From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

Rongguo Mansion's big house and the second room have deep grievances. The patriarch Jia Zhen is a man who sees the wind. Seeing that the old lady has lost power, Jia Yuanchun can't be a concubine, and Jia Zheng, who has been relegated to a commoner, has no future. The big house's Yingchun seems to have entered the ordinary Qingxian's long eyes immediately turned to support Jia Amnesty.

Jia Amnesty even took the word of the family division as an imperial decree, and not only took account of the accounts and copied the ancient paintings in Wang's private treasury and Jia Zheng's study, but also resigned all of Jia Zheng's clean-up ministers, and from the housekeeper Lai down, several The housekeeper copied them all.

The money copied from the housekeeper’s house alone amounted to more than 60 taels, and Jia Amnesty did not put the money into the treasury. He added some money copied from the Wang family, and made a total of 80 taels and carried it directly to the household department. Repaid the silver owed that year.

The Rongguo Mansion ransacked and ransacked the family to pay back the money, and it was very lively for a while.

The royal family did not conceal the inside story about Yuan Chun being sent out of the palace, and now not only the Jia family, but even the historians of the Wang family have been implicated.

Soon new rumors came out. It was said that the emperor and the empress were furious. It was not just Jia Yuanchun who wanted to climb the dragon bed, but Jia Yuanchun's fate was in conflict with Daqing's. But he also vented his anger on the second room and the old lady Jia who sent Jia Yuanchun into the palace.

Everyone sighed for Jia She's unlucky mother and brother, but after Jia She took the initiative to pay back the money owed, Jia She was mentioned again in the court, and only anger remained. The emperor wanted to increase taxes for officials and gentry, and everyone's life was difficult. Well, the national treasury is not poor now, and I don't want to pay back the accumulated silver, but if I don't pay it, I'm afraid that the emperor will take revenge.

After all, after Jia She paid off the debt, the emperor immediately promoted him to Marquis of Rongguo, obviously to remind everyone that Jia She's move won the sacred heart.

On July [-]th, the Ghost Festival, the gate of ghosts opens. This is the eighth Ghost Festival since Chen Xi came to this world.

Today, there is no need to build a cloud bridge to take people up the mountain. Chen Xi looks down at all living beings from the top of the mountain. Although there is yin energy rising on the ground, it is due to the yin energy generated by the weather and the veins of the earth, and no ghosts or ghosts can be seen.

Chen Xi took out a stack of yellow paper and burned it in a corner sheltered from the wind.

"It's been eight years, Yuan Feng. You can live for another seven years due to your illness. You should die now. I don't know if the underworld in this world is isolated, or the world is incomplete, and there is no reincarnation. But the Dragon King said that as long as you write reincarnation You can receive the name of the Lord with the name of time, place and person no matter where you are. I drew some auras for you, which are said to be useful for spirit bodies, but I haven’t tried it. You can test it yourself after receiving it. Take it and manage Hades, see if you can find a way to entrust me with a dream."

In the light of the fire, Chen Xi vaguely saw his friend staggering forward on the road of bones, and a light fell from the sky.

"I want to know, 16 years of living together, even if you don't like entering the entertainment industry, but I don't steal or rob and pay taxes according to the law, why do you want to kill me?"

The fire was extinguished, the phantom disappeared, and the ashes of the paper were swept into the air by the wind.

The mid-autumn festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival. In addition to the Lantern Festival this year, there will also be fireworks provided by Xishan Xianfang in front of the imperial city.

Chen Xi gave Lin Daiyu and Master Miaomiao a break. He wore a scholar's blue shirt with long hair down, tied up with a ribbon, and held a folding fan. He looked like a young man who had just reached his crown.

"Brother Long, are you going down the mountain to look at the lights?"

The Dragon King only wore loose trousers, was half naked, and was carving a stone pillar with a scorpion in his hand. He looked down at Chen Xi and jumped off the stone pillar. His muscles trembled and the dust fell off. He pulled out a black robe from the void, thinking about it. It was stuffed back again, and a blue gown similar to Chen Xi's was pulled out and put on.

