The main hall door opened, and the dust that had accumulated for decades fell. Lihua quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, signaling Zhichun to step back.
Lihua originally thought that the main hall, which had been closed for so long, would be filled with a decayed and dull atmosphere.
But unexpectedly, after the ashes fell, not only was it not dull, but there was also a fresh woody fragrance, which made me feel relaxed and happy.
Lihua put down the veil and felt a little confused. She thought that the wood used in this palace was not simple. It must be precious wood. It was a pity that it was abandoned.
She picked up a small lantern in the basket instead of another lantern. With Zhichun trembling, she stepped into the hall first and lit it.
The small lantern can't illuminate very far, it only illuminates a small area in front of you, and you can't see clearly from a distance.
Lihua noticed something, looked up, and saw shadowy white curtains hung on the wooden beams of the main hall, hanging down, adding a bit of a strange atmosphere.
She thought to herself that this main hall was indeed a bit strange. She had never seen a white cloth hanging in the hall. It was so unlucky.
Other than that, I didn’t find anything unusual.
Lihua left the small lantern in the hall and went to the door to ask Zhichun to carry the basket in.
After carrying the basket through the door and putting it down, the two of them immediately started working, scattering the bottles and jars to make it look as if they were originally in the palace, so that they could be taken out when needed.
Zhichun remembered the talismans he had seen before, and then saw that the palace was shrouded in darkness and gloomy. He couldn't help but feel scared, but he insisted on working.
The two of them kept taking things out of the basket and placing them in appropriate places in the palace.
Lihua found that the main hall of Tingliyuan was very magical. Once inside, it was like a treasure hunt, with good things everywhere.
Many pieces of furniture were pushed to the ground, as if they had been robbed, and most of the materials used were very expensive, such as huanghuali tables and chairs, white jade vases, etc.
I don’t know who used this temple before, or why no one took away the things before it was abandoned.
Lihua put her own bottles and jars into it while studying it with gusto, thinking that after waiting for a while, why not come here to steal a treasure?
When Zhichun saw that nothing happened, and that Lihua seemed fine, his fear gradually subsided.
At this moment, a gust of breeze blew against his face. Zhichun subconsciously looked in the direction of the wind, and saw a white shadow floating past, and then two clusters of long firelights flashed deep in the temple.
Her heart beat violently, and she suppressed the urge to scream, trembling her lips: "Master, master, please take a look..."
At this moment, I still didn’t forget the secret of my trip and didn’t make too much noise.
"What are you looking at?" Lihua was placing a bottle gently on an overturned huanghuali shelf, and sprinkled it with a layer of dust to disguise it.
Hearing this, she turned around and saw the two clusters of fire, separated by a distance, like two small lanterns emitting cold light. Something was staring at them in the darkness.
Lihua was startled and couldn't help but hold a piece of grass in her heart. Is it really haunted?
Is that why this main hall is abandoned and dusty, and no one cares about it?
Before she could figure it out, the two clusters of fire actually moved at an extremely fast speed. They disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared somewhere else in the blink of an eye, much closer to them!
It was too late, but it was faster than that. Lihua's movements were faster than her brain. She quickly ran to Zhichun's side, held Zhichun's arm and rushed out!
After exiting the main hall gate, Lihua supported Zhichun, who was feeling weak, and stopped to look back. The two of them gasped for air.
After a while, Zhichun broke the silence with a cry in a low voice: "Miss, I forgot to tell you that I am most afraid of ghosts. Was that a ghost just now?"
Lihua was sweating coldly, looking at the open palace door, she didn't know if it was a ghost.
But there must be something about her.
Zhichun's face turned pale and she grabbed Lihua's sleeve: "Miss, how about we go back?"
Lihua thought for a while and agreed. She wanted to find out more after settling down and knowing the spring.
She lives in the side hall, and she doesn’t know how long she will live there in the future. If she doesn’t find out, she won’t be able to sleep well in the future.
But at this moment, those two clusters of fire appeared at the entrance of the main hall.
