the official sedan was the wife of Mr. Wang, the secretary supervisor, and the other was the wife of Mr. Jin, the resident of Zhongshushe.
Although the sun was sunny, the slightly cold temperature in March was not very suitable for pampered ladies to go out for a stroll. When Mrs. Jin got off the carriage, she muttered unhappily: "What's the use of such a cold day?"
Are you shopping?" Even so, he followed Mrs. Wang closely and walked into the Taoist temple without stopping.
The reason for such persistence is simply because Mrs. Wang heard that an alchemy Taoist priest who was more handsome than Pan An recently came to Yunjin Temple.
These two ladies usually interact quite frequently. In addition, although Mrs. Wang usually doesn't talk much, she is very good at understanding other people's tempers and preferences. Mr. Jin rarely returns home and is quite cold to his wife. Although Mrs. Jin is not a red branch,
Xing went out of the house, but when she was empty, lonely and cold, she would often get together to watch the opera, or chat with her close friends about all the beautiful men in the city, just to have a good time.
This harmless hobby has now become Mrs. Wang's fishing rod, luring her into unknown traps.
As soon as she walked into the gate of the Taoist temple, Mrs. Jin found that this small Taoist temple, which usually had few people, was now crowded with people coming and going in an endless stream. She couldn't help but feel secretly happy, if it weren't for the new little Taoist priest who was so beautiful.
, how can we bring this dying place back to life? I thought so in my heart, but I still had to pretend to be arrogant and solemn, even a little impatient: "With so many people, what can you see?"
Mrs. Wang looked at the surging crowd in front of her and comforted her with soft words: "Let's find a place to sit for a while. It's not too late to go and have a look when there are less people. You and I are both respectable.
How can such people be crowded together with women from ordinary people's homes? What is it like?"
Mrs. Jin sighed and said, "That's all we can do. It's already here, so just wait."
The two of them walked around and came to a secluded small courtyard next to the Taoist guest hall. There were stone tables and benches in the middle, and the surroundings were cleaned. "This is it, it's clean enough." Mrs. Wang took the lead and sat down on the stone bench.
superior.
Mrs. Jin also felt that the place was suitable and sat down. However, the well in front of her and the towering locust tree next to the well made her feel a little nervous for some reason. "This place is very scary." She was usually tough.
I'm used to it, so when I say this, I feel a little reluctant.
Mrs. Wang sneered: "Hey, you don't even look at this place? There are Taoist priests and priests outside, what are you afraid of?"
As soon as the words fell, the world in front of both of them suddenly turned dark as if the lights were turned off at the same time.
"Ah -" the screams of the two women shuttled back and forth in the dark space, becoming more and more horrifying.
Mrs. Jin could not see anything, and her first reaction was to run away, but she found that her body was completely unable to move as if being tied up. She could only scream with her eyes closed. Mrs. Wang's voice suddenly stopped, as if
He suddenly disappeared beside him.
In despair, a faint light appeared in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes nervously, and then she realized that the light came from the lonely well in front of her.
The light was very weak at first, flickering in and out. As time passed over her skin, the well in front of her eyes gradually became bright red. Only then did she realize that the light was erupting from the well.
Except for her own screams, there was no sound around her. She turned aside from Mrs. Wang's position and found that she had fallen to the ground and seemed to be unaware of her presence.
When she moved her gaze to the well, she didn't even have the strength to scream. Her whole body felt like the blood was flowing backwards and her limbs were limp. Because she suddenly found a bright red sleeve sticking out of the well, and the sleeve was exposed.
His hands were thin and pale, and his fingers were blood red.
She still tried to struggle to move her body, but all her efforts were in vain. She could only watch the second arm protruding from the well, followed by long black hair, then bright red shoulders and continuous twisting
The body that is wearing...
If she had watched "The Ring", I'm afraid this scene wouldn't be so fussy. It's just that if...
So after the bright red man crawled out of the well, Mrs. Jin fainted once. However, this brief coma did not wake her up from the nightmare.
When she opened her eyes again, her long hair was already in front of her eyes.
"Ah - help - who are you - don't come here -" She screamed desperately with all her strength, tears streaming down her face, unable to speak, until the other party suddenly stretched out her hand to her, with a ball in her palm.
The pearls are particularly eye-catching in this dark and strange atmosphere.
