What's going on with a piece of Jiang Yan's song?

But Weixiu, your Hu pancake is not round at all. It seems that it is not made by the one we often go to in the east of the city.

If such a pancake is sold, I am afraid I will be beaten!

However, Jiang Yanzhi didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of being beaten.

After finishing painting, Min Weixiu touched her belly and frowned.

"What's wrong, but my stomach hurts?" Jiang Yanzhi walked over anxiously and placed his hand on Min Weixiu's stomach.

Min Weixiu shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little swollen. Maybe it's a kohlrass. It doesn't matter. We'll find a way out earlier, maybe we can still eat morning food."

Jiang Yanzhi nodded, held Min Weixiu's hand, and the two of them walked towards the road ahead with torches.

The surroundings were quiet, with no heads in front, no roads behind, and the gaps were so narrow that it was breathless. It was pitch black inside, I didn’t know whether it was day or night, and I didn’t know how long they had been walking inside.

Jiang Yanzhi felt that if he was the only one here, he would probably go crazy.

"Weixiu, let me hum a little song for you." Jiang Yanzhi said.

Min Weixiu's pace slowed down, "I really didn't expect that Jiang Yanzhi's little song was humming pretty well, and the tone was very fresh. This is the first time I heard it."

Jiang Yanzhi's face was a little dark, "It's not me who hummed. Before I could hum, the song rang."

The hairs behind Min Weixiu suddenly stood up. In this ghost place, she and Jiang Yanzhi were the only ones who were breathing heavily. She didn't hum, and Jiang Yanzhi didn't hum either. So who was humming?

She tightened the mace in her hand, got closer to Jiang Yanzhi, and whispered, "Look carefully, where is the ghost? Look at me and I beat him to pieces!"

They are not familiar with the place, but who knows what kind of evil spirit this is! She doesn't carry the tears of a cow, and she can't see where the ghost is at all!

Before Jiang Yanzhi could speak, a voice sounded, "Hey, I sing to you, you are going to beat me up to death, the heart of a good wolf! Brother Wei and Jin are a liar, he said that the three kings are good people... But there is a woman who is even more vicious than ghosts by the good people!"

Min Weixiu was almost irritated by him, "Hey, the three kings, your ghost brother has arranged a good errand for you!"

It's simply! They all fell into the cracks in the ground, and there are still cases waiting... and they still make people live!

Even the flower girls in the brothel can rest in broad daylight!

When Jiang Yan's case was decided, it was completely different from black, white, day and night.

Jiang Yanzhi rubbed his eyes, "You are Jian Ning, you are not the son of Jian Shumi, are Jian Sanlang? Why are you dead? No, when my brother Weixiu got married, you even gave a gift..."

"I am Jian Ning. Do you know me? It's impossible. I've been dead for three years and I have never seen you before! You looked very young last year and have been married for three years? Poor when I died, I didn't get married, and I didn't even use the Five Finger Girl..."

Jiang Yanzhi coughed, what a weird ghost!

I still think about the Five Finger Girl when I die, and I am not afraid of dying again...

Min Weixiu pulled Jiang Yanzhi's sleeve and blinked her eyes. She read it correctly. In the narrow corridor, there was indeed a young man wearing short-dressed and wooden clogs. His eyes were big peach blossom eyes, which looked quite frivolous. No matter how you look, they didn't look like a person who was clean and honest.

"How could I see a ghost?" Min Weixiu pulled Jiang Yanzhi's sleeve.

Jian Ning seemed a little afraid of Min Weixiu, so she shrank to the side of the stone wall, "It was Brother Wei and Jin who helped me. He said that you have a strong evil spirit. If you can't see me, if you are not careful, you will kill me..."

Min Weixiu is a little embarrassed, so what kind of bad reputation does she spread in the ghost circle...

People are afraid of seeing them, but ghosts are sad?

Jian Ning obviously stayed here for a long time. After walking a few steps forward with the two, he found a slightly larger open space. "That's my bones, and I don't know why I became a ghost. I have been here and dare not go anywhere. I sing songs when I'm bored. Are those singers still singing Magpie Bridge Fairy? But what new songs have come out?"

Jiang Yanzhi looked at him with a complicated look, "I have been married to Weixiu for less than a year. There is also a Jian Sanlang in Kaifeng Prefecture. He has married and has also passed the Jinshi."

This Jian Sanlang was known as a famous figure in Kaifeng Prefecture three years ago.

His father was the Privy Councilor, who was in charge of the Privy Council, and was a great man who was shoulder to shoulder with the Prime Minister. Privy Councilor Jian had three sons, Dalang and Erlang were very good at him, and he was old-fashioned and straightforward. Even if he was admitted to the Jinshi, he was just right.

The Jian family has been a scholar for generations, and there are three Jinshis in each family. It is said to be a hot family. However, the Jian family's family's family tradition is arrogant, stable, and does not do anything special. To put it nicely, it is steady and ugly, but it does not have any enterprising spirit.

Until this family, a Jian Sanlang came out.

Jian Sanlang is simply the opposite of Jian’s family.

He was born with a romantic style in the Wei and Jin dynasties, and his best job was to write small songs. How many Qinlou and Chuguan spent a lot of money just to ask for his songs, and his best job was the Magpie Bridge Fairy.

He was very literary, but he never wrote the imperial examination article. His favorite was to ride a small donkey, wear Xie Gong's clogs, and travel around the mountains and rivers.

Privy Councilor Jian said he would not give him money, so he could see how he wasted it!

But a little song is enough to spend half of your life! Even if you don’t have money, those spenders would rather pay money than give it to Jane Sanlang for a smile...

Until one day three years ago, Jian Sanlang returned from a long journey and never wrote music again after finishing his pen. He took the Jinshi exam the next year, and became like the rest of the Jian family.

Until now, when those women in the sings of Magpie Bridge Fairy, they often sigh that there is Jian Ning in the world, but there is no Sanlang anymore.

"So that's it. My father and mother didn't recognize me, and they didn't recognize me."

"I'll sing a song for you. It's my new work, but it sounds nice. It's a pity that there are no flutes or pianos here."

Jian Ning's voice sounds very nice, as if she was about to penetrate the cracks in the ground and drifted to the capital.

It’s a pity that I often hear from the two people in front of me, that’s called playing the piano against a cow.

"Tell me how you died? Look at your expression, you should know who Jian Sanlang in the capital is now."

Jane Ning's voice came to an abrupt end.

He has now completely begun to doubt himself. In fact, it is really hard for him to sing?

Otherwise, why would the three princesses beat him to death after hearing this?

The three kings turned a deaf ear to him and asked him how he died?

The male ghost scratched his head, "I actually don't know how I died..."
Chapter completed!