It started raining in the middle of the night.

The continuous autumn rain caused the temperature in Chang'an to drop a lot.

Wuhou and Fangding who were patrolling the night in the Lifang were too lazy to go out again, and they hurried in the Wuhou shop, chatting leisurely.

The strange riot has passed several months.

The fear that was originally gradually disappeared, but it was replaced by endless topics of conversation.

The former residence of the Yuan Concubine in Prince's Alley is even more cold and lonely on a rainy night.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in the room on the second floor of the Zhongtang.

Immediately afterwards, the lights on the entire second floor were lit up, and the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came, accompanied by a beautiful singing voice.

The song echoed over the empty courtyard.

Accompanying the sound of rain, this lonely autumn night makes the cooler one even more cool.

A black shadow appeared outside the ghost house.

Su Dawei wore a straw raincoat and a hat on his head, and jumped into the high wall.

"The white rabbit is walking around and looking around. It is not as good as the new, and people are not as good as the old."

This is a poem originated from the Han Dynasty, called the song of resentment.

The author has nowhere to be studied, but it has been sung among the people.

The singing is sad and sad.

It was like a wife leaning against the door and waiting for her husband to return, expressing her inner resentment.

She was telling her husband that clothes are not as good as new as new and people are not as good as old as before. No matter what, she will be here, waiting for the return of her beloved.

The singing seemed to have a magical power, which made people feel sad.

Su Dawei frowned and walked towards the central hall.

"Dust returns to dust, the earth returns to earth, and the good man has passed away, why not go back?"

He talked to himself, and had already stepped onto the gate steps of the middle hall.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out, followed by the black smoke, turning into a skeleton, and rushed out of the room.

"Go away, or you will die."

"Why, why did he treat me like this?"

"I have never hated him and have been waiting here, why does he refuse to come back."

A shrill scream came from the black smoke.

Su Dawei was not afraid, and he pinched his hands and silently recited in his heart: "Let's!"

In the world, the vast primordial qi that is everywhere suddenly gathers towards him.

He raised his hand, dragged a ball of lightning the size of a fist in his palm, and saw the silver snake running around, making a crackling sound.

"The Great Sui Dynasty has become a thing of the past, but now it is the world of the Tang Dynasty.

You live here and pretend to be a ghost. If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

The rolling black smoke suddenly stopped at the door.

It seemed to be hesitating, and suddenly let out a shrill cry, "Crown Prince, I will never leave here. You said you will come back."

The black smoke suddenly surged, drowning Su Dawei's body.

Then the lightning flashed and the silver snake flew in the black smoke.

After a moment, the black smoke dissipated and Su Dawei's figure was revealed again.

Leaving?

He had an intuition that the strangeness had not left, but he didn't know where to hide.

His arm was flapped and the shield appeared on his arm. Su Dawei stepped into the middle hall, but saw the dark room, silent.

He followed the stairs on the side of the central hall and went up the second floor.

The upstairs are covered with dust.

Logically speaking, I haven't lived in such a long time, and the house should have been covered with spider webs.

However, there was nothing else in the house except dust.

In a room, there is a guqin.

There are still words hanging on the wall.

Su Dawei's eyes flashed, and in an instant, the room was as bright as daylight.

He walked to the wall and looked at the words on the wall. They were love poems, and the contents of them all expressed the longing for the prince.

Some of the characters are broken and cannot see clearly.

Su Dawei walked around the wall, and after reading the love poem above, he could only sigh softly.

He knew a little about the story of Yang Yong, the prince hidden in the previous dynasty. It is said that when Yang Yong was the prince, Concubine Yuan was the princess. The two were very affectionate at the beginning, until one day, when Yang Yong met Concubine Yun, he gradually neglected Concubine Yuan.

This Yuanfei is a weak-hearted person, but she is also very infatuated.

She recites Yang Yong every day, but she doesn't know that the two people in her heart, holding a beauty, have already left her behind. The Yuan Concubine is also a talented woman. While waiting hard, she wrote many love poems in hope that the prince can change his mind.

Unfortunately, until she died, Yang Yong never looked back.

However, this scumbag Yang Yong doesn't seem to have any good endings.

He was eventually replaced by his younger brother, Yang Guang, the tyrant who conquered Goguryeo and dug the Grand Canal...

Of course, in Su Dawei's opinion, whether Yang Guang is stupid or not is another matter.

The success of the king will defeat the enemy, and history will always be written by those who win.

Su Dawei did not want to evaluate Yang Guang's merits and demerits. In fact, in his opinion, the merits and demerits of the tyrant monarch for all ages are far from what he can evaluate. However, Yang Yong is a scumbag and there seems to be no doubt. However, many people in later generations beautify it, but they can never hide the essence of his scumbag. It's a pity that this Yuanfei, who is outstanding in talent but does not even leave his name.

Stop before a calligraphy and painting.

In the painting, a woman stands tall and graceful by the pool, and a fiery red koi in the pool is jumping out of the water.

"Let's go, get out of here.

He is dead and she is gone, so why do you keep waiting here?"

Su Dawei said, reaching out to stroke the picture.

"The house lives for the living, not for the dead.

No matter how miserable or sad she is, she is no longer there.

I will come to clean the place tomorrow. If you are smart, leave quickly, otherwise I won’t blame me for being ruthless.”

After saying that, Su Dawei put away his shield and turned around and left along the stairs.

He walked out of the central hall, looked at the drizzling autumn rain, and suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Since ancient times, scumbags have many beautiful women, so they have kept the losers as spare tires.

This was the case before, and it was the case later.”

His body suddenly disappeared on the steps, turning into a stream of light, disappearing into the vast night.

On the second floor, the candlelight lit up again.

The sound of silk and bamboo is faint and the singing is sad, and it is endless in the sky above the courtyard.

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When Su Dawei returned home, it was nearly four days since the beginning of the year.

Still, he did not disturb Miss Liu, so he sneaked back to the bedroom.

It's quite complete today.

The black cat was napping at the end of the bed, and Nie Su curled up on the bed.

Heizaburo was lying beside the bed, and a white ape was squatting on the window, staring at him with his eyes open.

Su Dawei smiled.

This world is not harsh to him.

Even though he didn't have a father before, he still felt happy.

Because in this world, he had already had a lot of concern.

And these concerns are the driving force that makes him move forward. With them, it is enough for Su Dawei...

He walked to the bed and covered Nie Su with a quilt.

The black cat opened his eyes and yelled softly at him.

Su Dawei quickly put his fingers on his lips and signaled it not to make a sound.

The black cat got up and walked over, curled up in a ball beside Nie Su's pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.

Su Dawei sat cross-legged at the end of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the window, the sound of drums came faintly.

It was already four times, and the Chang'an city gate was slowly opening.

Light rain, drizzle.

Su Dawei glanced at Nie Su who was sleeping soundly, then closed his eyes, pinched his hand gestures, and let out a soft moan.
Chapter completed!