"You are not allowed to go out at night, and there are soldiers guarding the courtyard, which is not like protection, but like ......"

"Incarceration."

As soon as Jiu Mingmei entered the door, she caught a glimpse of many snacks and fruits on the small round table. The hosts are so generous, how can the guests be stingy? She immediately stepped on the table, and with a trick, the orange-yellow orange floated up, and the orange peel was taken off in a flash of white light. With a small mouth, I swallowed the whole orange, which was sour and sweet, and the juice was abundant and tight, which was really happy.

"Practicing the immortal method is so good," Ah Yin once said, "If you want to eat watermelon, you can open it if you want to eat it, if you want to eat oranges, you can peel it with a trick, and you don't have to count sheep if you can't sleep, how good." ”

At that time, Mingmei had just turned into a human form, and because he hated the boring ethereal realm, he decided to run away with his baggage, and experienced the vicissitudes of life, and he could still be cool in the face of his disciples and grandchildren in the future.

When I walked to the door, I saw that the senior brother was sitting on the crane green jade table used by the master to welcome guests and eat watermelon, which smelled very sweet. Mingmei decided to finish eating the watermelon and then run away, otherwise Ayin would be in a panic after eating such a big watermelon, wouldn't she? As a fellow disciple, it is rare to be the same, right?

After eating the watermelon, his mouth was full of watermelon juice, Ah Yin made a decision, and the watermelon juice dissipated immediately. He said something casually, and Mingmei thought it was true, and decided to practice the immortal method seriously from now on, and strive not to count sheep if he can't sleep in the future.

For a while, the master was moved to tears: "Mei'er is finally done!" ”

Master, his old man just choked his throat with tears, and it was by no means that Mingmei covered his mouth with noise, well, absolutely not.

The memories were brought back by an orange, so sweet and sour, so caught off guard.

"It's really like a prison ......sentence," Rujin said in a low voice, "Could it be related to the 'ghost collision'?" ”

"Learn smart." Jiu Mingmei smiled, and then used the immortal method to peel an orange and stuff it into her small mouth, "The ghost that the prince hit is not an ordinary 'ghost', he naturally doesn't want other people, especially the goddess of the campaign, to see it." Otherwise, if you stab the emperor in the future, there will be no good fruit to eat. ”

"You...... What the hell did you create? ”

Jiu Mingmei looked over with a smile, her lips were stained with a lot of orange juice, she stretched out her tongue and licked it gently: "You." ”

Rujinjiao's body was shocked: "...... I? ”

"Would you like to see him tonight?"

Rujin powder's lips pursed slightly, and nodded.

Jiu Mingmei narrowed her eyes and stuffed a long, cold object into her hand.

Rujin looked down, there was a plum blossom carved scimitar in his hand, the blade was like a bright moon, flashing with a cold cold light, and the handle carved a red plum, delicate and gorgeous, like a living thing. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the red plum lightly, and the skin of her fingertips really touched the cold and soft texture of the petals. Suddenly, the petals closed, like opening a cat's mouth, and took a bite!

Rujin screamed "ouch", withdrew his finger, and saw that his fingertip was bitten out of blood by Hongmei. And the red plum on the dagger swallowed the blood beads, a little excited, and bloomed with colorful light. At this moment, the wound on the fingertip hurt again, and the dagger turned into a soft red smoke, which slipped into the finger.

"This ...... This is? Rujin supported his right arm with his left hand, feeling that his right hand was very heavy.

"Give your baby," Jiu Mingmei blinked, "If you want to do it tonight, the Yin Bone Scimitar will be at your disposal at any time." ”

Suddenly, Rujin's heart fluttered, and an exciting picture surged in her mind: she used this scimitar to cut Feng Yilang's throat, blood splashed all over the sky, and the sky turned red......

The sound of midnight sounded in the silent night, drifting and swinging, and spread throughout the Dandu City.

In the prince's mansion, it was also silent at this time, only the prince's residence "Donglin Palace" was brightly lit, and the courtyard was lively.

For a while, it was an old woman who danced the god of "Hu'er Humm" and "Hu'er Humm", for a while, a Taoist priest waved a charm and shouted "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law", and for a while, several monks knocked on Muyuer's "Bangbang......

