The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Er Niu is very refined. He ate the fat chicken in the corner, but he didn't make a sound. The attractive smell of the fat chicken was also covered up by the moist earthy smell after the heavy rain.

After a fat chicken finished eating, Er Niu narrowed his eyes comfortably.

This is a happy dog. He almost choked on a few vegetarian buns in the morning.

Er Niu got up, shook the water droplets on his body, and his ears suddenly stood up.

Two people came from a distance, sneaking around at the gate of the courtyard.

"The courtyard door is locked, how can I get in?" asked the eighth aunt, who was wrapped in black cloth from beginning to end.

The eighth uncle was also wrapped in black cloth, only showing a face: "The courtyard wall is not high, I will support you to turn over."

"What about you?" Aunt Eight asked, grabbing the black cloth at the neckline.

"Stupid lady, won't you remove the bolt from the inside after you go in?"

The eight aunt suddenly said: "Yes, it is also convenient to scare the girl away."

Once Xie Qingyao sees a ghost, he will definitely scream loudly, and the maid and old lady who is resting will definitely get up to check. In that case, it will be too late to escape over the wall and it will be too conspicuous. Sneaking out of the courtyard door while the chaos is the best way to go Good choice.

Aunt Eight looked at the courtyard wall halfway above her head, and was a little nervous: "Old man, be careful, don't fall on me."

"There are so many words, hurry up." Eighth Uncle squatted down, folded his hands and stretched out.

In the dark place, Er Niu sat steadily, tilting his head to look at their actions.

Aunt Ba stepped on Uncle Ba's hand, climbed up the wall with Uncle Ba's strength, and carefully turned over.

Uncle Eight was leaning against the wall, and when he heard a slight landing from inside, he couldn't help showing a smile.

After a while, the courtyard door opened gently, and the eighth aunt stuck her head out and shouted in a low voice, "Old man, come in quickly."

"What are you shouting!" Eighth Uncle cursed and walked quickly to the courtyard gate.

Erniu tilted his head and watched Uncle Ba walk over, stood up and shook his hair, splashed the water droplets, followed silently, and when he got into the courtyard gate, he raised his front paws to close the false wooden door, He pushed the latch back with his mouth.

The big dog moved smoothly throughout the process, but he didn't make a sound, but the eighth uncle and eighth aunt, who were only looking at the yard, were unaware of the changes behind them.

The yard where Xie Qingyao lives is called Pillow Xiaju, and the yard is full of fragrant grass. An apricot tree has already produced green fruits, and many branches stick out from the wall.

The two looked at each other, and they were a little nervous when they looked at the cold and empty yard.

After a while, Uncle Eight pushed Aunt Eight: "What are you doing, don't pull the black cloth off your body!"

The eighth aunt tore off the black cloth and stuffed it into the eighth uncle's hand, revealing a pale and pale clothes, and then took something out of her arms and put it on her face.

Erniu's eyes widened, obviously surprised by the change in the eighth aunt.

At this moment, Aunt Eight is wearing a mask made of white paper. There are only two narrow gaps left for the eyes on the mask. Although it is simple, it is scary enough to see it in the middle of the night.

"Come on, go back to bed early, finish things early and go back to bed early."

Aunt Eight took a nervous breath, took two steps forward, stopped, turned around and asked, "Is it enough to stand at the window?"

In the end is the first time pretending to be a ghost, no experience.

"Knock on the window first!"

Aunt Eight hesitantly stretched out her hand.

Er Niu's eyes narrowed, his whole body vacated, and the eight aunt who had just stood outside the window fell to the ground.

The eighth aunt was guilty of being a thief, and before she came out of the ghostly shadow of the mourning hall, she was suddenly thrown by a black shadow and screamed involuntarily: "There is a ghost—"

The scream was high and piercing, and it was instantly heard far away.

Uncle Eight was also frightened and stunned for a moment. He froze in place and forgot to respond. It wasn't until several lights came on that he woke up like a dream and ran out.

He only had one thought: to escape from this place of right and wrong, no matter what, not to be caught!

Uncle Eight rushed to the front of the courtyard and pulled hard without looking at it.

The courtyard door remained motionless.

A trace of chill ran up from Uncle Eighth's tail vertebrae.

When he came in, he deliberately closed the courtyard door, how could he not be able to open it?

Think of the weirdness in the mourning hall,

Eighth Uncle's legs are weak: Is there really a ghost?

The mourning hall that suddenly darkened during the day, the sudden thunder and heavy rain, and the two women going crazy at the same time, these scenes flashed in Uncle Eight's mind like a revolving light.

It's impossible to say that he didn't have a single thought at the time, but he was just afraid of his wife's bad things, so he pretended to disapprove.

It's a long story, but it's only a moment.

Er Niu removed the claws that had stepped on Aunt Eight's face, tensed up and flew behind Uncle Eight, and bit his butt hard.

"Ow—" Uncle Eight let out a scream that was even higher than Aunt Eight.

This time, not only were there people in the courtyard, people in other courtyards who heard the sound were either carrying lanterns or sticks, and some impatient people rushed here without even bothering to put on their shoes.

The eighth uncle lay prone on the ground, not even knowing who was attacked by him, struggling hard.

Erniu turned his head and saw the person who was rushing out. He let go of his mouth and slipped into the banana bush at the base of the wall.

"Who?" The person who came here raised the lantern and shook it back and forth, and the originally cold and empty yard suddenly seemed like daylight.

The window was quietly pushed open, Jiang Si and Xie Qingyao stood side by side and looked out.

An exclamation came from the yard: "Ghost—"

It was a little maid who spoke out, her face was frightened and she pointed at the disheveled man on the ground, her legs were weak.

The woman on the ground was lying on her stomach, her face was white and she couldn't see her facial features, and the hand that was stretched out diagonally was as dry as wood, and there was no blood in the light.

This scene, if a person sees it, he will definitely be scared to death. Fortunately, there are many people now, except for a few screams, but there is no other disturbance.

Another exclamation came: "Hey, that seems to be the Eighth Master."

Jiang Si looked at it carefully and whispered to Xie Qingyao: "That woman has a mask on her face."

With anger flashing in Xie Qingyao's eyes, he turned around and walked out, standing on the stone steps outside the house and shouting, "Tie these two thieves who pretend to be ghosts!"

As soon as the eldest girl spoke, everyone immediately surrounded her.

Eight aunts slowed down, jumped up and ran out.

How brave people are, when they saw the "female ghost" running away, everyone was not afraid. Shake on the ground.

"It's Mrs. Eight!" The old woman who saw it recognized it at once.

Seeing that the maid and old woman surrounded the two of them, the eighth uncle hurriedly said, clutching his bleeding ass, "misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Xie Qingyao walked up to the two of them and said coldly, "Misunderstanding? The eight uncles and eight aunts will talk about the misunderstanding in front of the clan and my uncle later."

The eighth aunt panicked and cried, "Qingyao, we are a family, how can we bring outsiders in to watch jokes?"

Xie Qingyao sneered: "That's your joke, not mine. Come on, go and invite the prince, the elders of the clan, and the uncle to come over!"