Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

Compared with the splendor on Yang Qian's side, the scene on Xie Jing and Shen Cheng's side was still as dark as a bottomless pit, and the two began to walk in the dark again.

Shen Cheng lit a fire talisman as usual, and the fire talisman crackled, but this time the fire light jumped very actively, which seemed a bit abnormal.

Xie Jing was still sulking: Shen Cheng always messed around without saying hello, he was almost implicated by him, although there was no danger of his life, but these things he experienced had a great impact on his mental aspect. Caused irreparable damage, I am afraid that after leaving the tomb, he himself went to the mental hospital for examination.

In order to protect her own interests, Xie Jing felt that some compensation should be required.

"Uncle Jiu, shall we discuss something?"

Shen Cheng looked at Xie Jing through the firelight, the man's eyes were shining, and he knew without thinking, what kind of small calculations this fellow was planning again.

Shen Cheng said, "Just tell me."

Xie Jing was not polite and immediately said: "We are in a cooperative relationship now. Since it is a cooperative relationship, do we have to be mutually beneficial and win-win? You see, I did things for you, which caused an immeasurable blow to my spirit. You see Don't you want to have fun?"

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows. He quite agreed with Xie Jing's conditions. If they had this benefit, the two of them would not have too many conflicts, and things would be much easier to handle. But he was also a little worried about Xie Jing's condition. Jing, he knew that Xie Jing used this method not only for some money, but mainly to comfort himself so that he could help him willingly.

Shen Cheng sighed slightly: "Okay, I will give you a pair of jade bracelets after leaving the tomb, and it will be considered as your spiritual damage fee."

Xie Jing raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction: "Thank you Uncle Jiu."

The two walked quietly for a while, and the noise from the firelight became louder and louder, successfully attracting Xie Jing's attention.

Xie Jing asked: "The fire talisman sounds like this, is there something unclean?"

Shen Cheng lifted the fire talisman to look around, then shook his head: "The surrounding area is full of potholes and cliffs, and the road just fits the two of us, so it's unlikely that there is something unclean. "

Xie Jing smoothed the wolf cub's hair in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Nine, do you feel that the owner of this tomb is very good at deceiving people's hearts, and the first ghost I met when I stepped into this mountain was also made of me." To confuse you. When you enter the tomb, you use the labyrinth to confuse everyone. The same is true for the arena just now. I can’t figure it out. What kind of virtue and ability do I have, but why should I be chosen as bait? Look at you, carefully The skin is tender, the skin is as thick as fat, if I accidentally mistook you for a woman again when I was in a dizzy state, then I would definitely not be able to resist."

Shen Cheng heard this guy talking nonsense again, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't talk nonsense."

When Xie Jing said this, he paused for a while, and turned his head to look at Shen Cheng: "Tell me, why doesn't this ghost use you?"

Shen Cheng looked away helplessly: "How would I know?"

Seeing that he quickened his pace, Xie Jing quickly followed him, and nagged, "But we have to be careful in the future, don't be fooled by this ghost."

inside the palace

About half an hour later, Fu Le and Yang Qian were still trapped in the same place, and there was still no progress. Fu Le saw that Yang Qian had been looking at the mural obsessively, and he didn't want to disturb him, so he went to the desk in front of the screen Walking to the table, he flipped through the copywriting and bamboo slips on it, all of which were about war strategies and notes to be written to His Majesty. A beige letter paper fell into Fu Le's sight.

Curiously, he picked out the letter paper from the many letters. The paper was a little dry. In order to prevent the paper from cracking, Fu Le opened it very carefully.

There are a few words written on it: In the air of Zhan Tan, I will meet you.

Fu Le frowned slightly, revealing between the lines that this sentence was written to the person he loved. Before he entered this tomb, he had also known about this so-called General Dongwu, but he had never heard that he had loved him in his life. who?

He remembered that General Yi once had a wife, but later she was made into a human pig, and her methods were cruel, which did not seem like something she could do to the one she loved. After becoming the emperor, there were countless beauties in the harem, but all the women who were favored by him would be executed the next day.

How could such a tyrannical, heartless and indifferent person write such a sad sentence, who would he want to see in his dream?

Just when Fu Le was thinking seriously, a burst of strong fragrance came to his face, which was a moderate fragrance. Fu Le looked in the direction of the fragrance, and all he could see was a screen.

Didn't have this taste before?

With doubts in his heart, Fu Le walked around to the back of the screen. There were two small incense burners at the two corners of the screen. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see them at all. I did not see it.

The sandalwood incense made his eyes turn red, and the fragrance became more intense. It was a dark and spicy fragrance, and he couldn't help feeling a surge in his heart. He suddenly remembered what he said just now.

The strong smell of sandalwood already has the effect of aphrodisiac, and sandalwood was also mentioned in the words with deep meaning, so I immediately thought it was not good.

