The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

After hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed dramatically.

Nangong Beier was very angry, "I know this dog emperor has no good intentions..."

"Beier, shut up!" Her mouth was blocked by Nangong Jian.

Nangong Guang's wife, Mrs. Du, took Cheng Qingqing's hand and said, "Qingqing, don't live here anymore, come back to Nangong's house with us."

"Yes! Qingqing, our family also has several large houses. Although they are not bigger than this one, they are still better than living here." Nangong Yan's wife, An, also said.

"It's okay, it's just resentment." Cheng Qingqing stepped forward and crossed the threshold of the mansion first.

When I entered the house, I saw that there were still people busy taking care of things.

The jade on the ground walkway has been painted bright, but you can still see the rust spots that have been oxidized and decayed over time.

"Qingqing, yesterday afternoon, my father and I went into the palace to meet the emperor. After he saw the Moyu ring, he immediately recognized your identity without any doubt. He said that there was no spare mansion now, so he gave this mansion to you. Give it to you and order someone to clean it.

But at that time, we thought that as long as he recognized your identity, it would be fine. As for the place to live, we didn’t necessarily have to live here. This is a haunted house after all. "Nangong Guang told her everything about their entry into the palace yesterday.

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Even they were here yesterday. The mansion was overgrown with weeds. Many of the corpses of the people killed in the past were not collected at all. The emperor issued an imperial edict and the government sent more than 2000 people to clean up and remove many bones.

Because the mansion was sorted out overnight, some strange things happened.

"It's not his turn to acknowledge my identity yet." Cheng Qingqing said coldly.

Hearing this, Nangong and his son looked at each other and felt that this girl was more courageous than her father.

"Qingqing, if my cousin is still so outstanding after knowing that he has a wife, he will definitely be proud of you." Nangong Yan said.

Cheng Qingqing recalled what Si Wenchang said in Gao's memory, which gave her a strong feeling that her father must still be alive.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurried over, bowed his hands in greeting and said: "Old slave, please pay your respects to the princess in front of the class."

"Before class?" Cheng Qingqing looked at him. Judging from his clothes, he should be in charge.

"This old slave was arranged by Master Hubu. From now on, he will take care of the miscellaneous affairs in the house. Please give me some advice from the princess." Ban Qian said respectfully.

"I understand, princess." Cheng Qingqing nodded.

"Princess, Master Nangong, sir, please follow me here." Ben Qian bowed and made a gesture of invitation, and then walked in front to lead the way.

As Cheng Qingqing walked around, he observed the entire palace. It was very large in size and consisted of three roads with strict central axis symmetry. There were many quadrangle courtyards, and the layout was regular and orderly.

The pavilions, pavilions, eaves and green tiles are intertwined and twisted. Although they appear mottled and dilapidated, the exquisite elegance of the past can still be seen.

When you come to the front hall, you will see a very grand building, exuding a strong atmosphere of simplicity and vicissitudes of life, but it does not lose its majesty.

When I entered the lobby, I saw that all the furniture was new and the decoration was simple.

After everyone sat down, the steward personally made tea and then left knowingly.

Nangong Beier looked around the hall and tightened her cloak tightly. She always felt that the hall was eerie.

Not only her, but everyone felt a little colder and had a creepy feeling.

"Qingqing, do you really want to live here?" Nangong Yan couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes, cousin." Cheng Qingqing nodded firmly.

In places where many people die, according to modern science, the magnetic field will become stronger. If the magnetic field is too strong, it will cause changes in the human body. It will disrupt the microscopic magnetic field of the human body, causing disturbances in the biological clock and bioelectric currents of various organs, vomiting, accelerated heartbeat, or hallucinations.

Hallucinations are usually seeing strange things.

But for Taoist metaphysics, it is another story.

She took out a piece of yellow paper, placed it on the palm of her hand, made a seal with her other hand, and silently recited a few spells.

A surprising scene appeared. The yellow paper flew up from her palm and floated in front of her.

Cheng Qingqing recited a few more spells silently, held out a bunch of flames with her fingertips, and then started drawing quickly on the paper.

Soon, a talisman was drawn.

"Go!" She swept her hand.

The yellow talisman then flew towards the wall of the central hall and stuck directly above it.

The talisman suddenly shone with red light. As the red light gradually disappeared, the talisman also disappeared.

The people in the hall were surprised to see it, and they didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but they felt that the cold air in the room had been dissipated a lot.

"This is the house-protecting talisman!" Nangong Guang said in surprise: "I didn't expect Qingqing to be able to do magic, and she seems to be quite good at it!"

Cheng Qingqing shook her head: "No, I only learned a little bit."

She was not lying when she said that, in terms of magic, she only learned one-third of her master's skills, because she preferred to practice martial arts and delve into medical skills.

If she had lived longer in her first life, she might have learned more.

"Qingqing is so humble, haha!" Nangong Yan said with a smile.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone started laughing too, and the atmosphere in the room became more relaxed.

Seeing that she was so capable, everyone felt relieved.

After chatting for a while, the Nangong family got up to leave.

"Qingqing, let's go back first. If anything happens, go to Nangong Mansion to find us."

"Okay." Cheng Qingqing walked them out, took Du's hand, and put a letter in her hand under the cover of her sleeve.

Du Shi understood in her heart and nodded slightly to her.

"Uncle, cousin, please walk slowly."

After watching the Nangong family leave, Cheng Qingqing called Banqian and asked him to call everyone in the house.

After a while, everyone arrived.

There were about 200 people, including a hundred guards and a hundred servants. Men and women were divided on each side, and they knelt down to pay homage, "Meet Your Highness the Princess."

Cheng Qingqing looked at the one hundred slaves. There were about seventy men and thirty women, ranging in age from thirty to fifty.

"Princess, these are their names." The steward handed her a roster.

Cheng Qingqing took it over, opened it and flipped through a few pages, whose names and origins were recorded on them.

She returned the roster to Ben Qian, "From now on, Butler Lao Ban will have to worry about the affairs in the house."

"Princess, you're welcome, this is what an old slave should do." Ben Qian said with his head lowered.

"Where does this princess live?" she asked.

"In the backyard, princess, please follow me." Ban Qian took them to the backyard again, and the thirty maids followed.

When we came to the largest building in the backyard, there was no plaque hanging in front of the door, or it had long since decayed.

This building was built according to the specifications of a palace. It is the second largest building on the central axis of the mansion. It should be the place where Baili Changxiang lived before his death.

After more than ten years of desolation, the buildings were still majestic. She seemed to have seen the glory of the past, and she seemed to be able to see the figure of the heroic young man back then.