fake prince

Chapter 530 Today is Zheng Yingci
After such a big incident happened, of course it was impossible to stay in the work shed.

Whether it was Qi Hongxin or the imperial envoy, they all had to go back to the city. In the smog-like rain, the coachman let out a low voice, and the ox cart turned steadily and drove.

Looking around at this moment, Su Ziji could discern the vague outline of the river embankment, and the two of them did not speak for a while.

"Master Yan, I'm really rude to let you encounter this." After a long time, Su Ziji smiled and said, "Shun'an Mansion, what a disaster!"

"Well, indeed, it's nothing more than a plague of locusts. The explosion of the embankment is a man-made disaster. You and Master Qi have dealt with it well... Hey, it's a pity, Master Qi."

"I'm on the way, and I've actually studied the official documents carefully. Mr. Qi has done a lot of practical things over the years. This time, with the grace of the emperor, I'm about to recover, but my life is at the end of my life. What can I do!"

"That's right." Su Ziji looked at Yan He, agreed with him, and sighed again, Qi Hongxin has a stain, even if he doesn't die, don't even think about his success, the foundation is broken, and now it's just a moment of prosperity, He really went to the capital, let the emperor see it, and got angry at the scene, not to mention that he was from the third rank, and his life might not be saved.

But of course this cannot be said.

Su Ziji's expression was a bit melancholy, but Yan He was thinking that he might be wrong, paused, and then said: "However, Master Qi will be treated differently if he has obtained the third rank."

"According to the imperial court's practice, posthumous titles will be discussed for those who are above the third grade, and only one of the descendants of Yin can be entrusted to enter the Imperial Academy."

"Madame Qi can also grant Hao Ming as usual."

"Even under the Nine Springs, the so-called thanks to Qin En will always add to the light of the spring."

This is to comfort himself, Su Ziji glanced at Yan He in surprise, this person is a sixth-rank official, and also an imperial envoy, there is no need to be polite to him, why is he so kind?
As for Qin En, it will also increase the light of the spring forever. He understands it very well now. A major feature of the imperial court is that it has both yin and yang.

Every dynasty treats the posthumous treatment in different levels, and is meticulous.

This vernacular is to say that the imperial court grants grace, so it also has glory in Jiuquan-this is not empty talk in the eyes of the ancients.

Su Ziji just laughed, with a relaxed expression: "This is the court's grace, and it's hard work for you to arrive in time from a long distance. You can still change it now. It will be difficult if you are buried. You can't announce the decree to the tomb."

"This is not a gift after all."

Yan He is also very satisfied with his acknowledgment.

At this time, when we entered Fucheng and arrived at the yamen, the yamen servants came out early and waited in order. As soon as the ox cart stopped, someone came over to pick up the curtain. Don't panic, and don't let the slightest neglect."

He stood up and invited the two of them in, settled them one by one, and then said: "Shun'an Mansion still has a lot of things to do, please forgive me."

After leaving the mansion, Su Ziji murmured to Madam Qi's cries in the backyard, "The son wants to raise him but his relatives are not around, so it's not just parents and children?"

Suddenly, he strongly missed Ye Buhui.

Taoist temple
As a thunderbolt dissipated, the sky had completely cleared. Liu Zhan, who was sitting cross-legged in the side hall, opened his eyes suddenly and gasped violently.

When he finally recovered from the suffocation, he immediately looked at Zheng Yingci who was sitting beside him in the same posture.

Different from him, the Zheng Yingci in front of him could vaguely see the ups and downs of his breathing, but he just sat there with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had already entered into a deep samadhi.

But Liu Zhan knew that he might never open his eyes again one day.

"Ying Ci?" Liu Zhan looked at this disciple and couldn't help calling out, but seeing no response, he smiled wryly.

At this moment, Liu Zhan had the time to regret and regret when he escaped to ascend to heaven, thinking of the danger just now and the last resort.

This time, everything was in Liu Zhan's expectation, but he didn't expect it to be reversed at the last moment. Not to mention all his previous efforts, even he was almost completely left in the false world.

"Hey! If you are trapped there, you will never be able to escape!" Rao Liu Zhan, a Taoist real person, is also afraid.

While sighing, Liu Zhan suddenly raised his head and looked towards the entrance: "Who?"

A sound of footsteps came in slowly from outside the hall, and stopped a few steps away from Liu Zhan. Seeing Liu Zhan standing up, the man sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

Not wanting to lose face in front of the visitors, Liu Zhan snorted and said, "It's you? Why are you here?"

Under the light of the light fluttering in the hall, the people who came in were dressed in simple Taoist robes, looking ordinary, only those eyes were bright, as if they could see through people's hearts.

It was none other than Huidao who came.

The branch of Hui Dao, who was buried in the hands of the emperor in the previous generation, did not want to be used by the court anymore. He had a premonition that the Taoist sect would make a big move, and even took the Taoist boy to travel around. They said it was a cloud tour, but in fact they were running .

Now when Liu Zhan had just returned from the Dragon Palace, Liu Zhan didn't believe it if he said it was just a coincidence.

But this Huidao smiled lightly: "It's just a whim, I came to see you. It's very unusual recently, the heavenly secrets have changed a lot, you and I still have a relationship, hundreds of years ago, even the same door, I can't see it anymore, but ignore it .”

You can't ignore what you said, can you still help yourself?

Liu Zhan also did not believe that Huidao would suddenly break the usual principles.

Moreover, Huidao mentioned the change of secrets in Huidao's words. Thinking of Huidao's previous words, Liu Zhan coughed twice with his fists on his mouth, looked at the other party, and made fun of him: "Didn't you say that you don't need the secrets of heaven? Could it be?" For me, that's why you made an exception?"

This is just a joke, no one will take it seriously.

But his eyes fell on the young man sitting quietly cross-legged not far away, Liu Zhan hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Is Ying Ci still alive?"

Most of the spells he practiced were mainly killing.

Tongshan Temple is good at secrets, but it also has something to do with souls. Although Liu Zhan didn't have too much affection for Zheng Yingci, he would be reluctant to keep a dog for a long time, let alone a human?
If Zheng Yingci can be saved, even if it takes some trouble, Liu Zhan is willing to give it a try.

Hui Dao's eyes fell on Zheng Yingci's body, and he shook his head after a while: "I can't help it, his soul is gone, and there is only a body, unless the lonely soul and wild ghost are reborn, otherwise, this body will not be in the best condition." But that's it, become a living dead."

"Moreover, the living dead can't last long. After a year or so, they will gradually decline and die."

A lonely soul and a wild ghost seize this body, is this still Zheng Yingci?

The person who feels sorry is Zheng Yingci, not the person himself, so what's the use of reviving this body that has completely cut off karma from the Dragon Palace?

Liu Zhan was silent, looking at the dense water vapor under the eaves, the cold wind blowing from outside, a kind of dampness permeated, and the chill was a little bit colder.

After a long time, Liu Zhan's face became more resolute, and his voice was not too loud: "Forget it, monsters are the enemies of the human race. I have a clear conscience. If you want to succeed in your career, someone must sacrifice. Today is Zheng Yingci, and tomorrow it may be me."

Hui Dao sneered coldly: "Maybe it will be you tomorrow? This sounds nice, but I don't know. One hundred or one thousand Zheng Yingci died, but it will be your turn, Liu Zhan, the head teacher?"

"It's your turn, what will you do?"

(End of this chapter)