Dragon King Father-in-Law Wants to Drown Me [Time Travel]

The light brown cotton and linen robe seems to be casually draped over his body, his hair is tied up with bamboo hairpins, a jade belt is loosely tied around his waist, and he holds a pipe flute in his hand.

The man put down the flute and smiled at them, "Long Yi, long time no see."

It was different from Linghu Su's imagination.

Perhaps because she had heard that Long Wu had been murdered, the image of Long Wu in her mind was so miserable that it was completely different from the elegant and picturesque man in front of her.

Linghu Su asked in a low voice: "Is he your brother?"

Long Yi's footsteps stopped when he saw this person, and he didn't move forward any more. His frown, which he seldom frowned, had turned into a hill, and he stared at him without saying a word.

Linghu Su looked at Long Yi's angry look, and saw that the man's face that was smiling just now was full of doubts.

The two were in a stalemate like this, neither of them spoke.

Linghu Su couldn't stand it anymore, he took the lead to break the silence, and asked tentatively, "You... are you Longwu?"

The man froze for a moment, and was even more puzzled: "Huh?"

Long Yi said "he's not" and turned to leave, but was stopped by Linghu Su.

"Long Yi, don't you know me?" the man asked from behind, with an imperceptible tremor in his elegant voice.

Linghu Su could smell the scent of green grass with a woman's intuition. She absolutely couldn't bear the fact that just after she made a romantic promise for the century, someone came to intervene immediately, and her tone of voice became a bit serious: "Who the hell are you?"

The man leaned forward slightly, cupped his hand while holding the flute, "Han Xiang, 800 years ago in the East China Sea, had a relationship with a dragon girl, so I got a bamboo flute as a gift."

Only now did Linghu Su see clearly that it turned out to be a bamboo flute, at first sight the hole flute was emitting a blue light, and thought it was made of high-quality jade.

Wait, Qingguang?

Linghu Su looked at Long Yi in disbelief, "You gave him a bamboo flute? And taught him to play the song your brother sang to you?"

"It's not me, I don't know him."

Long Yi spoke firmly.

Linghu Su heaved a sigh of relief, "Then let's go."

"Wait." Han Xiang stopped them from behind, walked forward with difficulty, and stared at Long Yi, "800 years ago, on the bank of the East China Sea, you invited me to the Dragon Palace to attend your birthday party, don't you remember? ?”

"not me!"

Long Yi was really angry this time, and dragged Linghu Su away without looking back, leaving Han Xiang alone in the cold moonlight.

Long Yi sat on the tree blankly, staring at the jade plate all night.Linghu Su sat silently with her, she knew that the feeling of losing hope would not be good.

On the second day, the immortals had enough sleep, and they began to chirp energetically early in the morning.

Yan Wang pinched his brows, firmly believing that this was deliberately arranged by the Heavenly Emperor to embarrass him, otherwise how could he be so noisy!I just want to keep their mouths shut!

But this time there was one more immortal, Linghu Su's eyelids twitched when he saw it.It was Han Xiang who held the flute last night.

"His name is Han Xiang." Yan Wang introduced them indifferently.

"Oh." Linghu Su replied indifferently.

The immortals took their breast bones and generals to the world to look for their souls, and ghost messengers from the underworld still went to various places to look for the bodies of children who died because of this.As for King Hades, he finally got his ears clean. He plans to go back to the underworld to approve the register of life and death. Recently, he has accumulated a lot of cases.

Linghu Su's cultivation was not enough to allow her to be exposed to the sun for a long time, so she also returned to the underworld with King Hades.At this time, Xue Hua was already waiting in the hall with the breastbone she had retrieved from her husband.

Hades never waited for Xue Hua to speak on his own initiative, so he took the sternum from him and asked, "Has the foundation of the academy been moved since it was built?"

"Never." Xue Hua added another sentence, "Except for Zangshu Pavilion."

