There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

There is a small pond in the west courtyard of the East Palace, in which there are century-old koi and thousand-year-old turtles.These little ancestors have special personnel to take care of them every day, and they live a comfortable life.

The location of the pond is remote, water lilies are planted all over the surface of the pond, and the peach grove and apricot tree are shady by the water bank. It is a good place to take a break.

A pair of little girls in deacon uniforms were sitting at a stone table by the water, staring nervously at the small mobile phone screen in their hands.

One of these two girls is called Xia Xue and the other is called Le Zhi, and they are both female officials of the Eastern Palace.A certain important person from a neighboring country came to visit today, and the crown prince and Jingnan Hou left the palace early in the morning.The two of them had nothing to do in the afternoon, so they secretly gathered here to pass the time as usual.

Xia Xue was staring at the screen of the mobile phone intently, when Lezhi beside her suddenly let out a short scream.She grabbed Xia Xue's wrist and said, "Stop, stop, she passed! She passed! Did you see it? Did a figure pass by the door just now?"

"Where is it?" Xia Xue stopped her crazily fast-forwarding hands, and dialed back the video progress bar a short distance: "Why didn't I see it?"

"Replay and replay." In desperation, Le Zhi snatched the phone from Xia Xue's hand, and fixed the video at a certain point in time: "Look, it's here."

A little girl suddenly appeared on the screen, she was wearing a flowery skirt, with fancy braids on her head, squatting by the door and playing alone.

This should be an unusual scene, but the strange thing is that the little girl's expression is dull, and her movements are mechanical. If you look closely, her body is translucent, and there is a weirdness everywhere.

The two girls looked at the picture on the screen and fell silent.This video comes from a surveillance video that has been circulating on the Internet recently, and it is said to have flowed from Longyuan Funeral Home.

It's hard to tell if the things captured in the video are true or false, and the content can't be said to be explosive, so it stands to reason that it can't cause any disturbance in the online world.But by coincidence, an adventure blogger with tens of millions of fans was very interested in this video, and the next day he took a popular traffic star to the funeral home to do a live adventure live.

Naturally, this live broadcast was as the blogger expected, and it aroused a strong response.As the popularity climbed, the incident became more and more mysterious.

Regarding the story behind this supernatural event, there are various unimaginable versions circulating in the market.Some self-media even released information about the little girl in the video for KPI.

In less than a week, the supernatural event at Longyuan Funeral Home has replaced the No. 98 bus and become the latest urban legend.

When the video showed that the little girl put down the toy in her hand and walked towards the camera step by step, Le Zhi didn't dare to watch it any more. She asked Xia Xue cautiously: "Tell me, will this be true? In this world Is there really a ghost?"

"Who knows? It is said that many people have seen the ghost of this little girl in the funeral parlor." Xia Xue was obviously much calmer than Lezhi. She scrolled down the page and looked at the comments of other netizens at the bottom of the video with relish: "If you want to talk about evil , is there any place that can compare to our palace? I don’t know how many people have died unjustly throughout the ages, I heard that even the first emperor..."

"Stop, stop, stop, you are crazy, don't talk about your majesty!" Le Zhi quickly interrupted Xia Xue, and couldn't help shivering.She quickly looked around, and then squeezed closer to her companion: "Stop talking, stop talking, I'm already getting goosebumps."

As soon as Le Zhi's words fell, a human voice suddenly sounded behind the two, and that voice asked, "What's so scary?"

The voice appeared out of nowhere, and Lezhi was so frightened that he almost took the phone in Xia Xue's hand into the water.She turned around and looked up, and saw that the person who came was a young man.

The noon sun was very dazzling, and the man stood against the light, unable to see his face clearly for a while.

The palace is heavily guarded, and there will definitely not be any idle people waiting.She only thought that this was a colleague from the palace: "You really scared me to death." Le Zhixin patted his chest with lingering fear, handed the phone forward, and explained enthusiastically: "It's the one from the Internet these two days. In the video, Longyuan Funeral Parlor captured the ghost thing, let me tell you, it’s a wicked thing..."

Before Le Zhi finished speaking, Xia Xue stood up abruptly beside her. When she got up, she didn't forget to tug Le Zhi's sleeve.

"What are you doing?" The girl stood up without knowing why, and looked up the straight trouser legs again. It was only then that she saw the male colleague's face clearly.

"Master Hou!" The girl quickly stood up and hid the phone behind her back.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm just passing by." Ye Zhaoling smiled at the two of them kindly, and sat down at the stone table: "What video is so interesting, let me watch it too?"

Ye Zhaoling only shared the latest hot spots on the Internet with the female officer at noon, and when she returned to her study at night, she also heard about it from Yan Tian.

Don't look at Yan Tian's serious appearance on weekdays, when he tells the story, it is very vivid and vivid.Ye Zhaoling picked up a pen and dipped some ink into the inkstone, and joked: "I didn't expect members of your royal family to be so keen on surfing the Internet."

One week later it will be Dr. Zhengfeng's birthday. The old man does not love gold, silver and elegance all his life. He does not accept expensive gifts, vulgar gifts, and gifts that do not suit his old man's taste.Right now, it is at a critical stage for Rong Zheng to win over Dr. Zhengfeng, and the matter of giving gifts really made the staff of the East Palace spend a lot of time thinking.

Seeing that the day was approaching and the matter of the birthday gift had not yet been settled, Rong Zheng boldly proposed to ask Ye Zhaoling to write a letter as a congratulatory gift.

On this matter, Ye Zhaoling agreed readily, but Rong Zheng's literary quality was mediocre, and Ye Zhaoling's dog couldn't spit out any ivory. Inscribed a group of poems about seven rhythms and longevity by Shen Tianming, a great writer.

