Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

When the female ghost clearly saw Fu Jiuqing's true appearance, surprise and amazement flashed in her eyes.

She blurted out: "What a beautiful beauty! If such a charming appearance is placed in the harem, she will definitely be favored by the Sixth Palace. From now on, the king will never go to court early."

When these words reached Fu Jiuqing's ears, he raised his thin eyebrows slightly.

She stepped forward slowly, and raised the female ghost's chin with the end of her hand.

Fu Jiuqing asked in a deep voice: "It's hard to give up when you are deeply in love. My heart will be wasted when I misunderstood you. No one will cherish the pain of lovesickness. I don't know that your love is as thin as paper. Who wrote this poem?"

The female ghost said proudly in a condescending tone: "I did it."

Before Fu Jiuqing could speak, she raised her hand to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, her face full of sadness and her voice pleading.

"This is the most ruthless emperor's family. Since ancient times, many kings have been ruthless. I and the emperor are childhood sweethearts. He clearly promised me the throne as queen and my mother's honor to the world.

But he appointed the general's daughter as his queen to overwhelm me. I was framed by evildoers for twenty years, and it was not until my death that I realized that I had been mistaking the emperor's heart for many years.

From the beginning to the end, the emperor was using me to bring noble ladies into the palace one after another for his imperial hegemony, and I was just one of her many pawns. "

The female ghost seemed to be talking about something sad and started to cry.

Fu Jiuqing put away Bu Yao, who was pressing against her chin, and took two steps back in disgust.

This female ghost's cries were so artificial, shrill, and emotionless, which made the listeners feel very uncomfortable.

Fu Jiuqing lowered his eyes and accidentally discovered that the female ghost's feet were dripping with blood.

She asked aloud: "What's wrong with your feet?"

The female ghost looked at the bloody feet with charming eyes, and laughed at herself: "The queen heard that my dancing skills are amazing, and the emperor always keeps me in the palace for a few more days than other concubines every month. The queen regards me as a thorn in the flesh."

After I fell out of favor, she asked me to dance on the broken porcelain on the floor. If I didn't dance, dozens of people in my family would be embarrassed by the queen's mother's family.

At that time, the emperor valued the general and was extremely tolerant of the queen. I did not dare to disobey the queen, so I danced from dawn to dusk with my bare feet on the debris on the ground.

Since then, my feet have become useless and I can no longer dance. I was even rejected by the emperor for a time, completely fell out of favor and was relegated to the cold palace. "

Such a shocking and pitiful experience would have made others feel pity.

But Fu Jiuqing remained expressionless, turning the Jade Jade Bu Yao in his hand, and asked in a calm voice: "Is this Jade Jade Bu Yao yours?"

A hint of sadness appeared in the female ghost's affectionate eyes, and she said in a low voice: "This is a token of love given to me by the emperor. It is said to be an extraterrestrial thing obtained by a certain vassal king. He presented it to the palace and was rewarded by the emperor. The emperor's mother-in-law later came into my hands, and after my death she possessed Bu Yaoshang."

While the female ghost was speaking, her eyes were fixed on Bu Yao in Fu Jiuqing's hand, her gloomy eyes showing longing.

Fu Jiuqing looked at her expression, and gently turned the Bu Yao with his slender fingers. The nonchalant movements were a bit casual, giving people the impression that the Bu Yao was about to fall out of place.

The female ghost's already pale face immediately panicked.

Her soul floated up from the ground, teleported to Fu Jiuqing, stretched out her hand: "Give it back to me!"

Fu Jiuqing glanced at her casually, and slightly parted his red lips: "This is a thing from the upper world. It has stored your soul for thousands of years. It is useless to you. If you continue to stay in it, the ghost power will be absorbed by it."

The female ghost couldn't listen at all. She only knew that Fu Jiuqing was not prepared to return Bu Yao to her.

Her expression immediately changed, and a cruel look appeared on her ghostly face.

"This is the token of love given to me by the Emperor!"

Fu Jiuqing's cold eyes looked at the female ghost quietly.

Then, under the gaze of the other party, he let go of his hand, and the heavy Jade Jade Step shook his head and fell straight down.

The female ghost's eyes were about to burst and she hurriedly went to pick it up.

However, next, a surprising scene happened.

The female ghost went to take Bu Yao's hand, but Jade Jade Bu Yao passed through her.

She couldn't touch it!

The female ghost watched helplessly as the token of love given to her by the emperor fell straight down.

Seeing that the jade jade was about to touch the ground, Fu Jiuqing used the divine power in his palm to lift it up and held it in his hand again.

It was this inadvertent temptation that made Fu Jiuqing suspicious.

The aura around her body was wide open, and a tight feeling of oppression filled the air, making people feel the cold air coming towards their faces.

Fu Jiuqing stared at the female ghost with cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "I don't believe a word you say, tell me your name!"

The female ghost pursed her green-white lips tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Zhan Lingqing."

Fu Jiuqing nodded secretly, summoned the book of life and death and started flipping through it.

Zhan Lingqing, the daughter of the Minister of Hubu, died in a harem fight.

He was twenty years old when he died, so he is already over 1,100 years old.

Fu Jiuqing quickly scanned all Zhan Lingqing's experiences during her lifetime and found that everything she said was true.

There was only one thing she couldn't match. Zhan Lingqing was the most beautiful woman in the harem and the emperor's most beloved concubine. She was deeply loved by the emperor.

The queen is the mother of a country. She wants power and the emperor's favor. She hates Zhan Lingqing deeply.

The queen secretly used her mother's military power to force the emperor to give up Zhan Lingqing, the most beloved concubine in the harem.

Zhan Lingqing never saw the emperor until his death, and died tragically in the cold palace.

Before she died, she reluctantly recited the emperor's ruthless poems silently.

After watching Zhan Lingqing's tragic life, Fu Jiuqing frowned with deep lines between her eyebrows.

She did not find any information about the jade phoenix spreading its wings from the book of life and death.

But it is recorded that the emperor loved Zhan Lingqing too much and gave her countless rare treasures.

Zhan Lingqing didn't know what Fu Jiuqing was looking at. The black-covered book of life and death gave her a very dangerous feeling.

Under great pressure, she stretched out her hand again: "This is the token of love given to me by the emperor. Please return it to me."

Fu Jiuqing asked without raising his head: "The emperor is ruthless, do you still like him?"

She flipped through the book of life and death, looking for records about emperors, vassals, and queens, trying to find out about the existence of Cuiyu Buyao.

Zhan Lingqing coughed and said infatuatedly: "I know he was forced to do so."

Fu Jiuqing pinched the fingertips on the light yellow paper and paused. He didn't know whether he saw something or was shocked by Zhan Lingqing's words.

She raised her head and stared at Zhan Lingqing with a surprised expression, her eyes so cold and strange.

Zhan Lingqing didn't know whether he felt guilty or knew that what he just said was stupid, so he avoided looking at Fu Jiuqing.

It was at this moment that Fu Jiuqing handed over the Bu Yao in his hand without hesitation.

She said in a playful tone: "If you can hold it, I will give it to you."

Zhan Lingqing was overjoyed and stretched out his hands to carefully pick up Cuiyu Buyao.

Hidden in the dark, the handsome man, who was as handsome as a banished immortal, with noble features, saw this scene in his eyes, with a helpless smile on his face.

Fu Junlan looked at her sister's sly smile and knew that the plan had failed.

Some things are destined to be unstoppable, even if they are deployed repeatedly.