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Yu Kong came and went without a trace, stayed in the palace all year round, seeing him was harder than going to heaven, Pei Sheng tried to prevaricate him many times.

"Master, if he is indeed Mr. Du, why doesn't he want to recognize you?" Pei Sheng grabbed the sachet tightly and said softly, "Because he hates me."

It was getting late, it was dusk.

I heard that at dusk, when the sun and the moon alternate, and when people and ghosts rub shoulders, it is easy to see evil spirits.

Naturally, Feng Youxin didn't believe in this evil. The evil things he had done could not be counted on two hands. Didn't he live till now?The prosperity of the world is all for profit, all the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, he is just for his own selfishness, everyone spurns him, but he has no choice, just like a mouse crossing the street, although everyone shouts and beats him, but he runs enough Hurry up, find a strong enough backer, then no one can hit him and let him get away with it.

The sky was getting dark, and the ray of afterglow gradually disappeared outside.

The boy lighted the oil lamp and stepped back cautiously.

Feng Youxin is not elegant and prefers to spoil beauties. At this time, Zheng ordered someone to bring the boy who was tied up a few days ago with a rope.

He still remembered that day, the young man's pitiful expression really aroused his desire, and he remembered the beauty sent from the general's mansion five years ago.

However, the little thing didn't know what to do, and struggled in every possible way, which even made Feng Youxin see blood on his arm.

As Feng Youxin thought about it, his face couldn't help becoming grim.

The servant moved slowly, Feng Youxin couldn't bear to call a few times, but it was so quiet outside that no one answered.

Feng Youxin was angry from the bottom of his heart, and pushed the door hard, thinking that he would give these disobedient slaves a good lesson.

As soon as the door opened, most of his anger disappeared—the handsome young man was standing outside the door, his hands were tied, and a silk handkerchief was tied from his lips to the back of his head, making him unable to keep his mouth shut. Seeing Feng Youxin coming out, he flinched step back.

The candles in the room suddenly went out, Feng Youxin was full of desires, he didn't care about the strangeness, he hurriedly dragged the young man into the room, and the door was closed tightly immediately.

The young man said vaguely: "Master Feng, light the lamp, it's getting dark, I'm afraid..." Feng Youxin deliberately didn't do it, but intentionally frightened him: "Do you know that when dusk and night alternate, ghosts often take people's lives?" The young man panicked and said: "My lord, don't scare me. I heard that only those who have committed crimes will be dragged into the underworld. We are innocent and should..." Feng Youxin hugged him from behind, and said, "Now you have become an adult!" The person who killed me, is there any innocence..." After finishing speaking, he took off his clothes and hugged him eagerly.

But people fell into the darkness, Feng Youxin hugged him empty.

The oil lamp suddenly gave off a bean-sized light, which was reflected on the young man, and cast a shadow of fangs and claws on the wall, which looked ghostly.

The young man turned his back to him, and said solemnly: "My lord is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but who do you think I am?" He turned around, tore off the flesh of his face, revealing the beautiful facial features underneath, and a scar on his left cheek, which looked like a rakshasa Like a ghost.

Feng Youxin turned pale with shock, backed away again and again, screaming incessantly.

"My lord has been spying on me everywhere since the beginning, why are you so scared now?" But when he heard the sound of a sharp knife piercing into his flesh, Feng Youxin covered his mouth and nose, he couldn't breathe out of his throat, and struggled endlessly.

After another few stabs, the sound of "woo-woo" in the room gradually stopped, and then with a "plop", the shadow of Feng Youxin on the wall fell sideways, half-throwing on the bed.

The other shadow disappeared in an instant, leaving only the ticking sound of blood falling from the corpse.

A screen separated half of the room, Yongyi was leaning leisurely on the beauty couch, holding a shivering kitten in one hand, and holding a piece of paper full of small letters in the other hand.

"That's all?" Outside the screen, a person knelt down and said softly, "Yes."

This man is pale and beardless, with a delicate appearance and a thin voice.

"How did Mr. Feng die?" "Mrs. Feng found the body.

He was pierced through the chest with a sharp knife and stabbed one after another.

The man's technique is proficient, but his strength is not strong enough, there is only one wound that penetrates through, so when the man left, Mr. Feng should still be alive. "

"Oh, it wasn't a one-shot death, so it wasn't the killer's work?" "It's hard to say.

This man is good at using hidden weapons. I found on the oil lamp that the wick had been cut in half, and the 'hidden weapon' was an embroidery needle, which had penetrated into the wall to a depth of one foot. "

"How does it compare to you?" "..." He pondered for a while, then said, "It's almost the same."

Yong Yi suddenly said: "If that's the case, why did Du Ruo fail to die in the mountain?" The person outside the screen paused, and said calmly: "The general is extremely alert, he has already noticed that, and his subordinates dare not act rashly.

After that... Mr. Du found out about the temple organization, which was also unexpected to his subordinates.