Linghu Su was good at summarizing, "It means that those sternums were buried before the academy was built, and Feng Yan, as the founder of the academy, most likely knew of the existence of these sternums."

"This Feng Yan has been reincarnated in two lives, and the past has long been forgotten. If you want to investigate him, you can only go to the place where he lived." Yan Wang said to Lin Yi and Linghu Su, "But his reincarnation you Maybe you know him, his name is Di Meng, a native of the capital."

Lin Yi and Linghu Su looked at each other, and they started looking for the late emperor with the same eyes, because this person was the most favored little eunuch by the late emperor's side during his lifetime, and the late emperor continued to serve the present emperor after his death, so he should still be in the palace now .

"Where's Your Majesty?" It was only now that Linghu Su found out that the late Emperor had not followed them back to the underworld, or in other words, he had never seen him since he fell into the pit on Wanfeng Mountain yesterday.

Lin Yi: "You won't be thrown on the mountain, will you?"

The first emperor was a mature ghost, even if he wandered into the mortal world, nothing serious would happen.What Linghu Su was worried about was that something was wrong with the late emperor since he went up the mountain, and his behavior was also a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Linghu Su finally found the late Emperor in a pit on Wanfeng Mountain. At that time, he was sitting cross-legged in the pit, his body straightened, as if he was cultivating an immortal.

Linghu Su squatted on the ground and looked at him, "Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"

When the first emperor saw Linghu Su, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was soon suppressed by himself, and said in a straight voice: "Aiqing, help me get up."

Linghu Su shook his head helplessly, jumped into the pit, dragged the late emperor up, and then fell back to the ground.

The moment the first emperor's legs touched the ground, it was as if someone had pulled out his bones, twisted and limp, and sat slumped on the ground.

"..."

The late emperor was ashamed of his own performance, but tried to save face, patted the open space beside him, and signaled Linghu Su to sit down.

"I won't sit down anymore, I have to find someone else." After finishing speaking, he pretended to turn around and leave.

"Aiqing, stop!" The late emperor was in a hurry, and after a mental struggle, he said reluctantly: "Aiqing..."

Linghu Su was like coaxing a child, with a gentle tone: "Your Majesty, you speak, I will listen."

When he saw that he couldn't walk, Linghusu knew that he must have something to hide, but the first emperor had a very good face and would not easily expose his shortcomings to others, otherwise he would not have stayed in the pit for so long without asking for help he.

The first emperor took a deep breath, and then said seriously: "Maybe Aiqing doesn't know that this Wanfeng Mountain used to be the place where the imperial tomb of the previous dynasty was located. After Darong entered the country, the royal family was destroyed and the imperial tomb was leveled, so there is a lot of resentment here. , I feel like I can’t lift my legs when I go up the mountain.”

No wonder the late Emperor insisted on walking when going up the mountain. According to his situation, he might not be able to float.

Linghu Su glanced around, "What's so special about this mountain? Why did you choose the tomb here?"

The first emperor didn't notice the word "du" in Linghusu's words, and rubbed his legs intently, "It is said that a general passed by here with his army, and he met an evil dragon on his way, and he killed it here, and the dragon's bones turned into night." Fengshan. Fengshui here is very good, so it has been used as a cemetery."

"Then why did you build an academy later?"

The late emperor's gaze avoided for a moment, but was caught by Linghu Su Mining, "Does your majesty know Feng Yan?"

"How did I know Feng Yan who was more than 400 years ago?"

However, it was exposed as soon as he said this. When the mountain god said Feng Yan's name, the first emperor was still squatting in the pit and was not there at all.

Linghu Su looked at the late Emperor meaningfully.

The late emperor was uncomfortable seeing her, thought about it, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to be an honest person, "I read it in "The History of the Great Rong Zuzhi", at that time, there were often evil spirits in Fengshan Mountain at night, because the students were so angry So angry, my wife, wife, and grandfather asked people to build an academy on the mountain to suppress the dead souls in the mountain."

