The Thousand-Faced Ghost hesitated for a long time before flying down the beam, but he didn't dare to approach the young man, so he hid in the corner and asked, "What kind of deal?" ”

"With your Taoism, can you kill Wang Xiangqian?" Youshu did not answer the rhetorical question.

The black mist that shrouded the thousand-faced ghost began to surge, and it could be seen that he was in a very uncalm mood, and he was in a state of silence for a long time before the wolf said, "Although I am extremely angry, Wang Xiangqian has been on the battlefield, served as a general, and slaughtered tens of thousands of people, and is even more vicious than me. I can only follow him, occasionally giving him nightmares, but I can't kill him. ”

There was a shu's head and muttered, "It is said that ghosts are afraid of wicked people, and this is true." No wonder Wang Xiangqian owes a debt, and that terrible ghost doesn't go to him to ask for it, but wants to pester me. Everyone in the world loves to pinch soft persimmons, even ghosts. When the words fell, he bit his fingertips, forced out a drop of blood, and continued, "I will give you a drop of blood, and you will help me kill Wang Xiangqian, will you do this deal?" ”

The flesh and blood of people outside the world are no less than ginseng fruits to ghosts, and as soon as the ghosts with a thousand faces smell this rich fragrance, the anger around them begins to surge. A thousand heads did not make him smarter, but rather made him lose the ability to think for himself. He quickly forgot about the previous tragic situation and pounced on it with his teeth and claws.

Youshu raised her hand and slapped her face again. The two imps were in a hurry, avoiding the burning purple flames and gnawing at the anger of the thousand-faced ghosts. There was a terrible howl in the room, and it took a few moments before it calmed down.

The thousand-faced ghost who had another face cut off finally became honest, staring at the blood beads on the young man's fingertips, and said angrily, "it, it, I'm done with the previous deal!" ”

Trading with his own blood, Youshu will inevitably take a big risk. But with the presence of the master, he was not afraid, even if he flicked the blood beads on his fingertips into the mouth of the thousand-faced ghost, he sent him away. After a hundred years of Taoism, the already two-foot tall ghost suddenly jumped a few meters high, screaming and drilling out through the crack in the door, which shows that he is eager for revenge.

The two little ghosts were not worried about him, so they immediately followed, and made up their minds unanimously: if the other party is disobedient, they will eat Wang Xiangqian after his death, so as not to leave a disaster for the adults.

The room was quiet, and Youshu stared at his palm, thoughtful. He slapped the thousand-faced ghost twice, the first slap was blazing, but the second slap only came out with a few sparks, which showed that the dragon qi in his body was almost gone, and counting the days, it only lasted less than half a month.

"Looks like we'll have to suck the dragon breath again tonight." He muttered to himself as he picked up the pastry and nibbled on it.

Now, Ji Changye has slept in a separate room with Youshu, and due to the changes in the situation in Beijing, he is often busy until midnight before returning home. On this day, when he walked into the courtyard by moonlight, he saw a candle burning in his house, swaying from side to side in the summer wind, flickering bright and dark.

"Why hasn't Shu fallen asleep yet?" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help but take two quick steps. I think that at the beginning, when the two of them lived in Kaiyuan Temple, Youshu was also like this, lighting candles in the house and waiting, no matter how late it was, when entering the door, he would always say "You are back", which felt indescribably warm.

However, this kind of treatment, Ji Changye has not experienced for a long time. I usually didn't think about it deeply, but I only had a faint sense of loss in my heart, and only now did I suddenly realize that the missing piece was here.

He gently pushed open the door, and saw the young man wearing a robe, lying on the table and sleeping sweetly, I don't know what to dream of, the pink thin lips were closed one by one, the tip of the tongue sometimes poked out and sometimes squirmed, bringing out a little saliva, and he looked very stupid.

"I'm sure I'm feasting in my dreams again." Ji Changye shook his head and smiled, while stepping forward to wipe the saliva for the young man, while carefully carrying him to the bed and covering the quilt.

Feeling that the body was hanging in the air, and falling again, Youshu immediately opened her eyes, and saw a slender figure in the haze, staring at herself, because of the backlight, she couldn't see the expression, only a pair of eyes revealed a bottomless love.

"Master, are you back?" He clenched his hands into fists and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"How many times have I told you, don't rub your eyes like this." Ji Changye pulled his hands apart, then sat on the edge of the bed, and said slowly, "Pour a glass of water." ”

This was not said to Youshu, but to Ah Da and Ah Er, who were standing at the door. Ah Da immediately poured a cup of herbal tea and served it with both hands. Ji Changye took it and fed it to the young man's mouth, putting one hand on the other party's jaw so as not to wet the placket.

Youshu took a small sip, licked her chapped lips, and then took a small sip, and took a long time before drinking a glass of water.

Ji Changye didn't feel bored at all, but stared at the young man directly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After drinking the tea, Youshu saw that the young man had not moved for a long time, and couldn't help but tug at the corner of the other party's clothes, "Master, why did you come back?" ”

"There is something going on in the court." Ji Changye stroked the young man's smooth hair, and said slowly, "Youshu, do you want to know the current situation of the Wang family?" ”

The big and small things of the Wang family, the two little ghosts will come to report every day, but Youshu is more willing to listen to the master. He moved to the inside of the bed, patting the empty seat next to him, "Come up and talk." "It's a posture that is intended to be a long talk.

