The night is dark and windy, and it is a good time to act.

I saw a black-clothed masked man, under the cover of the night, performing light skills, and in the blink of an eye, he came out of the apricot blossom sky and flew into a mansion.

After half a pillar of incense, he left the mansion empty-handed and flew to the next target.

Soon, the man in black appeared in another wide alley, and the people on this street looked like they were either rich or noble. Indeed, this is the richest street in Tianxiang Country, and almost all high-ranking officials, dignitaries and nobles are proud to live here.

"It's good that these people are all on the same street, otherwise they would have to die of exhaustion." The man in black muttered to himself.

After going back and forth to more than a dozen families, I returned to the place where I came.

"Ouch, I'm so tired, but the soft bed is comfortable." The man in black took off his outfit to go out, did not light the lamp, and threw himself accurately to the soft bed, making a comfortable sound.

The dead old woman actually got more than a dozen show girls for the emperor, and she was going to send them to the palace tomorrow, is this treating the emperor as a breeding pig?

The woman scolded secretly, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and she actually fell asleep, it seemed that she was really tired.

The next day, before Yaxiang woke up, she heard the laughter of Zhuju and them.

"What time is it?" Masaka yawned heavily, to be honest, she really wanted to sleep, but she was woken up by the cheerful laughter of Zhuju and them.

She hadn't slept so contentedly in days, the bed was soft and fragrant, and she really didn't want to leave.

"Mrs. Hui, it's noon." Bamboo was full of smiles, and he couldn't hide it.

"Look, you're glad you have found gold or silver?" Masaka smiled faintly.

"I'm happier than picking up gold and silver, it's really retribution, retribution, the show girls that the old woman chose for her uncle were all evil and shaved their heads by ghosts. Hahahaha. Bamboo couldn't help laughing, and his former steady and dignified ran away without a trace.

"That's it, Madame didn't go to the teahouses on the street, the storyteller simply told the story of what happened last night vividly." Kikuya joined the conversation with a smile.

"Well, more than a dozen, the old man is a breeding pig when she is the emperor." Yaka was still faint, without a smile.

"Why is Madame upset to hear this?" Both of them are very strange.

"There's nothing to be happy about, you said they didn't fall into evil, would the emperor want them? That's the person chosen by the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother listed his mother in the name of the Queen Mother, can he refuse? Besides, it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines, and there are men who like the new and hate the old, and besides, he doesn't have to find a woman by himself, the old woman will find him a good one, and he just enjoys it. Yaxiang looked disgusted, she shouldn't have done more.

In the palace, Fengming Palace, the queen mother's eyes were like copper bells, and she couldn't believe that the women she saw were only half of their hair, and the other half was already bald.

"What's going on here?" The Queen Mother stammered when she spoke, and anyone who saw such a scene would not faint as well.

"Empress Dowager Qi, they probably fell into evil." A palace maid said in a trembling voice.

It's terrible, evil? She doesn't want to be evil, the palace maid fell into conjecture.

"This can't be evil, it must be the soul of the little slut who has returned, the little slut has not been well buried, her soul is not gone, I heard that the mourning family is going to draft the emperor, she must have shaved the heads of those women in anger." The Queen Mother's voice trembled, and she could barely speak.

So rumors spread from the palace of the Queen Mother that Long Yaxiang became a ghost after her death, and her soul will not be dispersed, and whoever is selected as a show girl will be shaved by the ghost.

For a while, no one dared to mention the draft.