Episode 16: Even if there are thousands of sorrows, who to talk to 4

Si Si has been asleep for many days and has not woken up, which is more serious than being accidentally injured by "Hundred Ghosts Night Travel" that day.

"Is there no way to wake her up?" Han Ruqi stretched out his head by the bed and couldn't open his eyebrows.

"If she sleeps like this, even the soul spell can't keep her." Wei Tanyi has tried his best. He thought that he had only learned to collect spirits since he was a child. It was really beyond his ability to keep a soul that was gradually collapsing.

Han Ruxu can't see it, but he can see that even under the soul spell, the spirit body of quenching is gradually dispersing. This is a more thorough process of death than death, and no spell can be retained. Wei Tanyi's fist on her knees clenched her bones white: "I promised her to do it for her. How can I just look at her and can't close her eyes because of me?"

"What did you promise her?"

"It's useless to say anything now."

"It may still be useful?" Han Ruxu touched her jaw and said, "It's a desperate life. Maybe the person she is looking for is nearby."

Wei Tanyi suddenly looked back at him: "How do you know she is looking for someone?"

Han Ruxu was stunned when asked: "Isn't it looking for someone? The sweetheart she talked about last time, in addition to this, what else can make people wander and refuse to be reincarnated?

reincarnation? Wei Tanyi laughed. If there is an afterlife, why bother with this life? Yes, that person..." Suddenly, I remembered something. A gust of wind rushed to the cabinet at the other end of the room, opened the drawer and looked up and down to find something.

"What are you looking for?" It's hard to find a way to save your life.

Wei Tanyi just buried his head and turned over. After all the drawers were in a mess, he finally turned out what he wanted.

A letter from the master...

The letter paper has already been stained with blood, because it is rare to see spiritual blood. Although he felt sorry, he still secretly put it away, but he didn't know that the secret was here. Now when I look at it, the title in the lower left corner is still clear, and the name I am most familiar with, Ji Yufu.

"Is it..."

Han Ruqi looked at him holding a blood-stained letterhead in his hand, and the second monk asked confusedly, "What do you think or find?"

I shouldn't have mentioned the past to him again, but now, even if I write back now, I'm afraid it's too late.

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"Hmm?" Han Ruqi turned his head suspiciously.

I don't know why, recently I always inexplicably feel that someone is following me behind me. When I think about it, I don't seem to have done anything to be secretly poisoned. Recently, the capital has been at peace, and it is impossible for me to offend anyone.

It's really strange that a four-grade military officer is actually afraid of walking at night.

There was only his footsteps on the empty street, and only the faint white light from the lantern in his hand. Walking on the way back home from Yuezhai, there was a hazy illusion of returning to reality from the incredible world.

In the capital, guarded by the imperial guards, including myself, and the imperial army, there are countless dangerous factors that they can't do anything about. The ubiquitous ghosts are hidden. Even if they can't be seen now, they can't forget the vast night walk of ghosts in the reflection of the capital.

Have you unconsciously stepped into some kind of danger?

While thinking about it, a sudden cold wind blew behind him. On this midsummer night, the touch was particularly clear. Han Ruxu subconsciously turned around and was sprinkled with a handful of powder on his face. Suddenly, his whole body collapsed weakly.

"Well, what a capable person he is, that's all."

The consciousness is still clear, so it is certain that the speaker must have met him. But who is that?

***

"Pep Shaoyin! Stop!" The woman in red shouted sternly at the scholar in blue who was walking not far in front of her.

The scholar turned around and smiled with a neat smile: "Master Gu Sangong, what's the matter with looking for students again?"

Gu Pingluan raised his eyebrows and glared at him angrily: "Have you taken away the wooden bottle in the palace master's room?"

The sound of the book was curious: "Why did I take it?"

"Who else will do such a thing except you!"

"It's strange. There are more than a hundred people in Fuqin Palace. Why did the owner of Gu Sangong decide that the student would do this thing of stealing chickens and dogs?" The scholar blew the wind to his chest and lifted it behind him, and his expression was really innocent when he spoke.

Gu Pingluan stopped talking and anly grabbed the smiling man's skirt in front of him anly: "Don't ask me the reason. You can't know the reason!" I warn you, put the bottle back in place quickly. If you annoy the palace owner, you won't have good fruit to eat!"

Hearing her words, the scholar smiled instead, regardless of her tearing up her clothes. He smiled and asked, "What can students do if they don't have good fruit to eat?" It seems that the owner of Gu Sangong won't lose anything, will he? The woman didn't have time to answer, and he said, "Like the palace master, does it seem that he still has the strength to choose fruit for the students to eat?"

"After all, that's the only one..." Gu Pingluan couldn't help but let go of him and lowered his eyes.

The scholar just tidyed up his clothes with a smile: "No matter who did it, it's time for the palace owner to wake up."

Gu Pingluan was stunned: "It's a disaster. She has already..." "It's too early to say everything."

Interrupting her with a smile, the scholar arched his hand: "The student still has something to do. It's bothering the Lord of the Three Palaces to make way."

"You..." After Pei Shaoyin went far away, Gu Pingluan suddenly roared angrily, "Fuck your three masters! Pei Shaoyin, are you still a man? You can hold grudges on such a thing for so long. Why don't you die!"

"Hahaha, if the student dies, the owner of Gu Sangong will cry like an ugly monster? Students don't dare."

***

In the afternoon, the sun was not so hot. A sedan chair stopped outside the Yuezhai Gate. After waiting for a long time, no one came out to greet him. The sedan chair man approached the small window and asked, "Your Highness, there seems to be no one in the store."

"Really, the door of the store is also closed?" The people in the sedan chair asked unexpectedly.

"No, the door of the store is open."

"That's okay. Xiao Wang will go in and have a look in person."

Wei Tanyi was hurried out of the backyard, but he saw Song Jing getting off the sedan chair and stepping into the door. He couldn't help but be stunned: "Your Highness."

Song Jing folded his fan and smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you look so tired?"

Can you not be tired of watching people go to death? Wei Tanyi smiled perfunctorily: "It's just too hot to sleep soundly. Your Highness cares about you. I came here specially today, but what's the matter? Although the two of them were good friends, most of them were invited to a restaurant or tea house. It was the first time for Song Jing to come directly without saying hello.

"There's really something wrong," Song Jing didn't turn around. He folded the fan to block half of his face and lowered his voice and said, "Lord Han didn't seem to have returned home last night. He didn't report to Dali Temple this morning. Lord Ming sent people around and didn't find it. I thought he was drunk and stayed with you. Come here and have a look."

Wei Tanyi was stunned. Suddenly, he couldn't laugh. He said a few times at the corners of his mouth and said, "Shouldn't you go back to your own home when you are drunk? Come to me, there is no sobering tea."

Song Jing shook his head with an ambiguous expression: "Lord Han came in and ran to you almost every day, and most of them went back late at night. It's not unfounded for me to make this guess."

"It's a pity that Your Highness guessed wrong."