If the master and servant felt something, they both turned to look.
"Miss..." Zhichun screamed at the top of her voice, her voice distorted by fear.
Lihua's heart beat like a drum, and she quickly assumed a defensive posture. When she looked closely, a surge of anger surged into her forehead.
She squeezed out two words through her teeth: "hair ball!"
Wu Xue blinked innocently, and the cold eyes like two small lanterns flickered in the darkness.
A false alarm, it turns out that the main hall of Tingli Courtyard is a den of Wu Xue.
There is a white jade bed in the hall, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. I don’t know how this big cat found it. Every time when the weather is hot, this big cat likes the cold and comes here to sleep!
Those two will-o’-the-wisps are Wu Xue’s eyes!
Zhichun saw the white shadow, which was the ice silk white brocade that Wu Xue brought back and used it to sleep on!
This big cat is as fussy and fussy as its owner, and is picky about the nest it sleeps in.
The two flesh pads of this four-legged beast make no sound at all when walking, and the speed is so fast that it creates the illusion that the will-o'-the-wisp has gone somewhere else in the blink of an eye.
After Zhichun figured it out, he leaned against the palace door as if he had been fished out of the water, sweating all over his body.
Lihua was angry and looked at the four-legged beast with a sneer: "There are rumors that the main hall of Tingliyuan is haunted. Is it because of you?"
It scared her and Zhichun so much that a timid person would have to pee in fear!
Wu Xue was so innocent that she instinctively felt a little scared. She wanted to run away but was frightened by Lihua's eyes that she wanted to kill the cat. She didn't know how she could offend Lihua.
The weather is very hot, and its hair is too hot. Now it almost only comes out at night.
There is ice in Cangchen Palace, but it is still not as cold and comfortable as the white jade bed in this abandoned palace.
Last summer, it tried to whine at its master, and even tried to trip his legs, trying to get the bed to be moved away.
But no one understood what it meant. Its owner picked up the meat of its neck and threw it on the ice basin, and nothing more happened.
So did it make any mistake in coming here?
Lihua took a lantern and illuminated the white jade bed, and touched it with her hand. A hint of coolness came through her fingertips. It felt warm and delicate, what a cool white jade bed!
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She couldn't help but cursed what a waste of natural resources. This priceless thing had been left here to languish for decades, so why not give it to her!
It would take her several lifetimes to sell it and run away with the entire Wu family.
Wu Xue seemed to sense what Pear Blossom was thinking, and stretched out her front paws to touch Pear Blossom hesitantly.
Lihua turned her head and looked, remembering the culprit.
She wanted to scold the big cat, but she felt it was easier for him. She got so angry that she knelt down and rubbed it to relieve her anger!
So he greeted Zhichun, who had recovered, and prepared to finish the matter and leave.
Wu Xue's hair was disheveled and she was suspicious of Mao Sheng, and she squatted aside and watched.
Lihua and Zhichun quickly put away their things, and when they were about to leave, they couldn't help but laugh when they saw Wu Xue's messy appearance. Finally, they rubbed the big cat and walked out.
Knowing that there was no ghost, Zhichun became bold and wanted to touch the big cat.
Wu Xue, however, stepped aside, her aura suddenly changed, and she stared at Zhichun with a pair of cold eyes, her intention being very clear, not to be touched.
Zhichun was stared at so much that he complained to Lihua on the way back: "Master, this slave looks at that cat like a master and is a little scared. It seems that it only lets you touch it."
Lihua was happy, the big cat following the emperor was the cat owner.
The two of them returned to the West Side Hall. As soon as they settled down and lay down, there was a slight knock on the door, three long and two short.
Zhichun stood up from the low couch warily, walked over and asked softly: "Who?"
The answer from outside the door: "It's me, Zhidong."
Lihua suddenly opened her eyes, her face turned cold. As expected, Jinghong Palace bribed her minions, and there might be some conspiracy.
But at this time, she never expected that this conspiracy would involve her at the cost of Wu Fanger's death.