Chapter 122: Longevity and Short Life

It's not that she hasn't thought about facing this problem head-on, but although the instinctive startle reaction of the human body is no longer enough to be scared and turn into a fool directly, her body still trembles.

Holding the bamboo flute in his arms tightly, his hair was scattered, and he was stuck in the corner of the bed.

Qin Zhao, the king of war, was even more helpless, he no longer fainted when he saw the blood fan, and then the Astrological Bureau must have seen that Qin Zhitian was no longer crazy and afraid, this time he couldn't take her to the open ground to face the thunder and lightning, besides, he always avoided letting him see the culprit who hurt her.

"This king is guarding here, don't be afraid..."

Sitting on the edge of the narrow bed in the other garden, I also felt that there were 108,000 miles away from the person in the corner.

Nanyang

Qin Cao watched the sky at night, and only a glimmer of light was left in the two stars, but he couldn't predict what would happen next, right now, the time had not yet come, and the southern army had not yet arrived at the opportunity to send troops.

At this time, the sound of the song and swallow dancing came, and only one wall away was the palace of the dancing girl, and she jumped directly into the garden next door, hiding in the darkness.

"Ai Concubine, don't run~" The angry words came from the mouth of the old king with a fat brain.

"If you catch me, let Your Majesty dispose of it, if you can't catch me, you will punish yourself with a glass~" threw a wink.

Qin Cao felt very bored and was about to leave, when a man walked in from outside, this person had seen it during the banquet, Nanyang Changkong, Second Highness.

"Son, see father, princess."

"What are you doing here?" The old king was displeased.

"The son has found a miracle medicine for his father that will help him live forever." After speaking, he presented a pure gold and bright yellow box like a coffin with both hands.

The old king took it, and this is the ancient Egyptian pharaoh who appears in foreign records. Hurriedly opened it to see, it turned out to be a small stone?

"Father, when the blood melts, you can drink it." Said respectfully, and held an empty wine glass with white porcelain like jade in his hand.

"Let Jin Ya come." The dancer stepped forward to take it, and her slender and soft hands pinched the stone-like thing, threw it at the bottom of the cup, and then put her fingertips in her mouth and bit it, dripping a few drops of blood on it.

In an instant, it bubbled up, turned into a half-lamp, made a sound like a spark, and then melted into something as transparent as water.

This miraculous phenomenon is amazing, if it weren't for the preciousness of this thing, he must have let people try to see if there is any unexpected risk, but now he can only enter his own mouth, so as not to let go of the opportunity for immortality.

In the darkness, he was hidden, as if he had never come.

Back to the room, was about to fall asleep, suddenly the heart ached faintly, hurriedly looked up the sky along the window, a bright moon was covered by black clouds, the whole earth fell into darkness, covered the heart and went straight to the courtyard, looking at the sky above the north flickering, light and dark, the capital is about to suffer a catastrophe...

At this time, the voice next door was noisy and busy, "It's going to rain, it's going to rain, put it away quickly." "It was the night rain again, and I didn't have enough fun, mixed with complaints, and went back to my respective palaces.

Jin Ya invited the king's concubines to gather in the garden, creating a momentum, intending to hide from the world.

Qin Cao stood there motionless with an almost desperate look, and between the spirits, he felt that his mortal was frightened.

When he was young, a light rain fell in the sky, and gradually the clouds opened and the moon rose, and the situation in the sky above the north was covered by the moonlight, and he could not see, but the pain in his heart was not reduced.

Suddenly, there was no feeling of rain falling on his face, there was an extra solid-colored oil-paper umbrella on the top of his head, and there was a more plump woman on his side, with a looming waist, half-exposed and plump, and his eyes were cold and cold, not as hot as Fang Cai next door.

"Go away!"

Instead of being stopped, he said, "The little girl can help you." ”

"Don't fight my idea, or there will be no place to die!" With that, he walked out of the room under the umbrella and didn't pay attention to it from beginning to end.

Looking at the back of the departing, he couldn't help but speak: "You have a nightmare awakening syndrome, which will shorten your lifespan!" ”

The door slammed shut, and the woman was by no means as simple as she appeared.

Following

Right Prime Minister's House

The wind and rain were like a rock overnight, and the white cloth hanging in the courtyard and the white flowers tied were all blown and knocked down, and the folds were mixed with muddy water on the ground, and some of them did not know where to go.

Even the white lantern was broken into a bamboo skeleton and blown down to the corner of the wall, and all the funeral items such as the paper money burning brazier, the ever-bright lantern, and the filial piety belt were destroyed.

The whole house fell into panic, and people were scared to expect Ai Ai to think that this must be the young lady's deep injustice and unwilling to be reincarnated.

Li Qing had to preside over the overall situation and invited monks and Taoists to come and do it.

The altar in the front yard, the Taoist priest casts spells, and the monks in the backyard chant cross-legged, all of which are incomprehensible terms, and the recitation is even more inaudible. Fortunately, the daylight was not unusual, and people thought it was working, so they didn't panic so much.

This ritual lasted for 7749 days, and finally waited for the day when the young lady was to be buried.

In the end, the Taoist priest drew a talisman and recited a mantra, pinched the trick Bugang, and said with a vibrating word: "Urgent as a law!" People and ghosts are separated, and you are a lonely soul, forgive! ”

Stepping down from the altar, he said calmly: "Okay, the poor Dao has cast a spell for the revenant soul, and next, you can take everything he had before his death." ”

The Prime Minister's wife went but did not return for a long time, and when she packed up her relics, she wrapped up her favorite treasures from childhood to adulthood, and suddenly remembered that the strong maid who came back from the War King's Mansion had brought back a brocade box, "That must be the most important thing for Xue Rou." ”

Put the burden in his hand on the table, and then go to the cabinet to remove the mahogany brocade box, "click", open it, "Ah!! With an exclamation, the box in his hand and the treasure inside were thrown out, making a "clang" sound.

Hearing this, "Madame, what's wrong with you?" The little maid hurriedly stepped forward to help the frightened person, and the bronze utensils that fell from the ground lay alone in front of her.

They didn't know what it was, how it could scare Madame like this.

I saw the prime minister's wife with dull eyes, looking straight at that thing, and never blinked...

A few days later, it was learned that the mother and daughter who had passed away each had one such utensil, which had been sealed at the bottom of the box for many years, and was called the bronze horn hat, commonly known as Mr. Horn.

At the moment when she was dying, as if she had finished recalling her life, the sins she had created had eaten the fruits of her own sins, and Xuerou met her biological father, an unknown person, who had gone on his own seed, contrary to ethics, and against the way of heaven, how could he have a child?

Southside

There is only one and a half months left before the time to return to Tianyi Kingdom with the emperor, and according to the will of the letter, most of the mountains and forests have been cut down, all of which are in the dry field for standby, and no effort has been spared to build more than 20 huge ships, and some are still under construction.