Ji Chang Ye Ye Ye Yi washed up briefly, took off his robe and boots, and then climbed into bed and habitually took the young man into his arms.

Master Xuanming led three hundred monks to meditate at the gate of the city, and the emperor was willing to leave only after the emperor found out the results. The emperor was furious and ordered the three divisions to strictly investigate the matter, and posted the emperor's list on the same day to ask for clues. Speaking of this, Ji Changye reached out to grab the teacup on the table.

Youshu knew the opportunity very well, and immediately crossed over to him, took the teapot first, directly put the spout to the young man's lips, and asked while feeding the water, "And then?" Did you find a clue? "Wang Xiangqian is the secretary of the military department, and he is also the prince's confidant, so there should be a way to smooth out this matter.

But he missed his master. Ji Changye had already intended to destroy Wang Xiangqian, so as to place his own manpower in the army, how could he let go of this great opportunity? He had already ordered the relatives of the young children to be bribed to denounce them.

On the other hand, the county lord of Anhua thought that Wang Tianyou was evil and didn't want to make a big deal about it, but he didn't expect Miaochen to be killed, only to know that he almost stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, and suddenly new hatred and old hatred surged together, and immediately entered the palace to complain to Xiao Guifei, causing Xiao Guifei and the prince to hate the Wang family deeply, and scolded Wang Xiangqian, who came to ask for sin, and drove him out.

The ministers of the DPRK and China were accustomed to judging the situation and sizing up the situation, and when they saw that Wang Xiangqian had lost his trust, they fell into the trap one after another, not only impeaching him for not being strict with his godson, but also pulling out many old cases, such as embezzlement of ink, dereliction of duty, and cruelty to colleagues.

The roots of the saint's ears are soft, and there is the pillow style of Concubine Xiao on the one hand, and the announcement of the ministers on the other, and he soon issued a decree ordering Wang Xiangqian to suspend his post and reflect. This time, Wang Xiangqian himself is difficult to protect, where can he have the spare strength to save his son?

Ji Changye detailed all kinds of inside information one by one, and sighed, "Now, the case has been clarified, your cousin is really crazy, not only killed Miaochen, but also tortured seven or eight young children alive. What's more, his biological mother and sister also knew about it, and instead of stopping him, they also aided him in his abuse and helped him find prey. Dali Siqing will present the situation to the emperor, and the emperor issued a holy decree, sentencing Wang Tianyou to remove his fame and never hire him, and he will be exiled for 3,000 miles after 50 years, and he will be escorted to Lingnan tomorrow, and there is no possibility of turning back in this life. The Lin family's godson has no way to help the concubine, and has been demoted from a wife to a concubine, and the marriage between Wang Junxi and the prince has also been canceled. If there is no one to help, the Wang family will inevitably decline and fall apart this time. ”

The son and daughter were completely destroyed overnight, and the position of the wife that he had managed to win was also erased. A poisonous woman like her, who refuses to let go of even a baby in swaddling clothes, does not deserve sympathy. People are watching the sky, isn't the qiē suffered by her and her children the retribution for the evil done in the past?

Youshu has an expressionless face, but the small dimples on the cheeks are sunken, which shows that she is in a good mood.

Ji Changye said so much, naturally to please the young man in his arms, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but reach out to poke his small dimples.

Youshu did not dodge, but leaned over a little to facilitate the young man's movements. He blinked his big black and white eyes and asked, "What about Wang Xiangqian?" ”

"Wang Xiangqian has been removed from his post and confined to his home." A fine light flashed in Ji Changye's eyes. In order to compete for the vacated position vacated by Wang Xiangqian and his old department, the crown prince and his family have now fallen into infighting, which gives him an opportunity to take advantage of. After half a busy month, I finally made a profit.

Youshu nodded and didn't ask any more. As the saying goes, take advantage of people's illness to kill them. Wang Xiangqian is at the lowest point in his life, and his momentum is bound to be depressed, and it should be very easy for the Thousand-Faced Ghost to do it at this time. Maybe it won't be long before the Wang family will have a funeral.

Thinking like this, Youshu finally put her mind at ease, covered her mouth and yawned.

Ji Changye saw that he was sleepy, so he hurriedly hugged him and lay down, and murmured, "Sleep." ”

Youshu vaguely agreed, closed her eyes for a moment and suddenly came to her senses. No, patronizing and listening to gossip, I forgot even about business, and I have to take a breath of dragon breath tonight. He pinched his big leg to drive the sleepy worm away, and when the young man was breathing well, he quietly got up and sat cross-legged beside him, staring at the beautiful thin lips with bright black eyes without blinking.

"Master, master? Are you asleep? He wiped the fine sweat from his palms and called softly.

Ji Changye seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, but in fact, he had already woken up. This time, he was not surprised, but his mood was more nervous than the last time. Almost immediately, he guessed what the boy was trying to do, and his heart stopped. As the burning snort drew nearer, he tried to tell himself to turn his back, but he couldn't do it anyway. He thought he would resist desperately, but in fact, every nerve, every pore, every thought that crossed by lightning spoke of longing.

He couldn't help but open his lips for the kiss that was coming.