Neverland

What should come is still here - this was Xu Muzhou's first reaction.

But he immediately realized that something was wrong. All the undead he had seen so far in his mission, no matter what their personality or age, and those who didn't hide their heads and tails to avoid people, all appeared openly.

They are, to put it mildly, more frank.To put it more bluntly, these undead have lost part of their ability to think and empathize after death. They stay in this world because of their obsessions, and their behavior patterns and thinking patterns are affected by their obsessions. People who solve problems will instinctively come to them, instead of hiding and not seeing people.

He was pondering here, Yan Cen had already walked towards the coffin.

The Changqiu Palace is very large, and there are inevitably some heavy furniture that cannot be moved, so a huge screen is used to divide the room into two rooms at the other end of Song Xueyao's coffin. There is also a small area.

Yan Cen deliberately lowered his footsteps, his boots stepped on the hard rocky ground, and the sound echoed in the empty hall, sounding more intrusive than the other party.

Xu Muzhou rubbed his arms and looked around.

The servants in the house had been sent out by Yan Cen earlier, the gate of Changqiu Palace was closed tightly, and the two side doors were ajar, but Xu Muzhou kept paying attention, and no one from either side had ever entered.

Xu Muzhou's five senses were well tempered by Neverland, if someone walked in from the outside just now, he would not fail to hear the sound.

However, before Xu Muzhou could think of one, two, three, there was another commotion on the other side.

Yan Cen's footsteps were too obvious, apparently alarming the other party, the subtle footsteps just now suddenly increased and became messy.

Xu Muzhou followed and walked a few steps in that direction, only to think that the voice sounded very solid.

Yan Cen had already walked a few steps around the coffin, and the footsteps stopped suddenly.

Before Xu Muzhou could open his mouth to ask about the situation, an angry child voice came from behind: "Bold, let me go!"

Xu Muzhou: "..."

What happened, Xu Muzhou stood there in a daze.

Yan Cen had already come out from behind the screen, holding a small dumpling not much higher than his calf in his hand.

Xiaotuanzi was dressed thickly, with a white coat that looked like a cloak, and a large pointed hat that was buckled on his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

This little dumpling was struggling angrily in Yan Cen's hands, the jade pendants on its body jingled together, it looked like a Christmas tree.

Xu Muzhou looked at Yan Cen blankly: "...where did you get such a Christmas tree spirit?"

"He should have been hiding behind." Yan Cen paused, let go of his hand, and said helplessly, "Maybe he fell asleep while hiding, so no one noticed."

The little Christmas tree spirit fought wits and courageously against the air for a long time, but Yan Cen suddenly let go, staggered, and almost bumped into Song Xueyao's coffin.

It was only then that Xu Muzhou discovered that what Xiaotuanzi was wearing was not a "cloak", but a heavy filial piety dress with thick white cloth.The filial piety clothes were simple, only fastened with a thick hemp rope at the waist, and most of the whole clothes fell apart during the struggle just now, revealing the deep purple clothes underneath.

There is an exquisite python pattern embroidered on the clothes, if you don't look carefully, it looks a bit like a dragon robe.

——It turned out to be a little prince, Xu Muzhou thought.

"Presumptuous!" Xiaotuanzi wiped his face with his hands, and took off the "wizard hat" under the hood, revealing his little face that was flushed with anger, "Who gave you the courage to disrespect the king! "

As Xiaotuanzi said, he raised his foot and kicked Yan Cen angrily. However, the difference in height was too great, and he only kicked Yan Cen's calf. The strength and lethality could almost infinitely approach zero.

Yan Cen lowered his eyes, and glanced at him lightly. The little prince's back felt chills from his gaze, and he was so frightened that he stepped back a few steps, almost bumping into Xu Muzhou's leg.

Xu Muzhou turned a blind eye to Yan Cen's behavior of scaring the children, and with a smile, he stretched out his hand and poked Xiaotuanzi's shoulder, thinking that he was amiable and softly asked, "Are you Song Xueyao's son?"

He originally thought that it would be easy to deal with a little Douding, but he slapped his hand away and pointed at his nose and scolded him. Said: "Bold slave, who gave you the courage to call your mother's name directly! You dare to touch this king, be careful that this king chops off your claws!"

Xu Muzhou: "..."

It's so fresh, Xu Muzhou thought.He was born under the red flag and grew up in the new era, and he has never experienced the dross of feudal society.It was the first time that someone pointed their noses and scolded a slave.

But Xu Muzhou was not angry because the other party was a child who was not as tall as a person's waist.He was surprisingly tolerant of this kind of ignorant creature, retracted his hand and stood up straight, and continued to ask, "What are you doing here?"

The little prince has probably been smooth sailing since he was born, and anyone who sees him will kneel down. He has never seen such a bold servant like the two of them. Hearing this, he feels extremely humiliated. into a puffer fish.

"Hey..." Xu Muzhou sighed, feeling that there was no way to communicate with him, so he looked at Yan Cen again and asked, "How many children are there in the harem?"

