Of course, that's all for later, and my sister will abuse me thousands of times in the future, and I will treat my sister like my first love.

As for now?

Now Yin Huaili just wants to bite the little fool to death!

Because the little fool was talking earnestly: "And...... If you want to kill Xiangxiang, what qualifications do you have to be Xiangxiang's brother? I was the first to disagree!"

It's not because of you!

Yin Huaili thought angrily, how good it is to be a ghost, and a ghost is free.

And once he becomes a ghost, his sister is his, and he can only rely on him alone, and he will not be climbed into bed by a little fool, and he doesn't have to put up with other people lying next to his sister......

Yin Huaili thought in a daze.

He's ......

It's been lonely for too long, too long.

The life of a demon is full of murder and no popularity, and those fools are not worthy of his manifestations.

He misses his sister.

He used to ...... It seems that there was once a 'sister'.

......

The rain was still falling, and the sound of the dripping rain was a bit noisy.

Lin Wenzhou held an umbrella to shield the young emperor from the wind and rain.

Zhou Yanqing's eyebrows were pale and his expression was slightly drunk.

She'd drunk before, and she knew she was a little drunk, but the wine was a bear's guts.

She was bolder than usual, but her mind was clearer.

Since meeting the powerful ghost Yin Huaili, Zhou Yanqing began to ponder those things that were too superstitious about gods, Buddhas, ghosts, and monsters.

There must be traces of existence, there is no one next to the palace, but there are miscellaneous history books, which were collected by successive emperors.

She had read Da Zhou's "Metaphysical Chronicles".

Among the many books, this "Metaphysical Chronicles" is the most reliable, and in order to get rid of ghosts, she once met Master Huishan of the Nine Sacred Temple, and the credibility of "Metaphysical Chronicles" has increased a few points.

Some of the opinions of Master Huishan coincide with the "Metaphysical Chronicles".

People and ghosts have different paths.

At first, she just wanted that she didn't want her life and death to be subject to Yin Huaili.

However, after the little fool's incident, her heart was full of anger.

She stared at the grave in front of her, the rain making it muddy, and her white boots stained with mud.

The soldiers brought by Bai Ruohe, the head of the forbidden army, were digging her grave.

The corners of her lips pursed into a light smile like a quiet orchid.

Elegant, mysterious, fresh and quiet.

But it's also inexplicable, like a bit of cruelty and tyranny.

"The Emperor's ......"

Yin Shao, a young man like a wolf cub, glanced at Zhou Yanqing timidly.

Today's Zhou Yanqing, there is no anger in his eyebrows, but his quiet and elegant appearance is terrifying.

Lin Wenzhou and Yin Shao have been serving by Zhou Yanqing's side for a while, according to their understanding, Emperor Yongyin is not as rumoredly and tyrannical as the rumors, but he has a good personality, and can be regarded as gentle, humble and kind.

Except for the last time she bloodbathed the court, this was the second time she was angry.

And he was angry twice, one was because of the county lord Huaixuan, and the other was because of the fool Liang Guijun.

The two privately speculated that Emperor Yongyin was probably a very protective person.

As long as he treats the emperor sincerely, the emperor will definitely return it with sincerity.

This kind of 'protecting shortcomings' is more reassuring and makes people want to serve the emperor loyally, which is a good thing, which is beneficial to others and themselves.

Yin Shao handed over a hot Tibetan sleeve stove, the weather was a little colder on a rainy day, and in early spring and March, this ice rain froze people's faces white.

Zhou Yanqing warmed her hands with the Tibetan sleeve stove, but this heat could not melt the ice in her heart, and her heart was still full of cold.

She half-squinted.

"Open the coffin!"

At this moment, the front of the tombstone is buckled down to the ground, and the grave is mixed with sludge.

The seeping rotting coffin was carried out of the grave by the Janissary Army.