"Brother Jin, thank you for today's incident." Back in the plum garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ji Xiamo thanked Jin Wuji, and then turned around and entered the house.

"That's right, Brother Jin." When the door was closed, Ji Xiamo made up his head again and made up a sentence. "Accompany me to the Wang's house in the south of the city tomorrow and get up early."

Looking at the closed door, Jin Wuji silently withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Not long after Jin Wuji left, the originally closed door quietly opened a crack, Ji Xiamo determined through the crack in the door that Jin Wuji had really left, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and turned around and threw himself on the bed.

"What the hell am I struggling with?" Ji Xiamo buried his face in the quilt and muttered to himself.

"Childe." A faint voice came from behind him, with an eerie chill. Ji Xia Mo turned his head, and suddenly, a black head hung upside down from the roof, and his pale and bloodless grimace stopped five centimeters in front of him.

Ji Xia Mo got up, passed through the female ghost's body without changing his face, walked to the table and sat down.

"Childe, you're so boring." Yin Su floated down from the roof, sat down on Ji Xiamo's bed, and looked at Ji Xiamo with a resentful expression.

"I just went to the room where Xuemei was killed, why didn't I see Xuemei's ghost?" Ji Xiamo ignored Yin Su's complaints and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I guess I'm going to go down to the underworld." Yin Su shook his legs and thought. "After death, the soul of a person leaves the body, and if there is no concern between the world, he will be taken by the messenger of the underworld to judge according to the records of the previous life in the book of life and death, whether to continue to be reincarnated as a human being, or to enter the way of livestock. If you are a great traitor and a great evil in your lifetime, you will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will be tormented forever, and you will not be able to be reborn. ”

"What about people like you?"

"If you are obsessed with too much after death, or if you have resentment in your heart, the blood in your body will overshadow the death qi, evade the messengers of the underworld, and become a lonely ghost and wander in the world."

"Then what's your obsession?"

"I'm ......" Yin Su suddenly paused, was silent for a long time, and looked at Ji Xiamo with a faint gaze. Childe, you cheat the slave family. ”

"Since people are dead, they should no longer be nostalgic for the world, and they should die early and be reborn sooner, so as not to suffer from this imprisonment again." Ji Xiamo drank all the water in the cup, got up and returned to the bed, took off his coat and lay down.

There was silence in the room, and when Ji Xia Mo was about to fall asleep, a soft sigh came from the top of his head.

"Childe is not a slave family, how can he understand that compared with the cycle of life and death, forgetting the past, the slave family is so sweet and sweet to today's suffering."

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Ji Xiamo opened his eyes, put on his clothes with two big dark circles under his eyes, and fumbled his way on.

On the carriage, Ji Xiamo bit half a cake in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and with the bumps of the carriage, his head was like a chicken pecking rice, little by little.

Jin Wuji sat precariously holding the sword in his hand, looking coldly ahead with a pair of black eyes, the carriage was bumpy, but he didn't move, giving people a feeling as cold as ice.

Suddenly, Jin Wuji only felt his shoulders sink, looked down, and felt that Ji Xia Mo was biting half a cake in his mouth and fell asleep on his shoulder. Jin Wuji's body stiffened slightly, but he didn't push Ji Xiamo away, his body tensed, and his hand holding the sword tightened slightly.

The carriage stopped suddenly after traveling for about two hours, and Ji Xiamo, who was sleeping soundly, rushed to the ground without stopping the brake, Jin Wuji was startled, and quickly made a move, and steadily took Ji Xiamo into his arms.

"Huh? What's wrong? Ji Xiamo opened his eyes sleepily, grabbed half a cake in one hand, and looked around blankly.

Jin Wuji helped Ji Xia Mo up, silently withdrew his hands, and turned his face to the side lightly.

"Little boy, it's time to the ground." The coachman's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Got to the place? So fast? Ji Xiamo gradually sobered up, scratching his head with one hand, a little puzzled.

"Get out of the car." Jin Wuji said a word, and then jumped out of the carriage with a cold face.

"Tsk, what's wrong with this wood." Ji Xia Mo pursed his lips, but still got out of the carriage with him.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm still waiting here in the afternoon." Ji Xiamo handed the coachman a piece of silver, and turned around and left in the coachman's thousand thanks.

"Brother Jin, do you have a waist card?" Ji Xiamo stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth, looked back at Jin Wuji beside him, and said vaguely.

