Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Meng Zixuan pretended to forgive Dong Jinling, which made Dong Jinling very happy. Over time, the relationship between the two became close again. In order to make Dong Jinling believe that he was sincere to Dong Jinling, Meng Zixuan did not take any immediate action and waited quietly. It took half a year before the right time came. Dong Jinling finally got what he wanted, so naturally he did not doubt that there was fraud in it, and put his whole heart into preparing for his wedding to Meng Zixuan. As for Mr. Dong, he didn't say anything. After all, women are not admitted to university, and Dong Jinling also likes whoever he likes. What Mr. Dong can't control, and besides, Meng Zixuan is a good candidate in Mr. Dong's eyes, otherwise, he would not have rashly married Dong Yunying to Meng Zixuan before. Seeing that the wedding was getting closer, Dong Jinling was very busy. He looked at the fabric sent by the silk and satin shop and expressed his appreciation: "This piece of fabric is good. It should be very beautiful to make a dress."

"Miss, it's a happy time now, everything is good." Ping'er was also happy for Dong Jinling on the side.

Dong Jinling looked back at Ping'er and said with a smile: "Girl, when did you learn to flatter me?"

"That's right. Since Miss Meng got together, her whole person has changed. It's not like before..." Ping'er didn't expect that she would mention such disappointing words at this time, so she didn't say the rest. I'm afraid Dong Jinling will be unhappy if he comes out from behind.

Dong Jinling was so focused on the marriage that she didn't notice that Ping'er said the wrong thing and said with a smile: "Ping'er, can you help me see which piece of fabric is best?"

"Miss, these pieces of fabric are all good, not as good as Miss..." Ping'er was glad that Dong Jinling didn't notice what she just said.

Dong Jinling was in a good mood. After picking some pieces of fabric, he asked Ping'er to make clothes. Recently, Mr. Dong became very happy because of the marriage between Dong Jinling and Meng Zixuan. Meng Zixuan's character was not in Mr. Dong's eyes. It had to be chosen, and the business that Mr. Dong had funded Meng Zixuan had also improved. It was a double happiness. Mr. Dong could not have wished for his daughter to marry such a husband. Just as Mr. Dong was choosing the dowry for his daughter, Dong Jinling walked in and shouted with a smile: "Dad."

"The Golden Bell is here?" Mr. Dong had a smile on his face.

Dong Jinling bowed and said with a smile, "My daughter came here specifically to pay her respects to her father."

"Hey, you're just in time, come and see, which one do you like?" Mr. Dong had so many things on his list that he was so confused at the time that he didn't know what to choose for his daughter.

Dong Jinling didn't care about the dowry, so he said casually: "Dad is the one who decides."

"Okay, choose them all." Mr. Dong smiled and checked everything on the gift.

Dong Jinling smiled and walked to Master Dong and said softly: "Dad, I heard from the maid recently that you are not in good health, so my daughter is really worried."

"Silly girl, dad is very good." Mr. Dong replied with a smile, but there was a trace of panic on his face that he didn't want others to know. Although Dong Jinling's marriage is a good thing, I don't know why, but he has been dreaming about it in the middle of the night. I will wake up from the dream. In the dream, someone is vaguely calling me "uncle". The voice is very similar to the dead Dong Yunying. Since I haven't seen the person's face, Mr. Dong is not sure. It's just that the dream is too nihilistic and there is no trace of it for a moment. The method can be explained clearly, but he only remembered the voice in the dream and said to himself, never marry Dong Jinling to Meng Zixuan. Thinking of this, Mr. Dong was in a trance for a while. Seeing his father like this, Dong Jinling thought that Mr. Dong was in poor health, so he asked with concern: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Mr. Dong naturally didn't want to let Dong Jinling know some inexplicable things on the eve of her wedding. He didn't want to affect his daughter's mood, so he couldn't tell Dong Jinling seriously about his dream.

Seeing that his father was fine, Dong Jinling was worried about Meng Zixuan, so he asked: "Dad, Zixuan has been working hard recently, and my daughter ordered the kitchen to cook some soup, so I want to send it to Zixuan. What do you think, Dad?" Dong Jinling asked? Looking at Mr. Dong in a sexual manner, Mr. Dong listened and shook his head with a smile: "No, the girl ran to her husband's house on the eve of the wedding. If you are really worried about Mr. Meng, just send Ping'er."

"Okay, let dad decide." Dong Jinling's face flushed when the marriage was mentioned, and he couldn't say anything else. After leaving Master Dong's room, Dong Jinling ordered Ping'er to fill the boiled soup. , personally watched the bottle being sent out the door.

