"Oh, sister is going to suffer now." Yunhe thought to himself, Gao Yue didn't know what he was talking about! Go back to Yuetang tonight and you'll know.

At night, in the boudoir surrounded by the winding corridor of Changlepo Yuetang, Yun Shao, Yun and his two sisters struggled to carry Gao Yue's scroll. The scroll was made of jujube wood and was extremely heavy. Hey, he was carried from the outer hall to the desk of the green gauze cabinet in the boudoir. The scroll was placed on it and hit the desk, with a dull gurgle sound.

Yun Shao then felt a sweat in his light shirt. He sat on the edge of the couch, holding a ball-shaped fan, gasping slightly, and slapping with Yun He for a long time before he recovered.

Then the two sisters surrounded her, with curiosity on her eyes, looking at Gao Yuexingzi on the table on the couch.

"I read that next year, I'm afraid that the literary market will fail again - there are so many lines in the capital, how can there be such a 'giant compilation' like him? Those who are really talented are precious but not too much. A thin line of lines can be appreciated by the main staff. Why do you need to be as long as he writes?" Cui Yunhe was obviously inferior to Gao Yue.

"Oh, I don't have to say that. Gao Langjun came to throw the article to you and me, and he also wanted to throw a stone to ask for directions."

"Sister, this senior year is you, not me - I don't have the good temper of you. I don't like you, like Weizhou senior year." Yunhe replied angrily, "But the Zheng Langjun from Ci'en Temple today is also very strange. He only followed the senior year, and seemed to not take the ladies in the capital seriously at all. What magic does this senior year have?"

Hearing this, Yun Shao smiled, then raised the candlestick and said that he should not comment on Gao Langjun behind his back. We should take a look at his story.

Yun He quit, then untied the tie on the scroll, brushed the sound, and rolled the file on the table and dragged it straight onto the couch.

When the two sisters looked at the side of the ink edge, there were three big characters written on it, "Biography of the Orphan Girl".

"The Legend of the Orphan?" Yun Shao and Yun He looked at each other in surprise, and involuntarily reported the name of Gao Wenxing Book, looking at each other.

"Is it possible that this senior high school senior does not write poems, but sketches?" Yunhe frowned.

The sketches mentioned by the Tang people are very simple, which are what later generations call "legends".

Previously, Xue Yaoying suggested to Gao Yue that the high-ranking officials and nobles in Chang'an are already tired of others using poetry and essays, so you might as well find another way. After thinking about it, Gao Yue couldn't help but think of "small legends" - in the late Tang Dynasty, many literati began to use legends to write volumes, and poetry declined, legends, and essays flourished, in order to gain the appreciation of the chief officials and the powerful. Gao Yue was just at the forefront of the times, but Gao Yue believed that simple Tang legends were still somewhat in scale, and in order to attract readers, he had to improve them.

After a brief passage, Yun Shao saw Gao Yue's line strictly following the requirements - each page has sixteen lines of black silk strips, each line has a maximum of eleven characters, and is written in small regular script, and it is neat and neat. It can't help but feel more affection for Gao Yue. It can't help but appear in my mind. Gao Yue was wearing a white shirt, his eyes were like torches, his eyebrows were frowning slightly, and he sat upright under the candlelight, and he held his pen and created his mind carefully. Girls like the boys working seriously.

At this moment, Gao Yue, who was continuing to write a book in the five rooms of Beiqu, couldn't help but sneeze a little, then slurped twice, rubbed his feet, then leaned under his nose and sniffed it, refreshed his mind, and then wrote...

"My grandmother, Gao Langjun wrote a biography of the orphanage. What would it be?" Although Yun Shao had not read it, his curiosity had long been ignited.

"Sister Ni, the pen of these scholars is a woman who is either the prime minister or the daughter of the Shangshu, or the beauty prostitutes in the market. They don't know what it is good to look at Chinese scholars. They just don't even have enough eyes to recommend themselves to the pillows and mats. They have lost their moral integrity. The elopement and the raising of the Han people have lost their original family style. Can these senior high school be written without vulgarity?" Yun He lay on the desk, serious.

"But... the girl, Gao Langjun wrote about it as an orphan. His surname was Ai Jian. After Ai, Tianshui lost his father and mother since childhood. He was a young orphan." Yun Shao looked at it and said.

Yunhe was speechless, so he started reading with his sister in the bright candlelight.

"Oh, Ai Jian is so miserable. He has been fostered in his uncle and aunt's house since he was a child, and he has been rolling his eyes." As he looked at it, the two sisters couldn't help but sigh and couldn't help but continue to look around the desk.

When I saw Ai Jian angrily left his uncle's house and went to the Being Field House run by Longhuani Temple in Shengdaofang (Being Field House is an organization of relief center led by the Buddhist temple in ancient Tang Dynasty. Being Field is one of the three fields of the Buddhist temple, and the other two fields are Three Treasures and Respect fields, and the Being Field is a Buddhist temple specially used to help the poor and sick, so it is called the Poor and Sick Field). After all the hard work in Being Field House, I learned the exquisite Nu Hong, and finally entered the palace and became a female official in the "Shanggong Bureau" (responsible for female workers), one of the Six Shang Bureaus.

"Oh, Ai Jian has a good home." The two sisters shook the fan and commented at this time.

"Although this little lady Ai is lonely and lonely, it makes people feel sad, but she respects and loves herself in difficulties, and is still a famous woman." Yun Shao put his hands together and admired Ai Jian in the scroll.

I read more than half of it without realizing it, but I still didn't feel satisfied because they were very concerned about what Ai Jian would do after entering the palace.

"Ah, sister, sister, look! Miss Ai Jian met King Luo." At this time, Cui Yunhe continued to look down and couldn't help but shout.

King Luo was the eleventh son of the pilgrimage master in the book "Biographies of Orphanage". He was handsome and handsome. When he entered the palace to attend the court, he saw Ai Jian's female worker very well and was quiet and polite, so he asked him for him and hired him as his beloved daughter nanny. King Luo was nearly forty years old and had only one daughter under his knees, but he never saw his wife's whereabouts, which made Ai Jian very confused.

Finally one night, in the Luo King’s mansion, when the wind and rain were storm, Ai Jian suddenly heard the sound of a fierce ghost howling from the building!

"Ah!" The two sisters were so scared that they were lost and hurriedly pushed open the scroll.

"Damn it, damn it, Weizhou senior high school." Yunhe shivered, hugged her knees, and her teeth kept fighting on early summer nights.

But the sisters couldn't wait to know what the evil ghost in the building was. Could it be that King Luo had an ulterior motive secret? Is the evil ghost the wife of King Luo who was killed and turned into an unjust soul? If Ai Jian knew, what would King Luo do with her? All kinds of unknown doubts and suspense cruelly hang the appetites of Yun Shao and Yun He, so they looked at each other and mustered up the courage, "Sister, come and flip."

"Okay, okay, my mother, if you can't see the end, you will probably be unable to fall asleep tonight."

Yun Shao closed his eyes and quickly turned over the page.

Yunhe hurriedly raised the candle and came over to see it.

The text at the end of the page made them gasp.

There are only two large ink characters left above:

"to be continued"
Chapter completed!