If there is a second time, the subordinates will definitely be able to..." "Okay, even though you missed, but you found the handle of the Duan family first, it should be considered as worthwhile." Yongyi stroked the cat's fur and said : "Then I will leave it to you to investigate, Xingyu. "

She stood up slowly, and as soon as she let go, the cat took the opportunity to run away, "Don't show mercy."

Xingyu raised his head, looking delicate and introverted, as if he hadn't changed in five years.

"Yes."

The next chapter Lao Pei sees a female goose (probably)

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At fifteen, Cheng Yi had a whim and wanted to go to the Buddhist temple to pray for blessings, so he went with Pei Sheng.

"Don't you die and never worship Buddha?" Pei Sheng said in distaste on the way there.

"When did I not know?" Pei Sheng said sarcastically without even thinking about it, "When you were eight years old, you went to play under the incense table in your Buddhist hall, but you overturned the incense table and took the whole incense burner to your forehead Son, on the first day of the new year, Mrs. Cheng took you to the Buddhist temple to pray for blessings. You insisted that the incense burner was put on your head for no reason, and then you said that you were not compatible with Shakyamuni Buddha, and you would not even enter the Mahavira Hall even if you died. "

Cheng Yi said awkwardly: "Is there such a thing..." "You don't remember, when will you go back to Jinling and ask your father, see if he thinks of this and will be so angry that he will beat you with the sole of his shoe again."

As soon as Mr. Cheng was mentioned, Cheng Yi got a headache and said: "Farewell, you know my father's temper, if I go back, he can find all the girls in the street and let me choose a marriage.

Tsk, I'm so annoying. "

When it was over, he said again, "Do you think I want to come? After all, it's not Shao Zhiying who insisted on me praying, saying that the Holy Spirit ordered him to stay at home, so he had to entrust me to replace him.

And his nephew, you know, he's only five years old, he's like a human being, when he found out, he put on a shy face and wanted to follow him, and it took me a lot of effort to avoid him, that kid was very annoying Seeing that Shao Zhiying is not easy to provoke, he provoked me shamelessly.

He is only five years old, five years old!Five-year-old is still more noisy than Lin Chengzhong's 15-year-old..." "Since when have you become so familiar with Shao Zhiying? "Pei Sheng said suspiciously.

Being confined at home not only means not being able to go out, but also not being able to see guests. The meeting between Cheng Yi and Shao Zhiying must be in private.

"Did you forget? He went to a private school with us for a year when we were young, and you fought with him at that time..." Cheng Yi looked at Pei Sheng's darkening face, knowing that he remembered it, and said again and again, "That's right, that kid who runs around with braids all day long, that's him, he's the one who stuffed the Book of Songs into your mouth!" Pei Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't I trying to stand out for you? Who told you? You have to judge whether someone is a man or a woman, but in the end, you are not as good as others, but you are stripped and run around naked?" The carriage stopped outside Hongshan Temple, and Cheng Yi said angrily as he went down: "You said he was a man first, Then I went to see it—the boy was wearing the girl’s clothes all day long, how could I know whether he was a man or a woman.”

"Because you're blind enough, I haven't seen any girl who can pull your wrist to break your bones."

The young girls who passed by covered their mouths and laughed, and walked away pushing and shoving.

Cheng Yi was in a hurry, and said: "This is a public one, can you stop talking about it, old Pei, is it childish or not?" Pei Sheng sneered, and said in a strange way: "Ha ha."

After praying for blessings and coming out, the two were still exposing each other's background, fighting to the death for who was the more naive back then.

Cheng Yi jumped into the carriage cursingly, still saying, "That year in Qiuhun, you fought with Du Liuyue just because of a rabbit, and he cut off a section of your hair—those who didn't know thought you had a good time in the paddock." In a blink of an eye, he realized the way of Buddhism, and wanted to cut his hair, become a monk, become a Buddha, and ascend to heaven..." Pei Sheng raised the curtain of the car with one hand, and pressed his left hand on the sword hanging by his waist. The blade is already out of its sheath.

Cheng Yi's face was troubled, and he said: "Your temper is getting worse and worse, I just said a few words, but there is no need..." "Come out."

Cheng Yi realized that he was not talking to himself, and turned to look at his side, only to see that the silk cloth was bulging, and there was something alive underneath.

Cheng Yi stood up suddenly in fright, bumped his head on the roof of the car, and knelt down in pain.

I saw the silk move, and then, a little girl carved in pink and jade came out of it.

The little girl puffed her cheeks to look at Pei Sheng, her eyes rolled around nimbly.

Cheng Yi covered his head and hissed, "Whose child, you scared me."

Pei Sheng lowered his face, and put his sword back into its sheath.

"...Take her down and throw her away."

"...I'm afraid it's not good to be so rude to children," Cheng Yi came over slowly, and asked softly, "Tell uncle, what's your name?" Cheng Yi thought he was good at dealing with children, and the Shao family He can play with his little nephew, let alone such a cute little girl.

This girl looked five or six years old, she was snow white, delicate and soft, her cheeks were puffy, making one want to pinch her.

The little girl said in a milky voice, "I want to find my mother..." Pei Sheng looked at her, and an inexplicable familiarity welled up in his heart.