The rumors drifted like the wind, and at the same time, there was Lu Qinghan who was brought into doom by the rumors.

It was the seventh day he had been at home that he had been sick. The family has invited many doctors to visit one after another, but none of them can be treated.

There is no other reason, this is a heart disease, how can ordinary medicine cure it?

Not only that, but during the period of being sick, people kept coming to the door to inquire about the news in the name of visiting the patient, which made Lu Qinghan very annoyed.

They all listened to the rumors and wanted to find out if it was true or false.

There are also people who not only inquire about the news, but also exert great pressure during the conversation to make him express - the rumors have become more and more unpleasant, and he can not help but take action as the imperial history of the saint and the public opinion.

In the end, it is to take advantage of the public opinion to participate in Wu Shoufu's book, or to turn a deaf ear and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

There is external pressure from official-interpersonal relationships, and internal pressure makes him even more stretched.

The female ghost had been haunting him for ten days, and in the past few days she had been sobbing and wailing more and more, and she was so sad and mournful that she was like a wisp.

In a few more days, I am afraid that he has not been drowned by the foaming stars of his colleagues, and he has not been sent to the far frontier by Wu Shoufu to die of exile.

Facing the same dilemma, there are also Yan Hao, a third-grade official, and Zhang Xian, a fifth-grade official, who are also haunted by female ghosts.

On the one hand, it is the principle of the official-field to protect one's self, and on the other hand, it is the tense mental reason that almost wants to break.

It is like facing the abyss, walking on thin ice, and such a day of frying and roasting is simply worse than the eighteenth layer of hell.

It wasn't until the early morning of the seventh day, when the morning dew was still shining, and the light golden sunlight was shining all over the washed bluestone road, that things took a turn for the better.

When he heard that the servant said that there was a doctor who could cure heart disease outside the door, Lu Qinghan was frightened, and subconsciously thought that it was a god and ghost who appeared and came to cut him off.

But just as he was hesitating, the doctor had already stepped into the house, and the servants were stunned and watched him go in.

Lu Qinghan was furious and was about to drive people away, but he was suddenly stunned.

Because, the female ghost who had been crying in his ear was silent.

He turned his head sharply to look, and found that the terrifying Dao blood marks on the face of the white-clothed female ghost had disappeared little by little, and the yin qi that was wrapped around the female ghost and made people tremble seemed to have eased a little.

The dull feeling that Lu Qinghan had been pressing on his heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated for a moment. He turned his gaze back and looked at the doctor in front of him in amazement.

The man was not tall, but he was straight and slender, and he wore a dark robe on his body, like bamboo and pine. Only this face was half-masked, and he couldn't see his face clearly, except for a pair of dark and deep eyes that seemed to be like the night dew of the stars.

Behind him stood two teenager-like people, one dressed in white and the other in black, both with delicate faces and indifferent expressions, which were different from ordinary people.

Lu Qinghan's mind turned slightly, and he understood that this person really came to be for him but was sick and instructed, and he raised twelve points of respect for this person, poured tea, and watched the seat.

The doctor was also polite, changed two teas, lit a stick of incense, and then confided a few words leisurely.

"There is no good doctor for the disease, and you must ask for it in your heart. The adult's eye sockets are bruised and swollen, and there is no blood on the face, which shows that the depression in the heart has disturbed the adult night and night. ”

"The one that the ghost asks for is just the word 'revenge', which is just a gesture for adults. It is believed that if adults let go of their worries and only follow their hearts, they will surely be completely eliminated and they will be blessed with blessings. ”

"And as for karma afterwards, if the wicked man bears it, what will he do with the adult?"

The man's few words, which were not light or heavy, flowed slowly like flowing water, which were plain and had no reason to say, but when they came out of the man's mouth, they were like a bell ringing, which woke people up.

Lu Qinghan's spirit was shocked, as if the black smoke and miasma accumulated in his chest had been dissolved, as if he had suddenly opened his mouth, and he was refreshed.

I figured it out, and things went naturally after that.

But with a matter on his mind, Lu Qinghan asked respectfully: "May I ask your Excellency's surname?" ”

The man smiled faintly, and his voice was clearer and more empty, like a ringing bell.

"Don't be surnamed Meng."

After saying that, he drifted away with the two young men behind him.

Lu Qinghan stayed where he was, savoring the word "Meng", he always felt a little familiar and something wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar for a while.

