Ming Dynasty Zhengde years, Xuchang had a scholar named Zheng Jian. Zheng Jian loved reading, although the family was down, but the home of the book could be a lot.

One day, Zheng Jian was studying at home when a woman suddenly appeared after Zheng Fitness. Zheng Jian did not notice at all and was still carefully reading his book. A wisp of green silk fell in front of Zheng Jian's eyes, and Zheng Jian looked up and saw a beautiful woman standing behind him, looking down at his book.

Seeing that Zheng Jian looked up and saw her, the woman hid behind the table in a panic. Zheng Jian was amused by the woman: "This girl, how did you get in?"

Seeing Zheng Jian talking to her, the woman revealed half of her head with doubts in her eyes. Only then did Zheng Jian notice the door that was blown open by the wind: "Girl, why did you visit the place late at night?"

The woman shook her head. Seeing this, Zheng Jian said, "Can't you speak?"

When the woman heard this, she immediately nodded. Seeing Zheng Jian walk over, she hastily retracted her head. Zheng Jian felt amused and said, "It's not good for a girl to be at a man's house late at night.

Zheng Jian did not care whether the woman understood or not, and sat back and continued to read the book. Seeing Zheng Jian reading again, the woman slowly approached Zheng Jian, lowered her head, and read with Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian didn't speak either. Since he liked to read, Zheng Jian pointed to the position next to him. The woman immediately understood, sat down, opened the book, and read with Zheng Jian.

The next day, Zheng Jian woke up in a daze, looking at the burning candles and the empty seat, an open book, and realized that it was not a dream last night. Zheng Jian felt a little lost for not asking the woman's name last night. It was a pity that he had finally missed seeing a like-minded woman like this.

In the evening, Zheng Jian didn't close the door, hoping that the woman would come back, Zheng Jian shook his head. Just after sitting down for a while, he felt someone standing behind him. Zheng Jian smiled and pointed to the seat next to him, and the woman quickly sat down.

Day by day, Zheng Jian did not ask why the woman always came late at night, nor did he ask about the woman's affairs. It was fine.

The woman spoke one day. For so many days, she had disturbed her husband. Her concubine was Ruyan Liu.

Zheng Jian looked at the woman and wanted to ask if you can't speak? But his heart told Zheng Jian that he shouldn't say this sentence: "Oh, Miss Liu, Xiaosheng Zheng Jian."

After that, the two smiled at each other and continued reading. Zheng Jian woke up again, and Liu Ruyan was gone. Zheng Jian decided to ask the reason next time and express his love.

At night, the woman came. Zheng Jian looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, and then he knew that the woman did not walk in from the door. Zheng Jian pointed at the woman and said, "What the hell are you?"

Seeing Zheng Jian's terrified eyes, the woman said, "I am the spirit in the book. You read day and night, so I was born. Thank you, Young Master."

Zheng Jian retreated again and again, and Liu Ruyan saw this and said, "Young Master, don't be afraid, I won't harm Young Master."

Zheng Jian screamed in horror, "I don't believe you. You are a monster. You come here late at night every day to seduce me.

Ruyan Liu smiled: "You and I have cause and effect, you have taught me a lot, but this thing has not taught me, and I will not appear again." After saying that, Ruyan Liu disappeared.

Zheng Jian gasped for breath, stood up, picked up a candle, and lit a book, but Zheng Jian was terrified and forgot one thing. The room was very dry, and as a result sparks floated everywhere, and the fire grew bigger and bigger, and soon burned to the bed. Zheng Jian wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

People exclaimed from outside, "It's water." Zheng Jian shouted for help, but the fire was too big. It stands to reason that the fire should be extinguished soon, but the fire was burning more and more, and everyone was helpless.

The fire went out, and everyone saw Zheng Jianhe, who was burned to death, with his books burned to pieces.