"Recently everyone has been discussing this matter. I heard that the video shows an eight-year-old girl from the capital." Yan Tian stopped grinding ink in his hand, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "The strange thing is In reality, this girl is still alive and well!"

"What's so strange about this." Rong Zheng was standing next to Ye Zhaoling, watching him concentrate on his brushwork. Hearing what Yan Tian said, he said casually: "There is no basis for the comments on the Internet, and most of them are hearsay."

"It's not that simple." Yan Tian simply put down the ink ingot, and he didn't even have time to grind the pen and ink: "Some media went to the school where the girl is studying to interview, guess what? The principal's evasive words are full of loopholes, very suspicious !"

"Is there such a thing? Is this girl dead or alive?" Ye Zhaoling asked curiously while writing, "Has anyone contacted this little girl in reality?"

Yan Tiandao: "No, no one knows her whereabouts. Netizens even initiated a topic for her on social platforms. Now all the living people on the Internet are looking for her."

"Hmm." Ye Zhaoling was obsessed with artistic creation, and absent-mindedly replied: "That's really strange."

Ye Zhaoling had a lot of valleys in his heart, and he wrote quickly and steadily. In a short time, a birthday poem was quickly completed.

He put down his pen, took a step back, squinted his eyes to admire his work for a while, and asked Rong Zheng beside him: "Is it too shabby to give this to Doctor Zhengfeng for his birthday? After all, I am not a famous calligrapher."

"No, he will like it." Rong Zheng was very confident in Ye Zhaoling's handwriting. He asked Yan Tian to take out his private seal and stamp his name next to Ye Zhaoling's signature.

"Then I'll add two more pens." After speaking, Ye Zhaoling took a new pen from the pen holder.I saw him casually dipping the clean water in the pen washer with the pen, then picked up the pen again and started writing on the blank space of the rice paper.

Rong Zheng looked at the blurring water marks on the paper, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Longevity and Longevity Talisman." Ye Zhaoling seemed to be selling Dali pills on Tianqiao, and his tone was very exaggerated: "Hanging at home can prolong life and make you immortal."

Rong Zheng was armed with materialism since he was a child, and he looked down on these superstitious feudal superstitions, and immediately commented: "The art of witchcraft."

"You can't talk nonsense. Performing witchcraft in the palace violates the "Regulations on the Administration of Palace Regulations." Hearing what Rongzheng said, Ye Zhaoling was not annoyed.He lowered his head and blew on the water stains on the paper, and said to Rong Zheng, "Buy one get one free today, and I'll write one for you too."

As he said that, he didn't give Rong Zheng a chance to refuse, he grabbed his hand, picked up the pen and began to write in his palm.

There was a cold touch of the brush on the palm, a little wet and a little itchy.From this angle, Rong Zheng could only see Ye Zhaoling's downcast eyes.Only then did Rong Zheng realize that there was a small red mole on his eyelid.

Although Rong Zheng was unwilling in every possible way, he did not stop Ye Zhaoling from letting Ye Zhaoling run amok in his own hands.When the tip of the pen reached the palm of his hand, his heart seemed to be directly touched by the wet and cool tip of the pen.

He couldn't help curling his fingers.

"Don't move." Ye Zhaoling noticed Rong Zheng's small movements, he grabbed Rong Zheng's fingers and held them in his palm.

This gesture was too intimate, and Rong Zheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.In order to hide his confusion, he found fault in an almost unreasonable way: "What did you write? If it doesn't appear, can you be held responsible?"

"It's a good idea, the gift does not include after-sales." Ye Zhaoling kept gestures in his hand, and casually comforted him: "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Yan Tian wanted to go up to join in the fun, so he secretly took a look at Rong Zheng, then at Ye Zhaoling, and decided to sit back in his seat and silently open a book, treating himself as a panting ornament.

A mysterious spell is only a few strokes, and Ye Zhaoling draws it very seriously.With one stroke, one stroke and one hook, the strokes are exquisite.With a faint golden light flashing past, the final touch was finally settled.

Ye Zhaoling gathered Rong Zheng's fingers together and made a fist.

"What was that glowing thing just now?" Rong Zheng also saw the golden light when he finished writing.

"How can there be any golden light?" Ye Zhaoling didn't expect Rong Zheng to be able to see the spiritual power he applied to the spell at the end, and he was a little surprised in his heart.But he still acted nonchalantly, and said, "Your Highness, you are confused."

Rong Zheng looked at Ye Zhaoling without saying a word, his palm was holding wet water stains, the wet feeling was not annoying.

"Okay." Ye Zhaoling let go of Rong Zheng's hand, threw the pen into the brush washer with his backhand, stood up and looked at the prince, and said with a serious smile: "From now on, everything will go smoothly for you, and all evil will not invade."

Before returning to the case, Ye Zhaoling wrote another five-character longevity poem, and said that she was overworked today and had to go back to her room to rest.

After Ye Zhaoling left, Yan Tiancai stood up from his seat and came to Rong Zheng.

"The fire at Qizhi School can no longer be suppressed. An anonymous person took advantage of the heat of the funeral home to announce the real casualties in the fire at Qizhi School. The technical department has proved that the video is forged. It is obvious that someone is behind this supernatural incident. The purpose of promoting is to expose the truth of the fire." Yan Tian's face lost the sense of joke just now, and his expression was very solemn: "It will be a matter of time before the public opinion explodes, and we need to prepare early."

"Understood." The water stains on the palm of his hand had dried completely, Rong Zheng looked down at the "Schrödinger's Mysterious Spirit Curse" in his hand, and said: "Tomorrow, someone will have these two words framed."