Fast Travel System: A Happy Life

Chapter 159 Secrets in Historical Relics (7)

After Jing Baisong left, Chu Qinghe discussed with the system for a long time.

[Tongzi, is there really no way for me to have a body? 】

It's so annoying now, I can't do anything, and I have to avoid people from the Taoist sect.

[Host, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that there is really no other way. 】

[Wish power value? 】

The system was silent for a while, [Host, don't forget that this soul is your own. 】

Now in this world, the spiritual weapon is long gone. This is the host's own soul, and there is no way to find a matching body.

She was a little depressed, [Okay. 】

I don't know how the original small palace lantern endured a hundred years of loneliness in that small stone room.

After one day she couldn't take it anymore.

Chu Qinghe had nothing to do, so he just lay down on the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest.

...

"Mr. Jing, my impressions are correct. This room is full of spirit weapons, and there is definitely something tricky about it."

Chu Qinghe heard the voice of a middle-aged man. Not only that, she felt knocking sounds on the wall.

Then an old voice said, "My grandson has a big heart."

After a while, the two people outside were still carefully looking for clues.

"How's it going? What did you find?" Mr. Jing was a little anxious.

Daochang Li looked serious and murmured to himself, "How is it possible? He obviously sensed it."

He clearly sensed a special aura in this room, but why was it gone as soon as he came in? "Give me a little more time."

Mr. Jing was very anxious, "Song'er will be back soon, in 10 minutes at most." He hit the ground heavily with his cane.

"Are you looking for me?" Jing Baisong stood at the door like a ghost, his whole body hidden in the darkness, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa, why don't you turn on the light?"

Jing Lao and Li Daochang froze.

Jing Lao mechanically turned around, looked at his grandson at the door, "Song Er, you came back early today?"

Jing Baisong sneered, "Grandpa, it's getting late, the old man should wash up and go to sleep."

"Daozhang Li, I wonder what you found in my room?"

Daochang Li lowered his eyebrows and lowered his posture, "The young master was joking. I was the one who offended the young master."

"Snapped--"

The room was instantly bright as day.

Jing Baisong expressionlessly pressed the switch, crossed his arms, looked coldly at the two uninvited guests who were rummaging around in his room, and made an invitation gesture, "Please."

He was too lazy to argue with the two of them.

Jing Lao didn't let him go, and stomped the crutch in his hand, "Is that how you talk to my old man?"

"Grandpa?" Jing Baisong sarcastically said, "Don't forget who said not to step into the old house."

Slowly, he approached Mr. Jing step by step, and said mockingly, "I'll call you grandpa because of blood relationship, you have to be self-aware."

Jing Lao's complexion changed, he clutched his chest tightly, pointed at Jing Baisong with a trembling index finger, "You...you...you unworthy descendant."

"Am I unfilial?" Jing Baisong thought his grandfather was so ridiculous, "I am indeed unfilial, otherwise where would you be now?"

Jing Baisong was impatient to deal with them, his eyes shot out cold gleams, "Take your people and get out, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Hmph, don't bother you, my old man will go by himself."

Jing Lao took the lead and Li Daochang followed.

...

After the two left, Jing Baisong gathered the servants in the living room on the first floor

He sat lazily on the sofa, "You are all old people in the old house, what's the matter? You've got a big heart."

He didn't care about letting his grandfather in yesterday.

He was not at home today and yet he dared to do this. He was simply ignored.

"Young Master, I..." Aunt Wu felt aggrieved.

Jing Baisong slightly raised his hand and interrupted the explanation, "Needless to say, you go, remember this is Jing's old house, not all cats and dogs can come here."

He didn't want to waste much time with these people, so he called the security guards to pull them out.

"Eldest young master—eldest young master—" Aunt Wu cried out in a mournful voice.

"It's the old lady, not me—"

Jing Baisong had already reached the stairs, turned around, "What did you say?"

Seeing this, the security guard stopped, and Aunt Wu quickly finished speaking, "The old lady let him in."

"Grandma? Hmph, the older you get, the more confused you become."

He turned his back and continued up the stairs, "There will be no next time."

...

"Are you scared?" Jing Baisong put on a gentle and refined face when he entered the secret room, as if he wasn't the one who killed the decisive person just now.

"Your secret room is wonderfully built," Chu Qinghe sighed, Li Daochang knocked for a long time but couldn't find it.

"It's not my credit, it's the wisdom of generations of the Jing family."

"The Jing family? Your grandfather?" It shouldn't be, the one who was outside just now should be his grandfather, why didn't he know about this secret room.

Jing Baisong shook his head, "He's not the Jing family, he's just a married son-in-law."

Chu Qinghe? ? ?
The disdain in Jing Baisong's tone was too obvious, Chu Qinghe asked in a daze, "Then you?"

"Pfft-"

"My surname is Jing, of course. I can't forget my roots too much."

"Forget it, what are you talking about," Jing Baisong walked to the glazed palace lantern, "Get ready, I will take you to King Jingwen's tomb tonight."

"Are you going today? You're not afraid of those two people coming back." Chu Qinghe was a little worried.

Jing Baisong picked up the palace lantern and walked to the soft couch, "Don't worry, now is not the time. The best time to act is when the moon is dark and the wind is high, and people are quiet at night."

Chu Qinghe was eager to try, his clear and bright eyes sparkling, "Okay!"

...

It was still early, Chu Qinghe generously gave up half of the soft couch to Jing Baisong.

She patted the soft couch and motioned for Jing Baisong to sit down, "Quick, quick, let's gossip."

"Hey, isn't Ms. Chu a chaste and virtuous girl? Why are you still gossiping?"

If Jing Baisong hadn't said it too seriously, she would really have turned her face, "Are you mocking me?"

Jing Baisong shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips, "No, Miss Chu is indeed beautiful, and this outfit really suits Miss Chu."

Like a little princess who grew up carefree.

"Then I thank you for your compliment."

"You're welcome, I'm telling the truth."

Jing Baisong changed the subject, "I'll tell you a story, does Miss Chu want to reciprocate?"

"Okay," said Jing Baisong, she didn't know about the little things, she just wanted to hear about Jing Chao.

"Then what does Miss Chu want to hear?"

Chu Qinghe waved her hand, "Don't Miss Chu come to Miss Chu."

This Jingbai pine is really strange.

"Then, what should I call you?" Jing Baisong suddenly approached Chu Qinghe, and deliberately lowered his voice and said seductively, "Little Princess."

Chu Qinghe felt his eardrums vibrate and resonate slightly, it was so arousing.

she she she...

Her cheeks were red and her body leaned back unconsciously.

What a little princess, it's too embarrassing.

She held her chin in her hands, trying to hide her face.

The joy that could not be hidden in her eyes revealed her girlish thoughts.

"Ahem," she coughed heavily.

Calm down, she hasn't seen any big scenes before.

Unconsciously cast a glance at Jing Baisong. "Don't interrupt, let's get down to business."

(End of this chapter)