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"Zhu Yu? Where's your master?"

After seeing the people on the ground clearly, Chen Sha lowered the curtain and sat down casually. Compared with the man in Tsing Yi who was sitting beside him, he looked sloppy.

"I have gone to Yunyou, and the return date is uncertain."

Zhu Yu opened his eyes, his soft facial features seemed inoffensive, he took the fly whisk beside him, and caressed the animal hair on the front.

"Tsk." No one was found, and Chen Sha didn't want to stay any longer, so he patted the ashes and got up to leave.

Zhu Yu looked at the back of the person who came, and hurriedly called him: "Are you here for the Lingjia town? Master has told me to go with you."

"Whatever." Chen Sha left without looking back.

As the tinge of red in the hall disappeared, Zhu Yu's expression gradually became ferocious, and the finger bones holding Fuchen also turned slightly white due to the force.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the hall.

He put away all his emotions, changed back to that approachable face, straightened his clothes: "Please come in!"

"Immortal, my lord wants to drink the tea made by Jin Fenglu, and I trouble you to find some." The young servant who came to report was dressed in plain white clothes, and he was from the Temple of the Moon God.

"...Yes." Seemingly reluctant, Zhu Yu finally agreed respectfully.

Picking up the whisk, he didn't stay long, and left the hall immediately.

A burst of laughter came from the vine corridor not far away, it was clear and sweet, but it was particularly harsh to Zhu Yu's ears.

The laughing man was dressed in white clothes with golden threads, with a jade face and charming eyes and brows. He was exactly the adult that the servant had just mentioned.

"Brother Moon God, what does the servant in your palace call that immortal?" The purple-clothed woman beside her was lying on the recliner, her rabbit ears twitched slightly as she spoke, and her big watery eyes looked extremely puzzled.

Moon God reached out and caressed those rabbit ears, his eyes were gentle, but his tone was sarcasm: "However, the mortal who is not yet fully cultivated is not the one who brought him up. If he doesn't practice a lot on weekdays, he really thinks that he is among the immortals." It's time."

"You guys, just feed him this?" Ling Xian watched the group of little devils busy in front of the stove for a long time, but the food served out was horrible, with weird shapes and faint blackness.

Pretending to risk his life, he took a sip, and the taste was okay, even the appearance was too ugly.

"Forget it, let me do it." Rolling up his sleeves, Ling Xian stepped forward, washed, chopped and put all the ingredients into the pot.

The little ghosts didn't dare to be idle, they stood by and helped Madam.

Madam made a birthday banquet for the king with her own hands. This kind of friendship is so touching!

Soon, along with the hot smoke, the aroma of food invaded the sense of smell of every ghost in the kitchen.

Ling Xian raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, carefully preparing the birthday banquet for another person as his mother did in his memory.

After returning from Santu Huajing, but still did not see Chensha, Ling Xian decided to go back first, and then discuss the matter of Lingjia Town later.

After tidying up the bedding, she was stopped by the ghost mother and a group of little ghosts as soon as she went out.

"Ma'am," the ghost mother bowed slightly, with earnest eyes, "have you forgotten what you promised me earlier?"

The little ghosts also echoed again and again, but they didn't know what the so-called matter was.

What can he promise the ghost mother?unless……

"Today is Chensha's birthday?"

"Exactly."

Asked how they lived for the ghost king in the past, the little ghosts stared and faltered and couldn't tell.

"Why, it's not your king's birthday?" Ling Xian raised his eyebrows, a little funny.

"...Yes." The little devils did not dare to look up.

Ling Xian:?

"...Then what does he like?" For the answer, he had no expectations.

"...I don't know." The little devils buried their heads deeper, and their voices were muffled.

"Your king, you can't... pick it up?" Ling Xian helped his forehead, and now he felt a headache.

"no!"

When they finally met the one who would answer, all the little ghosts raised their heads in unison, and stared at Madam with warm eyes.

After searching in my mind for a long time, I couldn't find anything except that Chensha likes red.

...and don't blame them either.Ling first patted the little ghosts on the shoulders and told them to go buy some lanterns and come back.

"If you want to be popular, the more the better."

"Hey, is it Chinese New Year?" The little ghost passing by the Ghost King's Mansion scratched his head, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

It seems that New Year's Day has not yet passed, why is this ghost palace decorated with lights and festoons.

Almond bergamot, fish slices with milk sauce, pheasant hanging in the stove, red bean porridge, snow mountain plum, jujube cake...

The little ghosts brought the dishes prepared by the wife to the table one by one, happily.

"New Year's Eve?" Chen Sha pushed the door open and came in, with fiery red lanterns everywhere, very festive.

Today's dishes are also very rich, but they don't seem to be the same as the ones eaten in the past. Is it a new dish developed by Mammy?

"Today is your birthday."

Ling Xian cleaned his hands and came out of the kitchen, tainted by a little smoke and smoke, the corners of his eyes and brows softened a lot.

"...That's it, very good." Chen Sha Shi Shiran sat down, without any special expression, and was ready to move his chopsticks directly.

A pair of silver chopsticks stopped him, and Ling Xian looked at him with a smile: "I made these."

Chen Sha stared at him, picked up a chopstick and swallowed the fish indiscriminately, and said vaguely: "...Mmm, it's delicious!"

