In the box.
Zhang Ling sat in the armchair, thinking about it. At this time, a waiter came over with a tray of food. Looking closely, he saw that he also had some skills. One arm was stretched out, and there were five plates on it, steaming hot, with delicious colors, aromas and flavors.
There are fish, meat, non-vegetarian and vegetarian dishes.
"Sir, we have a new bayberry wine. It's sweet and refreshing, and it helps with hangovers and fatigue. Would you like some?"
The waiter asked cheerfully.
Zhang Ling asked him to bring a jar of bayberry wine, which was just right for him to enjoy.
"Okay!"
After the waiter left, he closed the door gently. Soon, the sound of singing girls and high heels stepping on the floor could be heard outside the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
What caught my eye was a young woman of seventy or eight years old, dressed in red and green, with a long gauze skirt and an enchanting figure. She was holding a prototype screen fan in one hand to cover her face and a green willow teapot in the other. She was light and soft, and the sweet and fragrant incense scent filled the entire private room.
These enchanting women, dressed in thin clothes, walked in slowly, stood in a row, half-knelt and said leisurely: "Greetings, sir!"
But a woman closed the door and said, "Sisters, please serve us well!"
After that, they all sat down and placed the Cuiliu teapots in their hands on the table one by one. Their eyes were full of peach blossoms and their mouths were full of smiles, but they also looked directly at the young man in green clothes, and couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts: This young man is so handsome! To be able to receive such a guest, I would be willing to do it even if I don't charge money!
Zhang Ling understood immediately. The new tea was served. So this was what it meant!
One or two women tried to hug him, but Zhang Ling gently lifted them away with his folding fan. He took out a pile of silver ingots from his sleeve and placed them on the table, which immediately attracted everyone's attention and made them stare into stars.
"I'll ask you questions, and whoever answers well can take it!"
"Do you know the Mr. Wang who was in the box next to mine?"
Zhang Ling asked the first question, and someone immediately answered, "I know him!"
The young girl said, "A few days ago, I was chatting with Master Wang by candlelight at night, discussing the Four Books!"
"Did he do anything strange?" Zhang Ling asked.
"Strange behavior?" The young girl blushed in embarrassment after hearing this. Soon, all the young men in the private room covered their mouths and laughed, and started joking with each other.
Zhang Ling felt that what he had just said was somewhat ambiguous, so he asked again, "How has Mr. Wang been sleeping recently? Is he snoring?"
"There wasn't any snoring, but I do remember Master Wang always saying things like 'rose' and 'girly girl' when he was asleep."
Zhang Ling nodded and handed the silver ingot to the woman who answered the question: "Is Rose, or Gui Niang, the girl from your Red Mansion?"
The woman pondered for a moment and shook her head: "But I've never heard of a girl named Rose or Gui Niang!"
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In the private room of the Red Mansion, seven or eight beautiful young girls in light clothes and perfumed rouge sat together, but the one sitting in the main seat was a young man in blue.
It was already late at night, and time was passing by so quickly.
Zhang Ling pressed on, "Perhaps he stayed in this Red Mansion a few years ago and then left? Is that possible?"
At this time, another woman spoke up, "Sir, I entered the Red Mansion at the age of thirteen, right when it first opened. I'm twenty-three now, and in all those ten years, I've never heard of such a person!"
Zhang Ling handed over a silver ingot and said after a moment's hesitation, "Perhaps this rose is an old friend that Master Wang met some time ago!"
"Sir, that Mr. Wang comes here almost every day. Names like Rose and Gui Niang seem like they were only mentioned in the past few days."
After the woman finished speaking, another cute, petite girl next to her said, "Sir, I remember one night I heard Master Wang say that he had met Rose in a dream. I was very weak and tired at the time, so I thought Master Wang was joking and didn't take it seriously!"
Meeting in a dream?
Zhang Ling suddenly had an idea and felt that the secret of heaven was revealed. He immediately counted with his fingers and his mind moved slightly.
There is trouble!
Zhang Ling couldn't help but frown, which attracted the attention of the women. Someone asked considerately: What happened that made you so panicked?
The young man in green said nothing. He distributed the silver ingots on the table to everyone and said, "I'm a little tired. You can leave now!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they attracted surprised and puzzled looks from all around. They couldn't understand why this handsome and outstanding young man entered the Red Mansion and slept alone, without any interest in women. It was really strange!
Soon, these young women left unwillingly, looking back every few steps. However, two or three women turned back, wanting to return the silver ingots in their hands, just to have a long chat with Zhang Ling, talk by candlelight at night, and discuss the ideals of life and the mysteries of the world.
Zhang Ling laughed in silence and said, "I've been passing through here today and am exhausted. Let's do it another day! I'll stay here for the next few days."
This also sent away the two or three infatuated women, and the entire private room became quiet.
Seeing everyone leave, Zhang Ling closed the door, and then his mind disappeared into the clouds, overlooking the entire inner city. Following the aura of Master Wang from earlier, he finally locked onto the courtyard of a mansion of a wealthy family.
He sent his spiritual sense into the mansion and entered a deep room. He saw a man in his thirties sleeping with his eyes closed on a bed. It was none other than Mr. Wang who had appeared in the Red Mansion earlier.
I saw that the man was holding a hatchet in his hand, and his body was covered in blood. A medium-sized white dog was lying in a pool of blood, with knife wounds all over its body. It had no breath left, and its soul was inexplicably sucked away, but it did not escape into the underworld.
Looking at the whole picture, this "dog slaughter incident" should have happened not long ago.
He turned his mind and looked at Master Wang again. He saw wisps of black energy emanating from his body. If an ordinary person was standing nearby, they would definitely ignore him and would not be able to detect anything unusual.
Zhang Ling thought about it for a while and finally understood the strangeness of this matter. There were actually ghosts lurking in people's dreams and doing bad things!
No wonder he felt strange when he passed by the Red Mansion just now, but didn't find anything after entering. Now the truth is revealed and the whole story has been sorted out.
When Zhang Ling passed by the Red Mansion, Mr. Wang happened to have come into contact with a ghost in his dream, so he felt something strange. Later, when he entered the Red Mansion, Mr. Wang had already woken up from his dream and hurriedly left the Red Mansion and returned home. In this way, it was difficult to find out the root of the matter at the first time.
Seeing this situation before him, Zhang Ling hid his mind without hesitation and floated into Master Wang's dream.
He is not afraid of this rose, Gui Niang!
After all, those who use the art of marrying dreams to do these dirty things are basically weak ghosts with shallow Taoism, who dare not reveal their true forms in the world of the living.
If he really had that much ability, he wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.
But considering the mortals and the possibility that Mr. Wang might be frightened to death in his dream, he did not want to start a war and cause unnecessary innocent casualties.
Zhang Ling's mind slipped into the man's dream, and in a trance he came to a peach blossom forest, where he saw a pair of figures in the distance, a man and a woman cuddling each other.
The man was none other than Mr. Wang. At the moment, he was holding the woman in his arms, looking content and intoxicated.
The woman was ethereal, with a stunning appearance and a graceful figure. She looked like a fairy from heaven, stunningly beautiful.
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