Qin Yuan swayed lazily in the rattan chair: "As for poetry, as long as the words can express the meaning, it's fine."
Murong Yanran felt that she could not win the argument with Qin Yuan, so she said to him with great interest: "Qin Yuan, can you tell me a story?"
"Why?" Qin Yuan asked.
Murong Yanran's lips curled up, with a playful look on her face: "I have already witnessed the poetic skills of the top scholar."
"I want to see how good the top scholar is at writing and telling stories."
"What? Are you not convinced?" Qin Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at her.
"Yes, I don't accept it!" Murong Yanran puffed out her chest.
Qin Yuan considered it carefully.
In order to avoid being harassed by fanatical fans, he urged for updates every day.
So, she lowered her voice and said to Murong Yanran, "Once upon a time, there was a court lady named Zhenzi..."
Murong Yanran immediately became interested, holding her delicate face, and listened attentively with an expectant look.
She has loved listening to stories since she was a child, no matter what kind of stories they are.
As soon as she heard Qin Yuan's story, she knew it was tailor-made for her, and Murong Yanran immediately put herself into the story.
Qin Yuan's voice was vague and gloomy as he continued, "The court lady Zhenzi was very beautiful. The other court ladies in the palace were very jealous of her. So one night, they scratched Zhenzi's face with a hairpin and pushed her into a dry well, where she died..."
Murong Yanran sat up straight, her face turned a little pale, and she no longer held her face with her hands.
"After Sadako died, her resentment was so strong that she turned into a fierce ghost. She died because she was beautiful, so she hated beautiful women very much. Every night at midnight, she would crawl out of the mirror, climb onto the beds of those beautiful women, and scratch their faces with a hairpin..."
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