Since my mother passed away, it was the first birthday...

"Why are you standing there, you eat too!"

Looking at the group of little ghosts and the human being in the house, the ceremony doesn't seem to be that important, as long as the person is still there.Chen Sha took another mouthful of rice, thinking wildly, her nose was sore for some reason.

Ling Xian sighed, sat aside, and watched Chen Sha gobble it up.

Forget it, forgive you.

The ghost mother looked at the ghost king who only cared about eating, and hated iron for nothing!

After the meal, Ling Xian said he still had something to do, and went back to the world.

The mansion looked very lively, but it seemed that it was not so lively anymore.

Chen Sha walked back to the room under the illumination of the lanterns along the way.

On the neatly folded quilt, there was a small box.

He stepped forward to open it, and it was a small and exquisite smoked cage made of witch hazel, which matched the red dress very well when worn around his waist.

The clear breath of cedar from the mountain stream wafted out, and there was a note at the bottom of the box.

"Your birthday gift should be considered as a return gift for tassel earrings."

Pinning the smoked cage carefully, a smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of Chensha's mouth.

The door was knocked, he put away his things, and after a while raised his voice: "Come in!"

But no one came in.

Chen Sha showed a look of vigilance, and stepped forward to open the door.

It turned out to be the ghost mother, holding a pile of storybooks, piled so high that she couldn't see her face.

Although she didn't know what the nanny was going to do, Chen Sha took the script and put it on the table.

Mammy closed the door, took out a few picture albums from her pocket, and walked over mysteriously.

After clearing her throat, Mammy began to introduce with joy.

"This stack is the book about young master and miss talking about love, you should learn more." Then he pointed to the few books in his arms, smiling a little wickedly, "As for this, it's a secret play picture, used for What do you do, you...you will know it after reading it."

Seeing that the ghost king was absent-minded, the nanny rolled up the script and made a gesture to hit him: "You... learn more! If you are so stupid, Madam will be angry at you sooner or later!"

Without waiting for a response, he rushed away angrily.

Chen Sha slid on the ground, leaning against the bed, took a storybook and flipped through it.

"...It was the Lantern Festival, and the scholar sneaked over the wall to the lady's courtyard, and led the lady out to enjoy the lanterns... More deeply, the scholar came to the back mountain to enjoy the moon, flirted and rolled together , upside down, I don't know what the world is..."

cinnabar:?

Closing the script, he glanced at the name: Miss Pure Love, Pretty Scholar.

What is this all about!Chen Sha rubbed her temples, and decided that it's better to sleep.

Those who are well-informed have already found out why the ghost king's mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons today. It turns out that it is the ghost king's birthday.

The new king has been in office for nearly a thousand years, but this is the first time he has had his birthday, so this opportunity is not to be missed!

Even though it was already night, the Ghost King's Mansion was extremely lively, and there was an endless stream of visitors, all of whom came to give birthday presents.

But none of the ghosts saw the ghost king himself. Mammy said that he was reading at night with a light on in the house, so it was inconvenient to see guests.

Soon, the news that the ghost king was diligent in governing the government and studying the art of war hard on his birthday spread in the ghost domain.

All of a sudden, Cinnabar became the object of everyone's flamboyant learning.

Of course, Chen Sha himself was not aware of these.

The King of Ghosts, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was dreaming that he took Ling Xian out to enjoy the lanterns, and was chased and beaten all over the street by the professor...

Snowflakes fluttered down one after another, covering the sky and the earth, and everything in sight was pure white.

Ling wrapped up his down jacket tightly and hurried into the library.

The first snow this winter came a bit late, and it is already New Year's Day.

There were not many people in the school, and most of them went to reunite with their families, and most of them left because of the long distance and it was inconvenient to go back.

Naturally, there were only a few scattered people in the library. The administrator looked up and glanced at the person who had come, and saw him coming for many days.

Ling Xian went straight to the bookshelf where the local chronicles were placed, found the records about Lingjia Town with ease, and took out a book to read.

The other records in the area under the jurisdiction of Jiangcheng are normal, except for the Lingjia Town...

The records have only been exhausted in the last 200 years, and before that, they were only mentioned in the words of "people's peace and happiness", and there are no other records, as if they were deliberately erased.

He also tried to find the shadow of Lingjia Town in the records of nearby towns, but there was nothing, nothing!

If he hadn't grown up there since he was a child, he would have doubted whether Lingjia Town really existed.

Putting down the vague local chronicles, rubbing his swollen temples, Ling Xian came to the empty corridor and dialed the phone number to his hometown.

Although I am not very close to my parents, there are still a lot of greetings during the New Year and holidays.

Today's wait was extremely long. Looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, white mist gushed out while panting, blurring the numbers on the screen.

The third time I dialed, still no one answered, only a hurried beep came out...

In the dimly lit dwelling, the phone kept ringing, urging people to pick it up.

The thin man sat on the grand teacher's chair beside him, indifferent, his face was hidden in the shadow and his expression could not be seen clearly.

As if he finally couldn't stand the loud ringtone, the man's body moved unnaturally, he stood up and strode towards the landline, unplugging the phone line.

The corner of his mouth opened a strange arc.

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I have an obsession with the tragic life of the protagonist (dog head)

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