Some people don't think of the prince when they wear dragon robes. The Dragon King doesn't look like a literati when he wears a green shirt, and his sturdy and domineering body is too strong. Even if he restrains himself, he still looks like a warrior.

The Dragon King grabbed another foot and a half long red coral from the void. He remembered that this kind of thing was very valuable in the mortal world.

"The big cat takes good care of the house and brings you a roast duck."

"Ow—"

The lanterns are hung high, tourists are like weaving, and the atmosphere of the world of mortals is blowing towards the face. It is stickier than glutinous rice cakes and sweeter than red bean paste, making people linger and intoxicated.

A group of children surrounded the hawker selling candied haws, crying and rolling coquettishly, and the elders couldn't pull her away. Chen Xi's smile deepened.

The Dragon King stepped forward, broke off an inch-long piece of coral and gave it to the peddler, and then carried dozens of candied haws to Chen Xi: "Eat it if you want, I brought money."

Chen Xi looked at the top-quality coral missing in the Dragon King's hand, and then looked at the grass handle full of candied haws, showing the same look of "you prodigal son" as the onlookers.

The taste of candied haws is actually not good. The hawthorn is very sour and has not been pitted. Eating and vomiting will damage the image.

Seeing that Chen Xi had eaten one, the Dragon King stopped eating, so he scattered the candied haws to the children who were chasing after him, and then turned around and broke off a piece of coral to exchange for a rabbit lantern.

"Children only carry this kind of lamp."

Chen Xi was talking, but he still didn't throw away the lamp that the Dragon King gave him.

The real ancient Lantern Festival is much more lively than the street in the film and television city. There are government officers and soldiers patrolling the street with knives, and there are large water storage tanks in front of every shop. Girls wearing caps pass by, smelling the fragrance.

Chen Xi likes to eat. In modern times, as an actor, body management is very important, and he dare not let go of his stomach during the Chinese New Year. Now he doesn’t have this concern. He eats from the street to the end of the street. After eating enough, he uses his spiritual power to carry it for a week, and his stomach will be empty immediately. You can start over again, the only bad thing is that the Dragon King is always rushing to pay the bill, his coral is almost broken and only the main branch is left.

In the front, the servants opened the way, surrounded by maidservants, a group of boys and girls strolled over with lanterns, and the crane in the middle with snacks in its mouth was particularly conspicuous.

Chen Xi lowered his head, pulled the Dragon King over and entered the big inn next to him.

"Sorry, guest officer, there are no vacancies..." Xiaoer with a festive face stopped the two of them. The next second, the shopkeeper squeezed over and looked at the Dragon King, especially the coral in the Dragon King's hand, with a warm smile on his face: "Yes, yes, yes." , there is a private room on the third floor where you can watch the fireworks, the guest officer will come with me."

Looking at the shopkeeper's back with a happy face, he muttered in confusion: "There are distinguished guests on the third floor, didn't you say that you won't pick up other guests?"

"Why are you standing there, why don't you hurry up and work." The companion slapped his festive face, and said in a low voice: "Your eyes and ears are shining brightly, and a person came to the street today to give free rewards worth tens of thousands of gold. Young Master, it is rumored that he came out of the palace, maybe he is brother to the nobleman on the third floor."

Chen Xi dragged the Dragon King into the private room and ordered the shopkeeper.

"Choose a few special dishes."

The shopkeeper glanced at the hands they held together, bowed his head and exited the room.

Chen Xi let go of the Dragon King and came to the window, lowered his head and met the gaze of the cranes in the crowd.

"Shh."

Chen Xi closed the window.

"Master Crane, what are you looking at?" Lin Daiyu followed the gaze of the crane: "Want to go to Qinghe Tower?"