"Three or four." Yan Cen was not too sure: "Song Xueyao gave birth to the eldest son, but I heard that the imperial concubine also has a son."

The appearance of the two of them discussing the secrets of the palace completely angered the little prince, but it was a pity that Xiao Tuanzi was short-handed and short-legged, and was sandwiched between Yan Cen and Xu Muzhou, with Song Xueyao's coffin behind him, and the empty main hall in front of him, There is no place to run.

"Looking at your age, you should be Song Xueyao's son." Xu Muzhou said, "What are you doing here? I miss your mother?"

The little prince was startled.

"Oh, that's not right—" Xu Muzhou thought he had made a slip of the tongue, so he corrected his words first with a good attitude: "Is it because you are reluctant to part with your mother?"

Xu Muzhou is pretty when he smiles. He doesn't have a deep-rooted concept of hierarchy, even if he knows that he is in front of a prince, he doesn't feel any fear, and he speaks easily.

The little prince was probably shocked to the extreme, but became numb instead. He looked at Xu Muzhou vigilantly, and refused to speak.

But no matter how precocious a child is, he is still a child. Xiaotuanzi thinks that he hides his thoughts very well, but he doesn't know that they are all under the nose of adults.

Seeing the red circles under his eyes, Xu Muzhou wanted to look back at the coffin from time to time, and felt a little pitiful.

Losing a mother at an early age is a great sorrow, not to mention that this is the eldest son. He must have set an example for his brothers and sisters during the day, and he was so suffocated that he secretly hid in the mourning hall and waited to come out to accompany him at night when no one was around. Mother.

This kind of job of coaxing children is not suitable for Yan Cen, Xu Muzhou sighed, took the initiative to take over the job, and asked, "Have you been here these days?"

The child still refused to speak, but just raised his head, glanced at him quickly and then looked away, almost writing the word "guilty" on his face.

"Okay." Xu Muzhou said: "The case is solved, the 'ghost' is here."

Xiaotuanzi was such a big person, if this place was really haunted, this kid would have been the first to run away, and at worst he would be discovered.But so far he can still hide here secretly, which is enough to show that he may be the "ghost".

The ancients talked about it, and the errand of guarding the spirit was inherently a bit supernatural, and it was normal to hear something while half asleep and half awake, so it was normal to spread rumors.

Yan Cen was noncommittal, he frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Douding.

The little prince stared at him sternly, and asked, "Why are you staring at me!"

"Have you seen anyone else here these days?" Yan Cen said, "I mean, you think there are special people."

Yan Cen's tone was very cold, with a bit of coldness close to an interrogation, the little prince frowned and refused to cooperate: "Bold slave, my king—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Cen's eyes instantly turned cold.He seemed to be impatient, and reached out to hold the saber at his waist, pressing his thumb on the handle with a little force, and a section of the blade was already out of its sheath.

The sword used by the Commander of the Pingjian Battalion was a real one, with a cold light and a buzzing sound when it was unsheathed.

The little prince probably found that this person was really different from the eunuchs and maids he usually saw. He was full of evil spirits, as if a disagreement would kill him, so he was finally frightened by Yan Cen, and the second half of the angry reprimand came directly from his throat Choked back into the stomach.

He looked at Yan Cen in horror, and quickly stepped back a few steps, waving his short hands.

"Hey——" Xu Muzhou couldn't stop him in time, and watched the little prince's back hit the coffin.

Song Xueyao's coffin was made of golden nanmu, which was full of weight. Xiaotuanzi's weight didn't shake even when bumped into it, and it was very stable.

The little prince hurt his back, tearfully reached out to support the outer wall of the coffin, trying to stabilize his body.

Xu Muzhou was having a headache as to how to deal with this child, but he was taken aback for a moment, and his little hands quickly groped on the coffin a few times.

The expression on the little prince's face changed in an instant, from bewilderment to surprise to aggrieved, it was so wonderful that it could be put together into a kaleidoscope of emotions.

"Mother!" the little prince gripped the edge of the coffin, kicking his calf to try to make himself taller, and complained: "...they bullied me."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

What the hell, Xu Muzhou thought.This kid is being wronged, do you want Song Xueyao to get up from the coffin and avenge him?

The little prince's kicking action brought the covering cloth to the side, and a corner of the originally neat cloth was rubbed off.Xu Muzhou saw that he was getting more and more aggressive, so he couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to drag him down before talking.

However, Yan Cen's expression changed suddenly, he grabbed Xu Muzhou's arm and pulled him behind him, then he pulled out the saber from his waist with his backhand, and lowered his body to stab the coffin fiercely.

Xu Muzhou was taken aback, only to realize that Song Xueyao's coffin was erected by an empty wooden frame.

In the next second, a black figure slid out of the coffin like a loach, stood up from the ground a few steps away, and rushed out through the side door non-stop.

Yan Cen dragged the little prince who got in the way off the coffin and threw it into Xu Muzhou's arms, then turned over from the coffin and chased after him.