The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

"You go down, remember what Mr. Song said, this kind of public opinion is not allowed to appear in the mansion again. Otherwise, you can all get out!"

The guards couldn't bear it no matter how strong they were psychologically, they responded tremblingly one by one, and then rushed out to do business without raising their heads.

Xiao Yun motioned him to sit down, then picked up one of the ledgers in the mansion and continued to read.

Song Qishu felt as if there were nails under his buttocks, and he lingered and couldn't sit still. Looking around, those black-clothed guards appeared in every corner again, as if they had never left.

"My lord, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Yun couldn't be in a good temper at the moment, seeing him ask, after thinking about it, he recounted the script, "This script is quite interesting, there was a scholar who missed the scientific examination because of his poor health, and he always thought it was a child born in the womb. He was very sad when he got sick, but one day a god told him that it was a man-made disaster that he would become like this."

"Man-made disaster?" Song Qishu always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and asked boldly, "Does someone think he is an obstacle and want to raise him to avoid blocking the way?"

He used to read all kinds of articles when he had nothing to do at home, and he was simply addicted to it, whether it was written like this on xx.com, Zhaidouwen.

Xiao Yun smiled noncommittally, "That's what I thought at the beginning. It is not uncommon for the big house to persecute the second house, and there are some people fighting for power and profit. Then I continued to look and found that it was not the case. The difference is too far, alas."

Aroused by his curiosity, Song Qishu was about to ask what would happen next, when a new maid who replaced Yuanyang came up with a curly figure, carrying a plate of glutinous rice snacks, and then retreated to the side with a smile.

Picking up a mung bean stuffed snack and taking a bite, he continued to ask, "Then what is the truth?"

"The truth..." Xiao Shizi also seemed surprised by the follow-up, stroked his lips, "Then tell you, the author wrote that the reason why the scholar lived so half-lived was because of his uncle, who traveled all over the world when he was young, When I came back, I didn’t know where I got the sorcery. First, I adopted the infant son of my deceased brother as a stepson, and then accidentally discovered the baby’s secret, and decided to use him to perform my own sorcery.”

"There must be something special about that baby, right?" I thought it was a Zhai Dou Wen, but I didn't expect the author to have a big brain, and it turned into a fantasy novel.

"Yes, he discovered the secret of immortality. He can raise this baby, and then exchange his blood for himself when the blood is enough. It's scary, isn't it? I was also shocked when I saw this Jump." Xiao Yun looked at Song Qishu with a smile.

He nodded blankly, this story is really bizarre, to the point of doing the opposite.

"Then, what did the scholar do after he found out?"

"Him? You also said that he is just a scholar. He has neither money nor power. Of course, he can only swallow the pain to his heart. One day, he negotiated with the maid who watched him to escape and was betrayed by the maid. His uncle took him back and locked him in the dungeon forever."

Song Qishu was so bad that he choked. He thought that in ancient times, it was all about fighting mandarin ducks, you are thick and I am thick, the scholar and the female ghost, the scholar and the banshee, but it turned out to be a dark story?

Don't let this uncle have a peculiar habit, he just shut down the little black room and played. He suddenly thought of an article he had read a long time ago under the recommendation of his buddy.

Xiao Shizi threw the speech book aside, "These scripts are still too immature, but I think this story is too bad."

He thought for a while and it was true, "This scholar doesn't know how to really resist, and the author didn't explain why his blood can make people immortal. What's even more strange is that if this uncle really did it, wouldn't the world be miserable? But he didn’t describe his behavior at all, what are you hiding?”

Xiao Yun blinked in surprise. He had told this story to many people, but only Song Qishu could interpret it in this way, probably because his brain circuit is different from ordinary people...

"Maybe you're right. The author is probably an idiot, and he doesn't know how to write stories. After that, I won't read his scripts anymore. Those ghost stories are still interesting."

