Sternly: "Come down! Come down! You shrew!"
While hugging Mrs. Huang's waist tightly.
In the carriage, Mrs. Huang snatched it several times but did not get it back, and climbed it several times but did not get off. The carriage trembled and swayed in the struggle, and the snickering all around became louder.
"Madam Huang is so fierce..."
"Poor Master Huang's skinny bones..."
"I don't know if the joy in the boudoir every night is also in this posture..."
"Ms. Huang" in the carriage couldn't bear it any longer for that malicious yellow liar, and ruthlessly pinched the soft flesh on his waist.
Next, Ning Yi let out an "Ouch", and the voice came out of the carriage, in exchange for another understanding laugh from outside.
But at least she let go, Feng Zhiwei resentfully straightened her clothes, knowing that this guy did it on purpose, and even calculated her possible reaction.
"I've seen your aggressiveness this time." Ning Yi chuckled in his ear, "The first test has passed."
Feng Zhi rolled his eyes at him, and pushed him away unceremoniously.
The curtain was suddenly lifted again.
Feng Zhiwei pushed Ning Yi's hand away, immediately embraced Ning Yi's neck, and said delicately: "Husband, help me down."
Ning Yi coughed, thinking that the woman's tone was ecstasy, but the location was wrong.
The guard stayed at the door of the car again, looking at the lioness in the east of the river, which suddenly turned into Panzhihua, thinking that Mrs. Huang was born in a very powerful family, and it was true. Look at that old Huang, her face turned yellow.
Master Huang cleared his throat, raised his head, and solemnly helped his wife get out of the car, with weird eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Master Huang held his head high, but his old face was inevitably dry.
Mrs. Huang was calm and composed, imitating the style of a noble lady in the imperial capital, and was helped out of the car gracefully by her husband.
This pair of men and women who have never studied opera but have excellent acting skills stepped out of the carriage under the welcome of the housekeeper of Shuyu Villa. Master Huang looked at the tall gatehouse of the villa with his hands behind his back, and chanted loudly with a scholarly demeanor: "The courtyard rises from the valley, Shuyu Ripples under the jade. Whichever cloud is far away in the Danqiu, the image can be imagined. Isn’t it precious bells and tripods, and the heart is in Xiyi. Only when the Penglai Pavilion, the Lingfeng Comeback Instrument—a good name, a good name!”
Mrs. Huang looked at a pool of still water next to the gate tower of the villa and took a photo with her temples, and said with a satisfied smile: "This water is so clear, it makes me look beautiful."
"..."
Entering from the side entrance of the villa, strangely, no halls and pavilions can be seen. Behind the tall gatehouse is still a mountain wall, tangled with vines and vines, with deep jagged edges.
The housekeeper smiled happily, bowed to the two of them, and said: "Master Huang, Mrs. Huang, the entrance of the villa is quite special. Ordinary vehicles and horses cannot enter here again. Our villa has a rattan sedan chair for the convenience of visitors. Please transfer, both of you."
He clapped his palms, and someone carried two rattan sedan chairs covered with a gauze roof. They said they were sedan chairs, but they were carried by two people, and it was difficult for one person to sit on them and turn around.
And a few guards have already opened a vine, behind the vine is a neat and deep hole, the hole is built with marble and made into the shape of a moon cave door, but the inside is deep and shady, the nine-curved ileum is opaque, and it is far away. The wind of water vapor blows over, refreshing the face.
This is an ingenious design, but it needs to be built across the mountain, the second prince is so generous.
And more importantly, in this way, the two of them will be separated in the dimly lit place.
Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei looked at each other, and then they looked away in a flash.
Ning Yi helped Feng Zhiwei to the front of the sedan chair, seated her personally, lowered the light green gauze curtain on the roof of the sedan chair for her, and said with a smile, "This sedan chair is slippery, Madam, be careful, don't fall off."
"Master Huang and his wife are really loving." The housekeeper smiled, "Please rest assured, we will take good care of Madam."
At that moment, the next person sat on the top, and the two bearers slowly lifted up. The housekeeper and guards did not follow, but stood there smiling.
Seeing the two small sedan chairs sinking into the cave, a guard smiled and said, "Butler Jin, why bother to be so careful? There is obviously another way to go."
"What do you know?" The steward Jin sneered, "It's been a troubled time recently, and there are a lot of ghosts and ghosts. Your Highness said that anyone who participates in the banquet, as long as they are not from our mansion, will walk out of the magic hole. If there is no ghost in your heart, you will naturally get by. , and enjoy the scenery more, there are ghosts in my heart... "
He sneered, his voice suddenly turned ferocious.
"Tell him to come, but not to go!"
The small sedan chair is long, with deep winding holes.
This is the original cave in the mountain, and after artificial opening, it has become the welcoming road of today's villa. The top of the cave is hung with strange rocks, the water in the cave is gurgling, and the wet rock wall is dark blue under the light. The light is as cool as jade.
The lights are embedded in the cracks of the stones, at every corner, dimly illuminating the front and back of the road, and the reddish light drifts past, like a cloud of clouds.
After walking a few steps, Ning Yi's sedan chair in front of him could no longer be seen. The hole turned so sharply that Feng Zhiwei suspected that it was not a road at all.
"Is Madam cold?" A bearer suddenly asked her, and without waiting for her answer, he laughed, "I almost forgot, this cave is a bit cold and wet, and Zhuang Li specially prepared coir raincoats and thin cloaks for visitors. Wait for me to bring it for my wife."
Without waiting for Feng Zhiwei to express his opinion, the two put down the sedan chair.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Feng Zhiwei's lips, but he said anxiously: "Hey, two brothers, don't go, I'm not cold, I'm... so scared..."
The two bearers turned a blind eye and disappeared after turning a corner.
Feng Zhiwei's outstretched hand stopped in the air, and she slowly retracted it after a while. She looked around timidly, shrunk her shoulders, and tightened the cloak a little.
The light in front of him changed color at some point, a piece of miserable green, floating faintly.
In the eerie silence, a small pool of water under the light suddenly started bubbling, and the sound of gurgling water was empty and dull. In the thick smell of water all around, it reminded people of some strange things that were boiling .
Feng Zhiwei looked over there in horror, she pulled her cape tighter, her teeth gradually chattered.
The rattan sedan chair under her suddenly started to shake again, although there was no one around, the sedan chair began to sway back and forth, Feng Zhiwei exclaimed, ran out of the sedan chair, and leaned tightly against a cliff.