Wu Wangfu, Ciyun Yuan main hall!

The hall is full of vegetarian, cold and dull, and the spirit card looms among the white silk, and it is the spirit hall!

Underneath the offering table, a straw mat covered with a white cloth is visible as a thin human figure on the protrusion.

"You ...... You guys are so vicious, the little prince is just seriously ill and sleepy, why do you ......"

Outside the mourning hall, Wu Fu's face was pale, his eyes were full of sorrow, and he roared in anger and despair.

"Hey, it's a dying person, put it here, and save it again, hahaha!"

"That's it, that's it, Mr. Wu is also an old man in the palace, now the palace is not rich, if you can save it, you can save it, you can also understand us!"

"Brother Dong is right, it's not easy for us to be subordinates, don't toss a few brothers when you are old!"

A few sturdy servants, with ruffian faces, hugged their arms, laughing and laughing, and the angry Wu Fu trembled all over, almost fainting.

If it weren't for the support of faith in his heart, with his mutilated body, he would have been unable to support it a long time ago!

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

Just when Wu Fu was desperate, a shrill roll call came.

I saw a group of little eunuchs with white and bearded faces, as well as several palace stewards, surrounded by a middle-aged eunuch with a proud face and narrow eyebrows.

The faces of several servants changed, and they fell to their knees in panic, glaring at Wu Fu fiercely, with a hint of threat.

"Father-in-law Han, the little prince is seriously ill and fainting, and the high fever does not stop, please look at the past situation, please ask a doctor to help......"

Wu Fu obviously knew the person who came, and he was busy to call for help.

But what made him look dead was that this 'acquaintance' who had drunk with him just waved his hand coldly, and was thrown to the ground by an oncoming force, and fell to the ground.

Aging like him, his eyes were full of stars, he was out of breath, and he almost fainted.

No one noticed that in the mourning hall, the 'corpse' under the white cloth trembled violently.

"Hmph, the holy man is in front of him, shouting and shouting, what kind of system is it? Wu Fu, you are also an old man in Beijing, so you don't know the etiquette?

Thinking that you have been away from Beijing for many years, my father-in-law will not care about these things with you, and Wu Ming, the grandson of King Wu, will obey the order. ”

Gonggong Han put on a full shelf, glanced at the white cloth placed in the inner hall with disdain, and didn't care whether Wu Ming was there, and said sharply, "There is a decree on the saint, King Wu died young, leaving only his grandson, I can't bear to be adrift outside, and now I go back to Beijing to guard filial piety, and I am very relieved."

So, tonight the palace will meet and give a banquet to comfort my concerns!

"Father-in-law Han, the little prince has been tired all the way, and now he is seriously ill and unconscious, how can ......he participate in the imperial banquet?"

Wu Fu's eyes flashed with Venus, and he endured the pain of dizziness.

"Wu Fu, this is not under our control as a slave, as for the illness of the little prince, go to the imperial doctor, put the dress here, and send it away. ”

The people of the palace didn't pay attention to Wu Fu who was standing still, and hugged Han Gonggong and walked away.

"Wait, how can you do this? This is the only blood of the old prince...... Ah, the way of heaven is unfair, has even the emperor forgotten the merits of the old prince......?

Syllable!

The hoarse and desperate roar came to an abrupt end with a slap, and Wu Fu fell to the ground, spitting out the few remaining teeth mixed with blood.

"Dog minion, the emperor is also something you can criticize, if it weren't for the past feelings, the miscellaneous family would kill you with one palm today!

If you want to die, it's easy to find a white silk to hang on!"

Han Gonggong went and returned, Yi Yiran threw down the white handkerchief that wiped his palm, and left with a vicious word that did not hide his malice.

Obviously, he didn't look at any 'past feelings', but forced people to death!

......

"Haha, sure enough, it's the most ruthless emperor's family, what kind of monarch and courtier's affection, let's go, the old prince is gone, the prince is also gone, and the old slave is meaningless to live, so go down with the little prince...... Woo!"

The old man glanced at Wu Ming, who was motionless, and dragged the chair tremblingly, tied two white silks, and hung his neck while crying.