"That person is Feng Yan?"

"That's right. Feng Yan is an eunuch. After leaving the palace, he returned to his hometown. He has been in business for many years, and he built an academy here after receiving the instruction from his wife, wife, and grandfather."

"So His Majesty's wife, wife, and grandfather probably also knew about the bones?"

"I don't know about this." The late emperor sighed, "I knew this matter was of great importance, but I didn't tell the King of Hades. After all, it is an ancestor's family business. If I ruin it because of my talkativeness, I'm afraid I won't do it again in the future." It’s hard to be a ghost with peace of mind.”

"Why is Your Majesty willing to tell me now?"

"Aiqing is my friend, and I have never treated friends poorly." The late emperor became more interested, and his tone rose again, "Have you ever been to the temple I built for you, Aiqing? I entrusted my son with a dream to build it for you. "

Linghu Su was taken aback for a moment, that Linghu Su Temple was originally built by the late emperor, so he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Linghu Su took his arm and helped the late emperor up, "Your Majesty doesn't have to do this. Your Majesty asked me to be a Tanhua Lang in the palace examination back then. The kindness of knowing you is already enough."

"Zhen..." The late emperor was about to say something, but he was forced back by the tingling sensation of the electric current flowing through his legs.

Linghu Su led the late emperor away from Wanfeng Mountain. As soon as he came out of the mountain, the late emperor suddenly came back to life, twisting his soul and doing several somersaults in the air, the word 'serious' was completely forgotten.

"..."

Linghu Su could only pretend not to see it.

They put on a mask and came to Feng Yan's hometown - Mingfeng County in Xiyang, but they met an acquaintance here.

The first emperor was surprised: "Snow Flower... why are you here?"

"Family."

Linghu Su explained for him, "Xue Hua is also from Mingfeng County, and Feng Yan was Xue Hua's teacher after leaving the palace."

"So that's how it is." Emperor Xian understood, but he was a little worried, "Did the King of Hades ask you to come here?"

Xue Hua didn't speak, Linghu Su saw his worry, and said to the late emperor in a low voice: "Yan Wang only asked me to come here, he probably came to remember his wife and children, Your Majesty don't need to worry."

The first emperor nodded in satisfaction.

Each of the three ghosts held an umbrella and stopped in front of the gate of Feng's house.

The Feng family is already a big family in the area, but because Feng Yan has no heirs, the current Feng family is passed down from Feng Yan's brother.

Linghu Su went forward to knock on the door, and the person who opened the door was a child in his early ten years old, holding a book in his hand, never taking his eyes off the book, he turned around and walked away after opening the door.

"..."

Standing outside the door, Linghu Su raised his voice, "We were sent by the Imperial Academy to collect anecdotes from all over the country. I heard that the ancestors of your mansion were local figures, so we came here to visit."

The child finally came to his senses and hurried over, "Sorry, please come in."

The late emperor touched the child's head and said with a smile, "It's a material that can be made."

Linghu Su originally thought that after 400 years, posterity would have forgotten this ancestor, but he didn't expect that the entire Feng family would know Feng Yan's life by heart, answering all questions.

A well-dressed lady was inviting her servants to show them tea, while telling them: "The Feng family owes its existence to its ancestors, so naturally I dare not forget it."

Linghu Su nodded politely, and wrote with a booklet in his hand, as if he really came to pick up the wind, "Madam, do you know why Mr. Feng Yan left the court?"

"This is a secret matter in the palace, but it's been so long, it's okay to say it." The woman smiled gracefully, "At that time, the ancestor was on duty in the queen's palace, and the little prince died suddenly. People, the rest were all driven out of the palace. The ancestors came out of the palace at that time."

"I see." Linghu Su nodded, picking up a pen and swishing on the paper.

Before leaving, Linghu Su thought of something, and asked casually, "How old was the little prince when he died suddenly?"

The woman thought for a while and replied, "Ten years old."