"Han... Han Xian'er..." She reacted immediately because she knew very well where the bead was lost.
The other party didn't respond, but just took a step forward with his palms raised.
"Don't come over! Don't come over -" Mrs. Jin felt even more horrified, and her culottes were all wet.
Her cry for help this time finally got feedback. The "Han Xian'er" in front of her slowly raised her head, her thick and dark hair spread to both sides, revealing a face full of flesh and blood. "I'll give you back the beads... I'll give you back my life."
I..." This voice sounded like a sigh, more like a cry. It came from the bloody face in front of me, and it seemed to come from all directions.
"Ah - go away -" Mrs. Jin has turned into a repeater at this moment, and all her fears can only be vented through that thin throat.
"Give me back the beads...Give me back your life..." Han Xian'er took another step closer to her and was about to touch her body.
Mrs. Jin did not dare to look at her anymore. She closed her eyes and cried, "I will...I will burn paper money for you! Don't look for me!"
"Give you the beads...Give me your life..." Han Xian'er's hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, her fingers were cold and had no warmth. Mrs. Jin couldn't bear it anymore, and all her mental defenses collapsed: "
I didn’t push you down on purpose! I made a mistake! I didn’t mean it!”
Han Xian'er was still unwilling to give up, and wailed in a tearful tone: "I really like Master Jin, why did you use me to frame Pan Zhuqing? I hate you, I want you to come down and accompany me..." After saying that, he raised his sharp claws and pinched Mrs. Jin's hand.
neck……
"I'm not using you! It's my master, it's my master!"
Just as a loud howl fell to the ground, the surrounding darkness seemed to have been lifted away by life, and the sky returned to a clear sky. However, in front of Mrs. Jin, there were many more people that she absolutely did not want to see at this moment.
For example, Mr. Xu of the Luoyang City Government Office responsible for Han Xianer's murder case, Mr. Song, the prefect, Pan Jingyuan, Chang Gong Yueyue, Pan Du Ruotong, Fu Yun, etc...
And "Han Xian'er", who had just been crawling on the ground for a long time, now stood up properly, wiped off the clothes on her face, took off her bright red robe, and looked like a slim little girl. This hard-working heroine is none other than
It is Miss Yulian, the little girl of the Pan family.
The producer of this bloody horror film is Pan Zhuqing, who is currently under house arrest.
The director is Chang Gong Yueyue.
The makeup artist and props artist are Pan Duruotong, Xiaomei Xinger and others.
There are four voice actors in total, namely Yu Lian herself, Chang Gong Yueyue, Pan Du Ruotong and Fu Yun. They stand in different places and say the same line at the same time in order to create an eerie and weird artistic effect. More importantly,
It is to reduce the sound recognition.
The lighting engineers were Pan Jingyuan, Yin Liang and a dozen other Qinggong masters. They grabbed black cloths and forcibly surrounded the entire patio-like courtyard in a matter of seconds, making it airtight and pitch black.
The martial arts instructor is the low-key and handsome uncle Zhao Xiong who does not want to appear on camera. After the place was completely dark, Mrs. Jin, who was in chaos and fear, sealed her acupoints and could not move. This was Uncle Chang's masterpiece.
Mrs. Wang, the best supporting actress, also stood up from the ground tremblingly at this moment, pretending to be confused and at a loss.
The Best Supporting Actor Mr. Song is also indispensable. He spent a lot of effort to invite Mr. Xu who was very busy to come here to watch the show.
Mr. Xu ordered the arrest of the witness who reported Xue Jiu that night. But the officials failed and only brought back a letter left by the witness in the house. The letter stated that he went to the government office to falsely accuse Xue Jiu because he had taken the gold.
Lord Jin's money. Now that Lord Jin has sent people to hunt down and kill him, he has no choice but to flee.
Yushitai raided the Jin Mansion that night.
Pan Zhuqing, who had not had any food or water for several days, stood in the courtyard of the Jin Mansion with stars in his eyes. The men, women and children in the Jin Mansion screamed in fright and ran around in front of him, which made him dizzy and almost made him feel sick.
He fainted at the moment. Finally, he calmed down and ordered to the censor beside him: "Everyone will be tied up by me and escorted to the censor station prison. Search carefully for me, and there will be no suspicious things."