Oh, the method of human beings to exorcise ghosts and catch demons has not made progress for tens of thousands of years, and there is no sign of "advancing with the times".

"Get out of !!"

A bang exploded in the East Wing Temple, scaring the guys in the courtyard.

Jiu Mingmei led Rujin and squatted on the glazed tiles on the roof of the east hall to join in the fun. Seeing this, his eyes flashed, staring at the tall figure who walked out of the door.

The man of the Feng family, I don't know if he has inherited too much sunshine and moonlight, and he looks good one by one. Although Feng Yilang is not as beautiful as his younger brother, he has his own characteristics: he has a righteous atmosphere, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are majestic, and his body is straight, and he looks like an orthodox prince.

He was dressed in a dark blue satin undershirt with a black coat draped over his shoulders. It was the height of summer at this time, but he seemed to be spending the winter, Rao was dressed so thickly, and he still felt cold. On the decent face, the skin is a little blue, the lips are dry and white, and he looks sick.

The prince's illness is a major national event, and it is certainly not good to be disturbed by ghosts and get sick, and it will not only endanger the virtuous and orthodox image he has established over the years, but also make those who have malicious intentions and vain attempts to shake the prince's position rebel. Therefore, he only claims to be busy with political affairs and overworked, but in fact he is very sick.

Feng Yilang saw the mother-in-law, Taoist priest and monk all over the courtyard, and he was even more depressed, and his face turned blue and blue.

"Gu Yiping." Feng Yilang's voice is low, although there is no emotion, but it is like the wind caressing the pine and cypress, which is particularly good.

Gu Yiping hurriedly bowed and said, "The subordinates are here." ”

"What about the Bamboo Cultivators?"

"Back to Your Highness, my subordinates have sent someone to Zizhu Mountain to invite the immortals down the mountain, but ...... The mountains and forests are dense, and the fairy trail is hard to find, and it has not yet been found. ”

"Useless stuff!"

Gu Yiping was startled, and immediately knelt down to plead guilty.

Alas, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince used to be very calm and temperamental, wise and thoughtful in dealing with people and things, and he was also gentle and polite to his subordinates, and only reprimanded his subordinates strictly when they made a big mistake. But since the birth of this cold disease, His Royal Highness's body has been getting worse day by day, and even his temperament has been turned upside down, and he is irritable and angry from time to time. The subordinates are loyal, but they don't feel wronged, they just hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will recover as soon as possible and return to his past calm and handsomeness.

"Send these old things away, things that don't have the ability to do it, it's annoying to look at!"

Hmm, the official complaint is swift and violent, and it hits the nail on the head.

"Yes."

Gu Yiping got the order, and immediately dismissed the mother-in-law and Taoist priests, and gave a lot of hush money.

Feng Yilang closed his eyes and pondered, feeling that the Donglin Hall had finally stopped and returned to quiet, but it was so quiet that people's hearts were empty. Since when has it been so cold and lonely around you? There is no melodious flute sound of the eldest brother, no sound of the second brother Zhu Xiu's piano, and no laughter of Xiaoyu's child......

More than half a year has passed, and I thought that Xiao Yu was dead, and the bones were in the ground, and everything was over. Even Zhu Xiu has never found Xiao Yu's soul, thinking that he has entered the path of reincarnation. He was sorry for Xiao Yu, but he didn't regret it.

He is not like a ranger like his eldest brother, he is laissez-faire and idealistic; is not like an immortal like the second brother, idle clouds and wild cranes, and the world swims. He had a close relationship with them because of his yearning for that way of life, but in the end he changed from yearning to exploiting. The eldest brother saw it early, but he didn't break it, he just left in the name of traveling, and rarely returned. The second brother was on his side, but after Xiao Yu's death, he left quietly and returned to Zizhu Mountain.

Brotherhood is no longer what it used to be. In the final analysis, he is the orthodox prince of the royal family in the world after all, from birth to death, he is a member of the royal family, guarding the power of the royal family. His selfishness, his ambition, his position of orthodoxy, will not allow anything filthy to get his hands dirty!

So, he never regretted it. When it came to the night, I bumped into Xiao Yu's shadow......

A gentle and delicate woman came out of the hall: "Your Highness doesn't like these people, can the concubine Ming'er go and invite the immortals next to him?" ”