"Fauber, Fauber!"

At this moment, the 'corpse' under the white cloth suddenly got up, and Wu Ming shouted hoarsely.

"Your Highness, you ...... You're not dead?"

Wu Fu's figure froze suddenly, the dim light reflected on the old face of the orange peel, staring at the green cloudy old eyes, and hooked up.

"Yes, I just fainted from hunger and had a dream, a dream...... Mother, she told me to live well. ”

Wu Ming's face was not red and he was not panting, he secretly twisted the root of his thigh, squeezed out a few tears that were not salty or light, and looked at the portrait above the offering table with sadness.

Wu Fu fell to the ground with a snort, hugged Wu Ming and cried to the ground: "It's all old slaves who are useless, tired and hungry, fortunately the princess is blessed by the spirit of heaven, the sky is pitiful!"

Hoarse and crying, he couldn't speak clearly, blood mixed with tears flowed, and Wu Ming was confused.

"Fubo, it's okay, I'm still alive, I won't let people bully us like this again!"

Wu Ming endured the discomfort caused by the withered hand like a chicken claw, and his heart was faintly sour.

Memories are compatible, empathetic!

Even if he changes to a mature soul, the unwillingness and anger buried in his heart are extremely real.

It's just that his heart is as strong as iron, and he won't be revealed easily.

"Your Highness said yes!"

Wu Fu's heart was throbbing, and he didn't notice Wu Ming's changes, but he felt that his little prince had encountered a big disaster and was enlightened.

Grunt!

His stomach was bulging, and Wu Ming was almost overwhelmed by hunger, and he didn't care whether he was respectful or not, he reached out and grabbed the offerings on the table.

Wu Fu was stunned by his disrespectful behavior, and didn't know what to do for a while!

Boom!

His body was as weak as Wu Ming, he barely touched a fruit, knocked down a tattered lotus lamp on the offering table, and smashed it on his head, and a wisp of blood flowed.

"Ouch! Yilan Po and others are also coming to deceive ...... Me!"

Wu Ming grinned bitterly, covered his head and forcibly endured the Venus in front of him, casually stuffed the fruit to Wu Fu, grabbed the lotus lamp and was about to throw it, but he was suddenly stunned.

"Little prince, you are weak, don't be angry!"

Wu Fulao's eyes were full of worry, and he didn't see the hint of surprise in Wu Ming's eyes that were covered by the tips of his hair and instantly shrunk like the tip of a needle.

"Ha, it's okay, this may be my mother reminding me!"

Wu Ming snorted to cover up the past, reluctantly put the lotus lamp back on the offering table, and wiped the shriveled fruit and gnawed it.

These offerings have been placed for a long time, the skin is wrinkled, and the incense and candle offerings have long been cold, which shows how 'dedicated' the people in the palace are.

Wu Ming, who was full of worries, tasted like chewing wax, and in front of Wu Fu, he didn't dare to look at the lotus lamp again, let alone notice that a few drops of blood stained on the lotus lamp disappeared in a flash of blue and purple light.

Wu Fu looked at Wu Ming with tears in his eyes, and he wouldn't notice this vision!

"Anla, uh, if my mother knew, she would understand!"

Sensing the abnormality of his gaze, Wu Ming's subconscious personality was troublesome, but fortunately, improvisation was his forte, and he hurriedly made amends.

Along the way, unconscious, feverish nonsense, enduring the pain before entering the city, he shouted intuitively, and he was in a coma until now, when he was completely compatible with the large number of memory fragments in his mind.

Basically, I understand the current situation, how can the word 'miserable' describe it?

Where can I take care of it, what offerings are not offered, if I don't eat something, the two of them will have to burp!

The dignified prince was forced to eat his mother's offerings, the world is a strange news, how disrespectful is this?

"Woo, princess, the old slave is useless......"

Wu Fu beat his chest and feet, holding the shriveled fruit, and the old tears were all over the place.

Looking at Wu Fu's toothless bloody mouth, Wu Ming's heart darkened slightly, and he silently took the fruit and crushed it and put it on the offering plate, so that he could persuade him to eat it.

