Recently, Zuo Yu has always looked restless, since she came back from the palace garden on the day of the fight, she always stands alone in front of the window to meditate when she is free, and often looks up at the moon at night.

The night was cold and the moon was cold, Zuo Yu was still in the pavilion, bowing his head and contemplating, sitting for most of the hour, but he didn't move, just frowned.

Zhang Junfang quietly walked over and draped the cloak on her, "More deeply exposed, Yu'er's body bones are so cold-resistant?"

"Alas", Zuo Yu was not surprised, thinking that she had already known that Sister Zhang would come over, but she had always been optimistic, but she sighed today.

"What can make you so sentimental?" Zhang Junfang seemed to be teasing, but his smile was quiet and gentle.

Zuo Yu looked back with a smile on his face, "Sister, you are well-informed, have you ever heard of the art of helping the beggar?"

Zhang Junyu was stunned, "Fu Ping?"

"It's just to invite immortals, haven't you heard of it?"

"You keep quiet, this kind of thing is a big taboo in the palace."

Zuo Yu couldn't help but feel weak when he heard this, looked around cautiously, and then said in a low voice: "Sister, you can try it with me."

Zhang Junfang frowned tightly, his eyes were full of incredulity, "You are crazy, do you know how much it costs to do this!" ”

"The price?" Zuo Yu's eyes were like torches, "Sister has tried?"

Zhang Junfang was a little stunned when he heard this, but for a moment, he said coldly: "No", and entered the house without looking back.

She will always remember her sister's death, so tragic, so sudden, such a bloody lesson, isn't it the price she paid in the end!

And that price, she is still silently bearing to this day.

"I'll be with you."

Zuo Yu raised his eyes in response, only to see Shuyou's face as calm as water, standing in front of him like a chicken.

"You?"

Although the palace is forbidden such witchcraft, there are many people who can be involved in danger, especially those who are not favored, most of them can use this to hold the heart of the king, it is rumored that Wan Guifei has done this, and her method is naturally obtained from Li Zi Province.

Imagine that Concubine Wan Guifei is old and decrepit, and the emperor is seventeen years old, and now the beauties in the palace are beautiful and young, and there is no shortage of people who are shocked, if she doesn't take some way, how can she maintain her favor.

When Zhang Junfang entered the house, Zuo Yu had prepared the sand table and the pen, Shuyou watched from the side, seeing her like this, Zhang Junfang naturally knew what she was going to do, thinking of what Qiaoyan said to her during the day, Zhang Junyu couldn't help but hate it in his heart.

"Sister Shuyou has to think clearly, this technique is not a joke", Zhang Junyu suddenly lowered his voice, his expression was slightly weird, "Maybe, it can kill you." ”

Shuyou was speechless when she heard this, her face was expressionless, Zuo Yu was dazed when she heard it, so dignified, why did Sister Zhang say like this.

Who knows, Youhui has been listening for a long time, and when she heard that Zhang Junyu had fallen out with Shuyou, she was naturally happy, this Wang Qiaoyan, although he is stupid, but he seems to be really good at doing things.

The door of the house is wide open, because the art of supporting the beggar needs to borrow the moonlight, although today is the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the moon is not even the fifteenth day suddenly clear, but it can also be used.

"Have you started?" Shuyou's words became more and more clear, the time had come, and she seemed to be still a little eager to look forward to it, Zuo Yu looked at Zhang Junyu who was standing outside the door, and said, "There is still one person missing."

Shuyou also followed Zuo Yu's gaze and looked at Zhang Junyu stiffly, seeing that she didn't seem to see her, he moved his gaze to Youhui who was sitting in front of the dresser and drawing her eyebrows, Youhui saw her in the mirror, turned her head and stared at her faintly, Shuyou immediately showed a shallow smile, the bleak moonlight reflected on her thin cheeks, coupled with the faint candlelight, this smile was a little weird, Zuo Yu couldn't help but seep out.

"But do you need my help?"

Shuyou didn't answer, still smiling, Zuo Yu couldn't help but be surprised when she saw her like this, but compared to Youhui's enthusiasm today, she didn't feel abnormal.

"Sister doesn't think we're messing around, we're enough, how dare you bother my sister to come over to help."

After hearing this, Hui walked over and said, "You and I have been living here for more than half a month, if I don't even want to help with such a trivial matter, wouldn't it be ruthless and unjust?"

Zhang Junyu smiled sadly, looked towards the room, and saw Youhui and Shuyou standing at both ends of the table, both holding a pen with one hand, and Zuo Yu standing aside.

Youhui and Shuyou slightly opened their lips, as if they were silently chanting something, and suddenly their eyes were closed, and Zuo Yu was a little stunned when he saw the situation, "I... Can I ask questions?"

Youhui and Shuyou didn't say anything, still closed their eyes, and Zuo Yu said, "I want to know, my lifespan."

The pen stopped on the sand table for a long time before it moved around, and drew two small words, 'Huajia'.

Zuo Yu immediately smiled lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Crown Princess, who will it be?"

The pen was not sluggish, but quickly wrote down the three words Zhang Junfang, Zuo Yu immediately smiled after seeing it, his face was calm, there was no wave, and he never looked at Zhang Junfang, after a while, he slowly spoke, "You Ning, how did you die?"

Hearing this, Shuyou suddenly opened her eyes as if she had fallen into an evil spirit, staring at the sand table, as if she was extremely frightened, and muttered, "You Ning... Youning... I don't know, I don't know", he picked up the sand table with a fierce flick of his sleeves, threw it to the ground, and the fine sand was raised to the ground, but Zhang Junfang looked back and saw her name written on the sand table, Zuo Yu asked, what is it?

Zuo Yu and Youhui woke up instantly, and Youhui looked shocked, "I didn't send the gods away, I'm afraid I've angered her." ”

Shuyou looked at it and seemed to be awake, staring at Youhui, without saying a word, Zuo Yu asked in a slightly tentative tone: "Then, what will be the consequences?"

"I'm afraid it will attract bad things."

Zhang Junyu didn't want to believe in the so-called gods, but when he was six years old, he and his sister played as a play to invite immortals, and just like Shuyou today, because he was unhappy and knocked over the sand table, and the next day his sister died in the hidden mountain, she always didn't know whether this was a coincidence, or she really angered the gods, but no matter what she thought, her sister died because of her, if she wasn't competitive and stubborn, her sister would not have quarreled with Qiaoyan, and she would not have fallen off the cliff after all, in the end, she was more unforgivable than Qiaoyan.

Thinking of this, there was a trace of tears on her cheeks, and the cold wind of the winter night swept by, leaving a piercing pain, but how could it hurt her heart.

Yu'er, it's not that Sister Zhang is ruthless and unrighteous, Sister is just afraid, Sister is afraid that you will lose your life like a judge.

"Do you hear me, is this it?"

"That's right, it's the voice here."

The lights were sporadic in the distance, Zhang Junfang looked over, and saw that it was two little people tiptoe with lanterns, and hurriedly turned their backs to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes, and then turned around and walked into the house, bolted the door lightly, and turned around and said, "Someone is coming."