Ji Xiamo stretched out his hand and took out a dark red wooden waist card from his waist and handed it to Ji Xiamo, Ji Xiamo took it and glanced at it roughly, and sighed lightly. "Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"Let's go, Brother Jin, let's go to Liu's house first." Ji Xiamo took the waist card into his arms and quickened his pace.

Ji Xiamo didn't walk for a long time, then he saw a man carrying a burden passing by, Ji Xiamo took out a bone fan, walked up to him, and said with a smile, "Hello big brother, bother to ask, do you know where the couple of the Liu family's clothes shop live?" ”

"Who are you?" The man stopped and looked at Ji Xiamo, who was dressed luxuriously, with a puzzled expression.

"My father died, and I heard that the Liu family's clothes were very good, so I thought about asking them to help my father make a few sets of clothes for the funeral." Ji Xiamo snorted, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already red.

Jin Wuji suddenly raised his head, staring straight at Ji Xia Mo with a pair of black eyes, as if he was holding back his anger.

"In this case, please mourn." The man nodded, already believing □□ points.

"Although the son walked forward, until the end, you will see the left and right roads, the son turned left, walked half a cup of tea, and saw a dead old willow, under the old willow tree, the family that had just done the funeral was the Liu family."

"Funeral?" Ji Xia Mo was puzzled. "Dare to ask why the funeral is happening?"

"Huh...... How could Childe ask like that? The man laughed. Funerals are naturally done because of the dead. ”

"I wonder who died?"

"Well, it's strange to say." Perhaps it was because of Ji Xiamo's kind face, the man simply put down his burden and sighed.

"The deceased is the second son of the Liu family, who just took the Xiucai exam a few years ago, no, he died suddenly. It is said that it was a sudden emergency at night, but we have all seen this Liu Xiucai, although the scholar of the capital is powerless, but he is also ruddy and energetic, where is he like a person who is going to die? It's really impermanent. ”

"I don't know when this Liu Xiucai died." Ji Xia Mo's bone fan lightly touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

"Hmm...... It's been a few days since I died, I think it's been more than ten days. ”

"Okay." Ji Xia Mo nodded and smiled. "Thank you, big brother."

"No thanks, I hope the son will mourn." The man also smiled innocently and left with the burden.

Ji Xiamo touched his nose, and put three sticks of incense on his current father in his heart.

"Let's go ......" Ji Xiamo turned his head, unfinished his sentence, but saw Jin Wuji staring at him upright, and suddenly froze.

"Brother Jin, is there something?"

"The Prime Minister is fine, why do you lie to people that he is dead." Jin Wuji said coldly, quite harshly.

"I ......"

"You are the son of the prime minister, and it is unfilial to curse your biological father so badly."

Looking at Jin Wuji's solemn face, Ji Xiamo's smile slowly faded, and a pair of eyes looked at Jin Wuji coldly.

"Since he is my biological father, why did he let me, my biological son, marry a woman I don't know in order to make himself an official and a knight!"

"......" Jin Wouji

"I know what you're trying to say." Seeing that Jin Wuji was about to speak, Ji Xiamo interrupted him directly, his red lips hooked slightly, and a sneer pierced the person's heart.

"The life of the parents, the words of the matchmaker? Or is it the so-called imperial order that is difficult to do? It's all fucking bullshit in my opinion! ”

Looking at Ji Xiamo's cold face and the sneer on the corner of his mouth, Jin Wuji only felt unusually unfamiliar, and he didn't like it in his heart.

"If you don't want to marry, then don't marry."

"Huh?" Ji Xiamo was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jin Wuji in a daze.

But Jin Wuji didn't give Ji Xiamo a chance to ask, raised his foot to miss Ji Xiamo, and walked forward.

Looking at Jin Wuji's back, Ji Xiamo was silent for a long time, then suddenly grinned, chased after him, hugged Jin Wuji's arm, and looked cute.

"Brother Jin, why don't I marry you."

"......" Jin Wouji

"I'll just tell my dad that you hooked up with me."

"......" Jin Wouji

"Seriously, I think I'd rather marry you than a princess. can not only take me to pretend to be forced to fly with me, but also fight little monsters in Anfu Town. ”

"Nonsense!"

"Jin ~ Brother ~~"

"A manly husband can't do such a gesture, like his daughter's house, which is annoying."

"Then Brother Jin, are you annoying me?"

“……”

"Brother Jin, are you bothering me!?"

“……”

"Brother Jin~~~"

“…… Not annoying. "It's so light that you almost think it's an illusion of a murmur.

"......" Ji Xia Mo