Song Qishu nodded, he also thinks so, it is better to read less of this kind of scripts, it pollutes the spirit, if you have time, it is not good to read some inspirational ones, if you continue like this for a long time, be careful of psychopaths.Since the prince is busy with his own affairs, he can't be idle and tries to communicate with Jia, but Jia remains the same as before, without any change.

Xiao Yun thought for a while, and things here are almost done, and reminded, "I'm leaving for Kyoto in two days, do you want to go back with me?"

Kyoto, he has not left here yet, so naturally he has never seen the bustling Kyoto that people talk about, and he still has yearning, but thinking that this is just living again and again, he refuses in his heart, "I'll go back and discuss with Master. You can't do things alone." Li Banxian is a master of everything.

Xiao Shizi was not angry at his hesitation, as if he already knew that he would say this.

Song Qishu walked out of the study with a sore back and back, and was about to leave the mansion, but there were two little maids gathered in the corner with their backs behind their backs, muttering something.

When I took a closer look, I found that it was a copper basin. The yellow paper inside was burnt to a pile of ashes, and only a little corner was still floating in the air unwilling to be lonely.

He lightly patted one of them on the shoulder, the little maid thought she had run into a ghost, and was about to jump up screaming, but luckily he covered her mouth with quick eyesight and hands.

"It's okay, I'm surprised, what are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Song Qishu, the two girls knew that he was not as unkind as Shizi, so they breathed a sigh of relief, pouted and complained, "My lord, you can see for yourself, if you burn it for Sister Yuanyang, she is also suffering. When I was still in the outer courtyard, I heard that Mrs. Li made a marriage match for her. Although the other party was a bit poor, she was a decent person and a scholar. I never thought that she would end up like this and die so miserably."

As they talked, the eyes of the two girls turned red, as if they saw the same fate that they were about to come from Yuanyang.

Song Qishu didn't know how to comfort them, so he could only take the paper on the side and burn some for them, "Mandarin ducks will be happy in their next life, by the way, you are also working as errands, did you really find nothing that night?"

Just now he went to ask one by one about last night, but the guards didn't know anything about it. Either they said that he was sleepwalking, or they didn't know.

The two girls tugged Song Qishu's sleeves guiltily, and motioned him to get closer, and be careful not to be seen by others.

"Young Master Song, let's tell you, don't tell others!"

Song Qishu's heart moved, he comforted them to calm down, and motioned them to continue, "You tell me, I won't tell others." Fearing that the two of them wouldn't believe it, he added, "Neither is the prince."

They were completely relieved, and said in a low voice, "Actually, we saw Sister Yuanyang that day. She looked pale and didn't know where she just came out, and her expression was also weird. Xiaotao called her but she didn't seem to hear her."

Xiaotao nodded vigorously, and desperately agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, how do you say that word, um... the walking dead! Yes, the walking dead! I also sneaked a look at her clothes, and there are bloodstains in some small details!"

Frowning, Xing'er clubbed her arm, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Xiaotao blushed, "I'm afraid that you're afraid, and you're too far away for me to see clearly. If you don't believe me, what should I do?"

Song Qishu stroked his forehead, and continued to ask in a foggy manner, "Is there nothing else strange?" He didn't want to play a detective game, but he had already asked half of the things, and he was really unhappy if he didn't finish listening.

"This..." The two stared at the copper basin and thought for a while, recalling a thing they had forgotten at the same time.

"Black-clothed guards! Yes, we saw black-clothed guards passing by. Although we don't know what they are doing there at night, I always think that group of people are weird and gloomy all day long, unlike guards. Brother, they are so popular."

They are also very afraid of those men in black. It is said that those people were specially sent by the prince from Kyoto to protect the prince. The prince loves his son and they understand, but they don't look like good enemies no matter how they look, they all stay away from them.

Song Qishu's eyes reflected the paper flakes flying in the copper basin, and the flickering flames suddenly caught his eyes, causing the two girls to cry out in shock. "There's no wind, what's wrong with the fire?"