I had to turn around and go back to the room half in admiration and half in surprise, and as soon as I looked up, I saw the female ghost who had not left for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed: "It turned out to be him!" ”

It turned out to be the demon Meng Heng on the wanted notice!

"Someone, get that person back!" If you ask the family to toss, it is in vain.

Meng Heng's figure had long disappeared from the corner of the street, and he couldn't be found.

Lu Qinghan was already in a cold sweat. Just wanted to scream angrily and scold himself for almost being toyed with by that demon, but a strange fragrance wafted over, but it made him turn his mind and calm down a lot.

It was a stick of incense that the young man beside him walked over and lit in the incense burner when the man came.

The incense has been burned to the half, and the fragrance is fluttering, like a horizontal plum under the moon, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

If that demon wants to play with himself, there is no reason to do it like this. According to rumors, it is a monster who kills people like hemp and digs out his heart and lungs, how can he have a temperament like a master outside the world, and his voice is like mountains and flowing water.

When I raised my eyes again, I saw that the female ghost was similar to what I had just seen, and her face was much kinder than when she complained about her grievances before.

Maybe what Meng Heng said was true, which resolved some of the resentment of the female ghost......

Lu Qinghan's mind turned a thousand times, and finally made a decision secretly.

What he didn't know was that in the next few days, half of the officials of the imperial court had already encountered him similarly. By the time Wu Youzhen noticed it, it was already too late.

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On the first day of the first month of April, the flying red ten thousand points, the flowers are all gone, only the willow branches rely on each other with the wind, spit out the wind all over the city.

The sky was bright blue and cloudless. It was destined to be an unusual day.

As soon as the officials of the previous dynasty stepped into the Jinluan Palace, they noticed something unusual.

There was a slight spread of tension.

Someone glanced around, and found that he was not the only one who felt this way, and many of his colleagues had serious expressions on their faces. Like an arrow before the bow is opened.

Today is the first time that the Holy One has opened the pilgrimage after recuperating for more than ten days due to illness.

In the past ten days, it can be described as endless wind and rain. First of all, at the beginning, the saint was inexplicably ill, and the ministers only learned a little that there seemed to be a big movement in the Qianyuan Hall that day, and Wu Shoufu even mobilized the authority of the military department and brought the troops here, but what was going on, but I don't know.

Only after that, I listened to Wu Shoufu's insistence, Meng Heng drove the demon fox to make trouble, causing the saint to be bedridden, and the prince was even more overshadowed, which was really immoral, and he had written again and again, asking for the deposition of the prince.

It's just that the Holy One has not responded.

After that, the rumors suddenly spread, and they spread all over the capital for a while. Wu Shoufu almost exhausted his forces and searched every corner of the capital, but he failed to find out the person who fanned the flames and spread rumors behind the scenes.

Right now, he's furious.

Wu Youzhen, dressed in a brocade robe inlaid with black and gold edges, stepped step by step on the white marble stairs and walked up to the main hall.

The officer's boots made a clear sound when they stepped on the clean and washable floor tiles. The ministers involuntarily silenced their voices, turned around, and spontaneously split into two sides to get out of the way.

Even the saints on the throne looked at Wu Youzhen, who was belatedly late, but they were silent and calm, without the slightest hint of reprimand.

Wu Youzhen squinted her eyes with satisfaction, and then she took a step and walked among the ministers without hurrying, looking arrogant.

Someone clenched his fists in indignation, but held back his anger. And let him be arrogant for a while.

Wu Youzhen walked to the front of the ministers as usual, nodded slightly, and led the ministers to kneel on the pilgrimage.

The sound of long live resounded throughout the hall.

However, when he raised his head, Wu Youzhen's face was not half respectful.

In his eyes, the saint needs his support, relying on his ability, and he can't do without the elixir, let alone himself, so what is there to be afraid of?

Even though the rumors have intensified in the past few days, he has not been worried in the slightest except anger.

He was sure that the saint would not have the slightest suspicion of him. After all, the saints have to rely on him for everything, so why should they doubt him?

Just like just now, even if he came late, the saint did not have the slightest dissatisfaction.

Wu Youzhen raised his eyes to look at the saint, and did not respectfully avoid his gaze like others, nor did he report on the affairs of the court and government according to the usual practice, but his attitude was casual, and he deliberately said a word casually.

"The minister sees that the saint's face is haggard today, and his spirit is not good, if he goes back to the Qianyuan Hall to recuperate, why bother to go to the court? In the affairs of the court, there are ministers who decide for the saint. 166 Reading Network