"Qinghelou's vegetarian food is amazing, it's worth a try." The second prince next to him waved a jade fan.

The crane fluttered its wings and went to the restaurant on the other side.

"Master Crane." Lin Daiyu chased after her, followed by a bunch of boys and girls, maids and servants.

Chen Xi sat down at the table, put the rabbit lamp aside, and poured two cups of tea.

"Brother Long, I'm tired of eating too much candied fruit, drink some water."

The Dragon King took the teacup and drank it dry in one gulp. Standing in front of Chen Xi, he passed the hand that Chen Xi had held to Chen Xi's eyes, "You just held..."

"boom!"

The screen in the private room was pushed down, and a drunken man walked over by stepping on the fallen screen.

"I know it's you." Tu Feng threw away the jug in his hand, patted his sleeves hard, straightened his skirt, and smiled: "I knew it was you just by the sound."

Dragon King frowned.

Chen Xi's smile faded: "Lord Zhongshun."

"Call me by name." Tu Feng rested his hands on the table, his eyes were red: "In your dream you always called me 'Feng', it's agreed, when I come back, I'll be a member...uh."

Tu Feng was so soft that he fell to the ground.

"Not dead." The Dragon King withdrew his hand, waved his sleeves expressionlessly, and the people on the ground flew upside down to the next door, hitting their heads on the solid wood table, and it hurt to hear the sound, and the falling screen returned to its original position.

"Brother Long, do you know the Goddess of Life?" Chen Xi got up and pushed open the window for air.

"I've heard of it." The Dragon King squatted on the ground to pick up broken corals.

"He has a Taoist partner? Or a lover? The one with the wind in the name?" The coral was so broken that Chen Xi helped to pick it up.

"The Goddess of Life has no lovers, she fell into the hands of Fengshen." The Dragon King tried to put the coral together.

The system was furious: [Nonsense!Obviously, it was the Creator of the Good Fortune Sutra that killed His Majesty because of the affiliation of the Dao of Life!Fengshen protects His Majesty's true spirit! 】

Chen Xi handed a fragment to the Dragon King: "Who is the creator of the Good Fortune Sutra?"

[It cannot be said. 】

"Emperor of Creation."

[Ahhhhh, I can't mention it, I will be heard.Your Majesty, the Dragon Clan's estrus period speaks without thinking, and you can't believe a word! 】

Chen Xi paused, and looked at the Dragon King thoughtfully.

The Dragon King looked up: "?"

"Can you tell whose reincarnation King Zhongshun is? Is it the Fengshen from the upper realm?" Chen Xi's gaze fell on the Dragon King's ear. I wonder if it's because of the lighting, it looks a little red.

[Fengshen is His Majesty's most loyal subordinate, and also His Majesty's most trusted god. In order to commemorate Fengshen, he named the system elf 'Feng'. 】

Chen Xi reminded the system: "You once said that the authority in the seal is insufficient, and I don't know who is the protector." '

"Sorry, you can't use supernatural powers in the small world, so I can't see it." The dragon king's half-assembled coral was messed up again, and he pursed his lower lip: "I haven't heard of the fall of Fengshen, but it must be the arrival of divine thoughts. The way of heaven favors you, there is no evidence for that." .”

"What about you?" Chen Xi started to put the coral together, "Why are you sleeping in the small world?"

[It must be the dragon god who calculated the location of your reincarnation experience, and he was ordered to prevent you from merging your divine body here. 】

"When you are on vacation, you can choose the small world to sleep until you wake it up." The Dragon King hesitated to speak, and looked away: "The Goddess of Life has a bad reputation. The meaning of the upper world is that if you act too aggressively and don't want to repent, the supervisor It is the responsibility to strike and nip danger in the bud."

[Look, he admitted it all! 】

Chen Xi propped his chin with one hand: "If I act too aggressively, will you really do it?"

"You won't." The Dragon King turned his head and looked into Chen Xi's eyes: "You are cultivating the righteous way."