As soon as he got up and took a few steps, he felt a flower planted on the ground in front of him and fell into a coma.

"It's the Futu soldiers coming!"

"The Futu soldiers are here!"

With excitement, people lined up from the city gate to the end. The common people were all dragging their families, stretching their necks, waiting for the soldiers from that battalion to come in.

The gate of the city was wide open, and a man in his early twenties rode forward vigorously. He was tall and straight, with a vigorous aura. Under his sword eyebrows, there were a pair of cold pool-like eyes, bottomless.There was a scar on his face, the scar was a bit too ferocious, but it didn't affect his heroic appearance at all, but made him look more majestic and solemn.

Seeing this, the common people knelt down in unison: "Welcome to the Futu soldiers—"

"Welcome to the Buddha Soldier—"

The momentum is huge, each sound is louder than the sound, one after another like overwhelming mountains and seas.

The city was burned, killed and looted by the invaders all the year round, making the people miserable. It was the appearance of the Buddha soldiers that allowed them to get rid of this kind of life.

The man who came on horseback walked quietly among the crowd. He felt his left cheek was hot, and saw a man standing in the crowd, looking at him with fiery eyes. The man was handsome and dressed in red. The man naturally regarded him as a woman who admired him, and nodded politely towards him.

The man was taken aback, and the companion who was kneeling on the ground next to him quickly tugged at his robe when he saw this.

"Fu Le, don't look at it, just kneel down quickly."

Fu Le looked around and saw that he was the only one standing and quickly knelt on the ground, his face flushed.

That man is his hero.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away, and Fu Le raised his head cautiously. He looked at the man's back in a daze.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and get ready!"

A middle-aged mistress yelled loudly with her waist in her arms. It can be seen from her eyebrows and eyes that she was also a magnificent beauty when she was young, but it's a pity that her beauty is easy to grow old, and her figure is out of shape now.

"Mom, let's go in now." The boy next to him picked up Fu Le who was still in a daze, and dragged him into the back room.

The old bustard pointed at the people in front again and said, "You guys are still not going in and getting ready!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The men and women immediately yelled and entered the back room.

The old bustard looked at the army walking away, and raised his eyebrows: It seems that there will be good business tonight.

As soon as night fell, the Wanhua Pavilion became lively, crowded with customers, some of them were civilians, and there were also many officers and soldiers who came here to relieve their worries.

Fu Le was dressing up in front of the bronze mirror with an eyebrow pencil. He was born with the appearance of a daughter, but with this makeup, he was even more charming than a woman.

Yin Qiu, who was lying on the chair next to him, saw him looking at the bronze mirror again and again, and felt very upset for some reason: "Xiao Youzi, you are covering your face and singing, why are you so delicate? No one I can see you."

Fu Le glared at him directly: "I am not only singing the horn today, but also receiving guests."

"What did you say?" Yin Qiu was startled and fell off the chair: "Are you really going to pick up the guests?"

Fuller nodded.

Yin Qiu looked around him a few times in disbelief: "Mom has been urging you to pick up the guests for so long, and every time she mentions it, you clamor to throw yourself into the river. Mom regrets your voice, so she obeyed your wishes. Why did you change your mind now that you were not allowed to pick up customers?"

Fu Le said, "Because I met that hero."

Yin Qiu suddenly turned up the volume: "I remember you said that the guest you want to pick up must be a world-class hero. Could it be the man who came at the head of the horse?"

"That person seems to be screaming..." Yin Qiu scratched his head, thinking hard.

Fu Le replied for him: "Yang Qian."

"That's right, it's Yang Qian, General Yang!" Yin Qiu remembered everything at his mention.

Yin Qiu said: "But General Yang is not coming, he has never entered these romantic places."

"He's not coming?" Fu Le paused with his eyebrow pencil: "Then where is he, do you know?"

Yin Qiu thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "Probably in the mansion prepared by the city lord for him."

As soon as Yin Qiu finished speaking, Fu Le picked up the bamboo hat on the table and ran outside.

Yin Qiu hurriedly shouted: "Hey, what should I do when it's your turn to sing after you leave?"

"Help me up."

"What's wrong with my voice?!" Yin Qiu roared, but unfortunately there was no answer.

Fu Le lowered the bamboo hat on his head, avoided the crowd and exited Wanhua Pavilion very smoothly.

The night was very quiet, but Fu Le's heart was full of deer bumping wildly. Although he had entered this unpopular place, he had always protected himself well. He studied books and had fun, just looking forward to such a day.

Fu Le trotted all the way to the General's Mansion. In his eyes, the word Yang on the door plaque was particularly beautiful.

There was a row of people standing in front of the mansion, all wearing bamboo hats or veils, judging from their figures and temperament, they should all be red cards in various brothels.

It seems that the reason why General Yang didn't go to the brothels was because those bustards would automatically send women to their door.