Cui Yu looked at her, only to see that after she finished saying this evil art, she snorted angrily and said coquettishly:

"This person strangled the deceased with grass and trees before dissecting his heart, maybe he wanted to frame me, if my aunt and grandmother don't find out, he will have his surname!"

"You don't have a chance." Cui Yu reminded her ruthlessly.

“？？？” Xiao Qiwei raised his head and looked at Cui Yu with a puzzled expression.

"If you marry this king, you can only take the surname of this king in the future."

Xiao Qi pursed his lips and muttered.

"But I don't want to be called Cui Xiao, Lord Wang, why don't you change your surname?"

"Nonsense." Cui Yu pinched her waist, but the words were as doting as ever.

Xiao Qi was a little itchy by his pinching, and moved back and forth in his arms.

"Originally, this title is not decent."

Cui Yu didn't know where it was unsightly, "Why is it unsightly?" ”

Xiao Qi suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, raised his head close to his ear, and whispered a few words.

I only heard Cui Yu's ears feverish, and whispered to her again:

"Nonsense again!"

"This is the wisdom of the ancients, why am I talking nonsense? What is the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach **, and there are a few times to sit under the flowers**, and the red wall of the silver Han looks into the distant ......"

The more Cui Yu listened, the darker his face became.

"Good poetry, don't distort it into anything!"

There are so many poems, she can't remember a single sentence, but she remembers these improper.

Xiao Qi looked at his straight face, and suddenly remembered that when he was in the hot spring pool that day, his face was full of color at that time, but it was not like now.

She suddenly raised her hand to hook his neck and whispered:

"You can try it another day when you have time."

But in just one sentence, a layer of sweat appeared on the back of the dry Cui Yu in the cold wind.

"Messing around again."

Xiao Qi was not ashamed, wrapped his neck around his neck, tilted his head and said coquettishly:

"You have to learn more and try more, maybe you will like it very much, and then you will liberate my **."

Cui Yu: "......"

As he spoke, he had already arrived at Yizhuang.

Cui Yu stopped the horse, Xiao Qi didn't want to alarm anyone, Cui Yu carried her over the wall and went in.

Yizhuang was guarded, but by this time he had already slept.

Cui Yu pushed the door and entered, and all the dead in the coffin at this time were placed in the coffin.

"How do you find out who cut their hearts?"

"I have a dream grass that I can empathize with."

"Huaimengcao?" Cui Yu was slightly surprised, "It is recorded in the third volume of "The Cave Meditation": The mountain of fire, there is dream grass, like a pu, the color is red, the day shrinks into the ground, and the night comes out, also known as Huaimeng. With its leaves, you will know the good luck of dreams, and you will test it immediately. Emperor (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) Si Li can not get the face of Mrs. Li, Shuo (Dongfang Shuo) is to offer a branch, the emperor is bosom, and the night fruit dreams of Mrs. Li. Is this Dream Grass? ”

Xiao Qi didn't know what the cave was about, but this Dongfang Shuo was indeed dedicated to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

"That's right, if ordinary people have it, they can sleep night and night to meet the people they want to see. If this dream grass is infused with spiritual power, you can peek into the past and empathize with it in your dreams. ”

"Is it dangerous?"

The first thing Xiao Qi did when he saw the prince was worried about his own safety, and smiled coquettishly in his arms and said:

"I have the prince to protect the Dharma."

The delicate and soft voice, even if it is very gloomy here, can't resist the warmth in his heart.

Xiao Qi took out Huaimeng Grass from the Qiankun bag and handed the gossip plate on his body to Cui Yu.

"If I don't wake up after half an hour, prick my finger and drip blood in the center of the gossip plate, then the dream will break itself."

"Why?" Cui Yu looked at her gossip plate and knew that this was her important thing.

"When Master taught me this technique, he said that unless you have to, you should not use it frequently.

Not to mention the loss of spiritual power, he will be locked in his dreams because of the emotional ups and downs of the person he empathizes.

Later, I studied for a long time and found that this gossip plate could bring me out.

It turns out that this technique is not commonly used because it consumes too much spiritual power.

Now, this pair is proper, the prince has given me so many **, and I am full of spiritual power, so I am naturally not afraid of consumption. ”

In the dark, Cui Yu's face was slightly hot, and he said in a low voice:

"Don't talk about it in front of anyone in the future."

"I didn't mention it before, all the dead people here, don't count, I'll mention it to the prince."

Cui Yu coughed lightly and held the gossip plate in his hand.

"When will it start?"

"Now."

Xiao Qi held the dream grass in his hand and put it on the person who died today, leaning on Cui Yu's arms, and when he recited the incantation, he was weak and soft in her arms.

Cui Yu shouted at her, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

At this time, since he was a child, why did her master let her use less dreams to empathize with her, it was during this time, if someone hurt her, she didn't know at all, and she didn't have the ability to fight back.

Cui Yu picked her up and let her lean in her arms, which was more comfortable.

And Xiao Qi had already fallen asleep at this time, she was not interested in this person's past, she just wanted to know the cause of death.

Xiao Qi was invisible in his dreams, and came and went with that person.

He was originally a deputy envoy of the Beijing Patrol Battalion, and his skills were quite good, and his future was very good.

It's just that he is a little greedy and lustful, and he often goes to pick the moon building for recreation.

In recent days, after he got off the government, he often rode out of the city on horseback, and he went all night.

Xiao Qi's soul went with him, only to see him go to a temple on the outskirts of Beijing, Xiao Qi looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that this was the nunnery called Longquan Temple that she passed by when she returned to Beijing.

On that day, there was a resentment above the temple from afar, so I asked where the prince was.

The prince said that it was here to hold high-ranking officials and those relatives in the royal family who had made mistakes, and it was normal to think that there were grievances.

Xiao Qi didn't know why he was here.

Waiting for him to enter a side room, Xiao Qi saw that the nun in the temple brought in a little nun, and saw that the little nun was not very old, about the same age as Zheng Xun.

Xiao Qi was still thinking about what was going on, and then he saw this person pulling the little nun.

After that, Xiao Qi knew.

In the dream, she followed the man's emotional ups and downs, and when she resisted, she was dominated by the man.

She was disgusted and angry, and at this time Cui Yu was holding Xiao Qi who was asleep, she was moving uneasily, Cui Yu comforted her and patted her.

Finally, Xiao Qi survived until the end of the man.

The Dao Gu was carried down by the people in the temple, and the deputy commander Shi straightened his clothes and rode back.

It was on the way back that I met a person.

That person's body was extremely fast, and no matter how good the deputy commander Shi stretched out, he was also subdued.

Xiao Qi watched him tie the person tightly with vines, then reached out and took out the dagger, which slowly fell.

It's just that the person who cuts out his heart, Xiao Qi feels that something is wrong.

His pupils are dilated, there is no point of cohesion, and if he is either a dead man, he is a puppet controlled by man.

The fear, struggle, and despair of the deputy conductor Shi before his death, Xiao Qi experienced it all over again.

The taste of death is really uncomfortable, but fortunately, Xiao Qi can still control this person's emotions, and when the knife fell, she recited a spell and woke up from her dream.

The moment he woke up, Xiao Qi buried his head in Cui Yu's arms and calmed down for a while.

Cui Yu patted her lightly and asked softly:

"How's it going?"