秦淮月壹傍晚的天京,华灯初上。紧闭的四合院里,各房的仆人行色匆匆,似在紧锣密鼓地筹办什么事情。三姨太把玩着手上的水墨罗扇,漫不经心地往屋外瞧。老爷有一段时间没回来了,这小半年谁也没见过他。可今天晚上台阶被人重新扫过了,一尘不染,长廊上挂满了红色的小灯笼,一直延伸到西边最靠里的那个厢房里,那可是个上好的房间。谁都知道四姨太死后,这里就再也没有人住了。这次会是谁呢?“吱呀——”厢房的门被推开了,三姨太吓了一跳, Qinhuai one evening in Beijing, the Chinese lanterns early. In a closed courtyard, the servants in each room went on a hurry and seemed ready to do something in full swing. Three aunt too play with the hands of the ink Luo fan, carelessly look outside the house. The gentleman did not come back for some time, who had not seen him for six months. But today the stairs were swept over again, spotlessly, and the promenade covered with little red lanterns that stretched all the way to the west, which was a good room. Everyone knows four aunt too dead, no one lived here. Who is going to be this time? “Squeak - ” The door of the room was pushed open, and the three aunt were shocked.