Let's talk about Ping'er walking down the street with hot soup and feeling happy. Dong Jinling has been in a good mood recently and has been a lot more polite to his servants. As a maid, of course, what she wants is that her master is happy and she can live a more comfortable life. Carrying the basket, Ping'er passed through the street and came to the door of Meng's house, about to knock on the door and enter. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, dust flew up, and rolled up the leaves on the ground, making people unable to open their eyes. Ping'er subconsciously used his sleeves to block the wind and sand, and thought to himself: "Where is the wind coming from?" Ping'er's memory showed that winds like this rarely occurred in Tingzhou during this season. It was precisely because of this thought that Ping'er felt a chill on her back, and a chill surged into her heart. When the wind and sand passed, Ping'er took a closer look. There were no other strange images, so I felt relieved. At this moment, the real strange scene happened... Just when Ping'er knocked on the door with his hand, Meng's house door creaked loudly and he opened it. For some reason, there was dust on the door. When Ping'er walked in hesitantly, there was a bang on the door, and he closed it tightly, shutting Ping'er inside Meng's house... Ping'er was so frightened that she screamed, but no one answered, and the house was empty. It was impossible to happen. Ping'er didn't believe her eyes, because during these days, Meng's house was no longer the original Meng's house. After renovation, Meng's house looked very grand. Although there were not many servants in the house, it was quite impressive. There are also several servants waiting at all times, how could there be no one? At the moment when Ping'er panicked, the image in the house changed, as if time had gone backwards. Everything in the house changed from new to old, and returned to its dusty appearance before. Everything in front of him was frightening. Got the bottle

, the basket fell to the ground.

"No...no..." Ping'er looked around, her legs were so frightened that her legs became weak, and she shouted, "Come here, is there anyone?"

But she shouted until her throat broke, and no one paid attention to her. After a long time, the image in front of her did not change. When Ping'er gradually couldn't scream, a man in white slowly walked from the flower hall. The woman, with her long hair covering her face and her feet off the ground, came to Ping'er and softly shouted: "Ping'er... Ping'er..."

"You...who are you..." Ping'er cried, looking at the woman in front of her. She knew that the woman in front of her was definitely not a person. If it were a person, how could her feet be in the air? At this time, Ping'er was so scared that she was shaking. Goosebumps, I want to run, but my feet can't move.

The woman in white floated in front of Ping'er and asked faintly: "Don't you know me? Ping'er..." When Ping'er heard the voice, she seemed familiar... She was thinking about it, which made her even more frightened. Wasn't this voice already familiar? The dead Dong Yunying?

"Second...Second Miss..." Ping'er's voice was trembling, her legs were numb, and Dong Yunying's voice and smile before her death came to Ping'er's mind again.

The woman in white sighed: "Good Ping'er, thank you for knowing me. I thought you had forgotten me..."

"How could it be possible...Second Miss...Ping'er will never forget you..." Ping'er said and was about to cry.

"Haoping'er, don't be afraid. Listen to me. Go home and tell your lady not to marry Mr. Meng..."

"I...I...I...promise you..." Ping'er simply didn't know how to refuse. She was good at rejecting people, but Ping'er didn't have the courage to refuse a ghost. Seeing Ping'er agree, the female ghost drifted away from the house like the wind. , in an instant, the house returned to normal, as if it had been newly renovated. Ping'er looked at the surrounding scene and was frightened. After finally waking up, she found that the soup Dong Jinling asked her to deliver was spilled. Ping'er Afraid of being scolded, I quickly cleaned up. At this moment, a figure walked over.

"Ah...I promise you...I promise you..." Ping'er felt someone pat her shoulder and was so frightened that she covered her ears and shouted.

Meng Zixuan looked at Ping'er and laughed, wondering what this girl was doing. "Ping'er, what's wrong with you?"

"..." Ping'er heard the voice, looked back, and almost cried when she found out it was Meng Zixuan. She didn't dare to tell Meng Zixuan that she had met Dong Yunying's ghost, so she sobbed and replied: "I brought Miss The soup for Mr. Meng was spilled..."

"If you spill it, spill it. Don't cry. I won't tell Jin Ling." Meng Zixuan laughed and thought something happened to Ping'er, so he stopped taking it to heart and told Ping'er After a few words, he went back to the house to get busy.

Ping'er carried the basket and returned to Dong's Mansion from Meng's house. She could only say that the soup was given to Meng Zixuan. After thinking about it for a long time, she was not sure about telling Dong Jinling. If night had not come, Ping'er was afraid that Dong Yunying's ghost would be found again. She wouldn't say anything about herself. After hearing what happened to Ping'er, Dong Jinling spat: "You damn girl, you must have spilled the soup I gave Mr. Meng, so you made up lies to bluff me."

"No, miss, even if Ping'er had a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to lie to you. I really saw the second lady, and she asked me to tell you not to marry Mr. Meng." Ping'er almost cried. When she came out, she was scared when she thought about what happened during the day.

Dong Jinling glanced at Ping'er and felt that Ping'er seemed a little scared, so she asked softly: "You said you saw sister Yunying, then let me ask you, what does she look like?"

"Appearance..." Ping'er really didn't want to recall the situation during the day, but Dong Jinling asked, so she had to answer, so she told Dong Jinling what she had seen about Dong Yunying's appearance. "The second young lady is wearing white clothes... her feet are off the ground... and... her hair is covering her face..."