Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Di Gong hurriedly stepped forward to help Yulan, and asked in surprise: "Miss is injured?" Yulan was at a loss, staring at Di Gong in a daze. "Little Phoenix, she...she...she is dead." Yulan's voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it. "There was a big gash in the neck, and I got a hand full of blood!" Di Gong hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Ah, the dancer girl had some accidents, come on, come on, Miss Yulan will take a rest outside the painting hall first, let's go and help her." When Luo Yingyuan rushed out of the painting hall in a hurry, Di Gong whispered to him: "Little Phoenix was killed!"

Luo Yingyuan hurriedly ordered Master Gao: "Pass down my order, and send guards inside and outside the yamen, and no one is allowed to be released without an order. Now you help Miss Yulan to rest in the ear room of the outer hall, and no one is allowed to go. Startle her." Luo Yingyuan led Mr. Di to rush along a narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor was the East Wing of the painting hall—the place where Little Phoenix puts her makeup on.Di Gong opened the door and saw that there was no one in the room, and the bright light shone on the body of Little Phoenix lying on his back.She hadn't put on her dance dress yet, her arms were outstretched, and her frightened eyes were lifted up to stare blankly at the ceiling.The slender neck and thin bipeds were covered with blood.Her pointed mouth and cheeks, long pointed nose and two rows of small and sharp teeth crossed up and down can easily remind people of the face of a fox.

Luo Yingyuan said suddenly: "Brother Nian, look at those blood-stained scissors, they must be the murder weapon." As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the scissors. Di Gongdao: "Little Phoenix must have been killed when she was about to put on the dance skirt. You see, she was still wearing underwear, and the dance skirt and socks were all piled up on the table." Di Gong picked up Song Xiucai's "Jade Flute Book" from the table, and put it gently into his sleeve.At this time, his gaze fell on a small door, and he asked Luo Yingyuan, "Where does this small door lead to?"

"Behind the big curtain leading to the painting hall." Digong nodded. Di Gong went back to the painting hall and sat down again, and said: "Little Phoenix was accidentally punctured by a pair of scissors that fell from the table, and Miss Yulan panicked when she saw the blood, and now she has been bandaged and is resting. VIPs don't mind, if you can't watch the dance, just drink as usual." "Fortunately, I didn't hurt Miss Yulan. I'm not disappointed that I can't see "Black Fox Song". Our gathering today is mainly to discuss poetry and Taoism, not just to watch women dancing gracefully." Shao Fanwen said.

Zhang Lanbo said: "I felt something ominous early on. Fortunately, I just stabbed my foot, and lost a little bit of elegance. Most of it was caused by the carelessness of the little phoenix—if the fox fairy got angry, I'm afraid it didn't hurt the foot It's a trivial matter!" "Oh, Master Ruyi, I heard that your poems are getting shorter and shorter, so I hope you don't hesitate to write a few lines on the white painting that Magistrate Luo brought just now, to remember the success of tonight."—— Shao Fanwen changed the topic to poetry making. Master Ruyi put down the wine cup in his hand.

"I didn't drink enough wine today, and I can't get excited about writing big characters. You might as well get a piece of paper with me, and I will immediately present a poem to the host, Master Luo." Shao Fanwen laughed and said: "Master Ruyi has also drank a lot of wine, his legs are only trembling, how can he write big characters: I heard that the more you drink, the more you practice your calligraphy, and the master is drinking. The more you drink, the smaller the characters become. Haha! Come on, call the maid to fetch paper, ink, brush and inkstone!" The maid waiting on the side took orders and hurriedly brought pens, inks, papers and inkstones.Di Gong spread a piece of fine-grained rice paper five feet long and two feet wide on the table, rubbed ink and waited on it.Master Ruyi smiled, filled his ink and pen, and immediately wrote two lines of cursive script, just like the whip flickering.When Di Gong saw that the handwriting was coiled with dragons and snakes, and his spirit was flying, Shao Fanwen blurted out:

come and go, come and go, The heart lamp is on and off, and the sky lamp is on. ——Ruyi Weng Drunken Pen Di Gong was surprised in his heart, and he said hesitantly.He ordered the maid to unmask the note and hang it in the center of the painting hall in the future.He vaguely felt that these two lines of poems were not without the meaning of condolences to little Phoenix, but also the meaning of the recovery of the Skynet, which was sparse but not missing. At this time, Master Gao came to report: Miss Yulan had a severe headache and could not attend the banquet.Master Luo sent a message that he could not accompany the VIPs to drink to the brim, but hoped that the VIPs would make up for tonight's accident at Cuiyu Cliff tomorrow.

Master Ruyi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, picked up his cassock and went back to the fox temple.Shao Fanwen and Zhang Lanbo knew that they were not interesting, so they also stood up and said goodbye in embarrassment.Di Gong and Gao Fang didn't want to stay, but ordered to play music to see off the guests. Di Gong bid farewell to Shao and Zhang, and ordered to serve and follow.Then he and Gao Fang returned to the East Wing of the painting hall.Luo Yingyuan slumped on the chair, his round face elongated, staring at Di Gong with dull eyes, and said in despair: "Brother Nian, I'm done! God has done evil, I can't live. It's all over, this damn Si Tiantai's imperial calendar! "