MTL - Yang God-Chapter 2 Little man as a ghost

"Hey, Hong Yi, how come you haven't opened the door for so long, I have to use it!"

At the door, there was a woman wearing a goose-colored variegated fur coat, and her face was smeared and painted like a paint. She was about fifteen or six years old.

This woman is very expensive and speaks very rudely, but Hong Yi knows that she is Xiao Ning, a close-knit niece of Miss Yuntingzhai on the east side of Houfu.

Yuntingzhai is the residence of Mrs. Erfangfang of Houfu. The wife of Erfangfang is the wife of Wuwenhou. Her family is a merchant. She also donated an official. She has money and identity. Although she is not as good as Dafang Zhao in Houfu. Madam, but I can speak.

Therefore, the servants of Yunting Zhai are superior.

Although Hong Yi is the young master of Hou Fuzhong, but a son of "Zi Ji" who died in Xiaoyan, no one took him back, let alone the people in Houfu knew that Mrs. Zhao had no good feelings for Hong Yi. .

Hong Yi’s monthly money is also the least.

Up and down the entire Houfu, there are three-room ladies, four-bedroom Xiaoyan, with a housekeeper, slaves, family, guards, a total of seven or eight hundred people, personal division, like a small class of imperial court.

"Do you have anything?" After Hong Yi opened the door, he still sat back in his chair, picked up the book, and did not look at the prostitute.

Xiaoning looked at the charcoal burning in the house. Because of the poor quality, there was a smell, and the smoked eyes could not help but squint.

"Miss yesterday and Yongchun County's Yongchun County played the piano on the poem, Yongchun County master sang a poem, the result did not say the next sentence, Miss asked me to ask you, hello, are you listening?"

I saw Hong Yi sitting back at the table, picking up the book and looking up, Xiao Ning was angry.

"What?" Hong Yi's eyebrows wrinkled, blood poured into his face, his fists clenched slightly, and he looked at this Xiaoning with his eyes.

Xiao Ning also saw the **** anger on Hong Yi’s face, and the double-grip micro-grip, not only did not converge, but raised his eyes high, revealing a pair of “even if you are a young master, but I am so You, how can you treat me? You come to hit me!"

"What poem?" After a moment of anger, Hung Yi took a deep breath and calmed down. The fists were gently released and the tone turned calm.

"Sure enough, it is useless." Xiao Ning saw Hong Yi endure, and he sighed in his heart. "When Yongchun County played the piano, he said, 'There is no heartbreaking today', then I will ponder the next sentence. Miss miss me. I ask you, I hope you have the next sentence."

"I haven’t been tempted to be chaotic today?" Hong Yi thought: "When you play the piano, you can’t fix your mind. I’ll just say the last sentence. This heart is not self-sufficient.”

"Today has not been tempted to be chaotic, this heart can not help people." Hong Yi pulled out a piece of white paper, wrote in thick ink on it and wrote a cursive.

"what is this?"

Xiaoning saw the words of the cursive book as the dragon snakes generally turned and flew, read only a little, the prostitute who knew a few words, where they recognized.

"You are a man, you don't know the word, ask so much." Hong Yi coldly said: "Send it is."

"you….."

Xiaoning saw Hong Yi’s eyes when he was illiterate. The joints of his fingers rang twice, showing a good skill. At the same time, she looked at her with a fierce gaze.

Obviously, this Xiaoning has practiced fists.

"This Hong Yi Ming Ming is the strength of the hands of the chicken, the weak scholars. But why not afraid? I also practiced a certain fire with the Miss, and there is a power in front of ordinary people, although this Hong Yi is a young master, but in Hou I don’t want to be liked by the big lady in the house.... Bullying him is most blamed..... And I’ve learned the tricks I’ve learned recently, and I’ll only take a few days of pain, and my bones won’t hurt....”

Xiao Ning showed fierce light and walked two steps forward, pretending to pick up Hong Yi's paper, but in his heart, he figured it out. When he picked it up, he used a clever technique to unload Hong Yi's hand and called him a pain for a few days. .

"You do it to me, don't you be afraid of exile for three thousand miles!"

Just when Xiaoning stepped, Hong Yi suddenly spoke, and his voice was very strong.

"Dagan law, beating people who have a good name, but exile for three thousand miles. You should not make your own mistakes!"

Hong Yi’s sudden sound was so intense that Xiao Ning was awkward.

"Who wants to do it for you, I am taking paper, you are a young master, how can we dare to give birth to you?" Xiaoning stepped back, his arms stretched, took the paper, and turned and went out.

"Oh, you can only write poetry, and you have no power to bind your hands. No one is a scholar."

Xiaoning out of the room, his heart groaning. She was really scared by Hong Yi, but how could she admit it?

"嘘....."

After seeing Xiaoning, Hong Yi took a long sigh of relief. "Sure enough, in the face of encountering a villain with a ghost, you must not be weak, and if you are weak, he will have to take it. You are so mad, it I dare not approach you. This cliché note is a metaphor for people, but it is a rationale."

Hung Yi sat down again and flipped through a previously read story, marking a heavy mark with a brush.

This story tells Li Yan that he once had a late night study and met a ghost. The ghost showed his form and asked Li Yan to be afraid! Li Yan immediately became very vocal, "not afraid!", the ghost asked again, Li Yan's voice is even bigger, the ghost finally said: "As long as you say fear ~www.novelbuddy.com~ I will leave immediately, no longer wrapped around you." Li Yan said loudly: "I am not afraid of being afraid." The ghost finally had no choice but to disappear.

Later, some people said to Li Yandao: "You have no way to do it, you will not cure the ghost. Why don't you compromise if you don't compromise. What if you really want to do it?"

Li Yandao: "Because I don't know how to do it, I can't cure ghosts, so I can't be afraid. If I am afraid, the breath will be weak, and he will really come up."

"The villain becomes a deceitful villain, like a ghost."

Hong Yi reread this story, remembering the slave who had just met Xiao Ning, feeling that the villain is really like a ghost. If it wasn’t scaring her, maybe the other party would dare to start.

"But the fear is not king. I still have to practice martial arts. The scholars are good at cutting and shooting. They are considered to be authentic scholars. But I really don't have this condition. I think it would be a good idea."

Hong Yi has already moved the mind of practicing martial arts, but there is no condition.

Practice riding a shot, a good horse worth a thousand dollars, a good bow is also worth hundreds of gold. Even if you don't want to do it, you have to fight for it, and you have to ask the teacher. These are things that Hongyi can't do.

There are also martial arts high-powered guards in Houfu, but who wants to contact Hongyi and touch the lady's mildew?

"I heard that during the founding of the Dagan dynasty, two large books were compiled, one was "Wu Jing" and the other was "Dao Jing", which was about practicing martial arts, cultivating immortals, and sprinkling millions of words. Unfortunately, later It has become a banned book. If you can borrow it, it will be fine."

Hong Yi meditated.