I don't know if it's because of the other world, although the offering fruit is not short, it is still delicious and juicy.

Wu Ming, who only had half a life left, gnawed a few offering fruits in a row, and finally regained a trace of strength.

Wu Fu was tired and ruthless, and was slapped again, his heart fluctuated, and under the mixture of joy and sorrow, he finally couldn't support himself and fell asleep.

......

"A poor man, too!"

Glancing at Wu Fu with pity, he folded the white cloth a few times and covered him, Wu Ming stared at the green eyes, grabbed the plate on the table in front of him, and it didn't matter if it was bad or not, it was just a nonsense meal.

It's no wonder that he was really sick and tortured along the way, and he was hungry!

But a pair of eyes like hungry wolves are staring at the lotus lamp on the offering table!

"How is it possible? How can this thing be here? I clearly remember that this is the cultural relics of the Great Buddha Temple, in order to snatch back this bullshit precious cultural relics, so many people died, and Lao Tzu finally took his life, how could it be ......?"

Even if he accepted the fact of crossing the other world, Wu Ming still couldn't conclude the authenticity of this lotus lantern.

Because, it is too similar, the cultural relics that have been in his hands, based on his memory, will never admit mistakes.

Not only the patina position on it, but also the missing three lotus petals, or the missing wick and base dents, are exactly the same!

But he clearly remembered that when he was seriously injured, he died with those foreign ghosts.

In such an explosion, shattering bones is the inevitable end, where can I care about any precious bronze relics?

"Could it be that I crossed over, and it has something to do with this broken lamp?"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he grabbed the lotus lamp and looked left and right, but he didn't find anything famous, so he threw it back to the offering table in discouragement.

......

After three plates of offerings, Wu Ming licked the corners of his mouth and looked at the portrait and spiritual position.

In the mourning hall of the imperial concubine, there is not even a person who guards the spirit, the incense is cold, the white silk is fluttering, gloomy and cold, as if telling the wordless desolation.

"The mother and mother are strange and pitiful, one is widowed at home, and the other is hostage, wading back from mountains and rivers, and finally burping.

It's not easy, forget it, the dead are the greatest, come to Zhuxiang! Who made us good people!"

Wu Ming wiped his hands indiscriminately, trying to make himself feel a little sympathetic, and shamelessly put on the pillar incense.

The incense was broken, there was no open flame, and it was inserted into the incense burner.

After sitting quietly for a long time, I sorted out my memories and found that it was far more complicated than I imagined.

The predecessor was just a thirteen-year-old boy, and his mind could not be compared to someone like him who had broken through the Daoshan volcano.

"Some people wish that this unlucky child died, King Wu is worth a lot of money, it is nothing more than some external objects, and there are many white-eyed wolves.

This otherworldly cultivation to the depths can really be the same as the legends of the immortals in ancient China, moving mountains and seas, flying to the sky and the earth, bluffing, right?

However, these few humble fruits are not bad, and by now, my stomach is hot.

I have used "Innate Gong" for 30 years before I have a sense of qi, maybe ......"

Thinking that the internal force that he had pursued all his life might reappear in his own hands for those who practiced martial arts, Wu Ming was extremely excited.

The iron will cultivated by countless life-and-death battles almost instinctively calms the mind and exercises according to the mental method.

Perhaps because of eating the fruit of the other world, after half a day of practice, the navel began to heat up, and there was a faint air flow surging in the dantian.

As the saying goes, if you practice a breath inside, only by running the qi for a small week in the dantian can you be considered to have achieved the first success.

"There is a door...... Ahem!"

Just wanted to complete Xiao Zhoutian's lap in one go, Wu Ming's heart and liver trembled, his whole body trembled, the heat flow disappeared suddenly, and he spit out a mouthful of old blood in pain.

It's so good that it doesn't die, and it just happened to spit on the lotus lamp.

"Code, obviously I have a sense of anger, I don't believe in evil ......"

Under the temptation of the coveted internal force, Wu Ming came up stubbornly, and his heart was ruthless again, but he was suddenly heard as crisp as a child, but it was a strange and inexplicable laughter, which made his neck cold and froze still.