Nishang knelt down with a "plop", rubbed her eyes vigorously, opened her eyes wide and looked around, no matter how she saw through her eyes, she couldn't see why.

She was pitiful and aggrieved: "Lord Wang, the slave really can't see what you said!" ”

Qiao Zimei shook her head at him and said, "She really can't see me." ”

Ling Zixuan looked at her kneeling knee in shock, and sure enough, he didn't touch the ground, pinched his forehead and rubbed it like a headache, and said, "This king may have drunk too much and is dizzy, you go out first." ”

Nishang looked at the table, the prince didn't ask her for wine all day, why drink more? Worried: "Are you really okay?" ”

Ling Zixuan waved her hand and motioned for her to go out.

Nishang went out hesitantly, and when Nishang went out, he asked the woman in white, "Why do you want to entangle this king?" ”

Qiao Zimei unconsciously stood up and spoke, he immediately took two steps back, although he was brave and good at fighting, killing countless enemies, but it was the first time he saw the ghost, his heart was furious, and he said loudly: "Who told you to stand up, kneel, kneel!" ”

"Lord Wang, are you in trouble?" Nishang heard a shout outside the door and knocked on the door.

"This king is studying, don't bother me if it's okay." He responded loudly.

Qiao Zimei saw that he was a little irritable, knelt down as he wished, and said, "The little woman's surname is Qiao, and she is ......."

"This king knows who your surname is, where you live, and your portrait is clearly written, so say the point!" He felt so scary talking to a ghost and wanted to end it early.

Qiao Zimei knew that he was afraid of himself, and said apologetically: "Lord, Zimei knows that she is very presumptuous, if you don't have to look for you, Zimei will not come to disturb you, Zimei is dead, and I am very sad, if you help Zimei this time, Zimei will not appear in front of you again in the future." ”

"According to you, if this king can't help you, you will pestering this king?"

"Zimei didn't mean that......" Her eyes moistened, and she looked pitiful.

Ling Zixuan couldn't see a woman crying the most, although she was a female ghost, but she was also quite beautiful, seeing her like this, her tone calmed down, and said, "What do you want this king to help you?" ”

Qiao Zimei just wanted to complain, but she couldn't help but think of what happened last night and the regretful thing that she and Ai Lang wanted to be separated forever, so she became more and more sad, and choked up: "Zimei is not Qiao Shanshan who came to choose a concubine in your picture scroll, but her sister Qiao Zimei, who was killed by bad guys." Last night, because I was chased by monsters, I fled to the front of the Yongwang Mansion, and I happened to meet you, thinking, thinking about possessing you to dodge, but because you were too righteous to possess you, I threw myself into your sword and was brought in, because the two Pixiu guarding the gate of the palace were too powerful, Zimei couldn't get out, Pixiu only recognized the master, and asked the prince to take me out. ”

Ling Zixuan heard her say that she originally wanted to possess his body, and he gritted his teeth angrily: "You still want to attach this king's body?!" ”

Qiao Zimei kept kowtowing: "Zimei knows that she is wrong, didn't she not attach it in the end?" ”

Ling Zixuan asked, "Since you said that I am upright, why can I see you again?" ”

Qiao Zimei thought about it, shook his head and said, "Zimei doesn't know, maybe Zimei wants to ask for help from the prince, and it is caused by his mental power." ”

"Just now you said you were being chased by a monster?" Ling Zixuan suddenly remembered something.

"Youkai, she has a cat's tail, probably a cat demon." Qiao Zimei recalled.

He suddenly knew that there were ghosts and monsters in this world, and he suddenly felt creepy, and goosebumps rose.

Qiao Zimei took advantage of his wavering a little, so he continued to kowtow and beg: "I ask Lord Wang to help me a lot, Zimei is grateful!" ”

Ling Zixuan rubbed his temples with his middle finger like a headache, and found a reason to convince himself at random, and said: "Okay, okay, for the sake of you and this king's words are also embedded with the word 'zi', this king will help you once, you want to hide in the sword and go out?" ”

"Yes, yes, Pixiu is too powerful, it's better to hide." Qiao Zimei kept kowtowing, "Zimei is grateful!" ”

Ling Zixuan suddenly felt a chill on his back, glared and looked around, and said, "By the way, you can help this king take a look, are there any other ghosts in here?" ”

Qiao Zimei shook his head: "Probably Pixiu is too powerful, and ghosts can't come in easily." ”

He asked again, "Can Pixiu stop the monster?" ”

This question stumped her, and she shook her head: "I don't know, but I haven't found any traces of monsters in the mansion for the time being." ”

Ling Zixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, just do it, he couldn't wait for this female ghost to disappear from his eyes immediately, he took the streamer and said, "Keep up, don't follow so close!" ”

She nodded, and followed him in five steps.

Nishang, who was guarding outside the door, saw the prince suddenly come out, and still held the streamer in his hand, and wondered: "Prince, where are you going so late?" Do you want the slave to call the flower guard? ”

Ling Zixuan said: "This king wants to blow the wind by himself. ”

Nishang asked again: "Then do you want a slave to accompany you?" ”

"No need!" Ling Zixuan had already strode out.

He always felt that there was gloomy behind him, three steps and two steps, and soon he arrived in front of the gate of the palace, and then he motioned for Qiao Zimei to throw himself into the sword.

Qiao Zimei blessed his body and entered the sword.

When Ling Zixuan saw this scene, he still couldn't believe his eyes, he would rather be drunk than believe that there were ghosts in this world, but unfortunately he didn't drink a drop of wine.

When he thought of a ghost attached to the sword, his hand holding the sword trembled.

The guard of the night vigil opened the door, and he walked quickly, and when he went out of the gate, he was far away from Pixiu, and threw his sword on the ground with a "clang", and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet street.

"Thank you!" Qiao Zimei's voice remained in the air, and there was no trace of him.

A gust of cold wind blew, Ling Zixuan's hair stood on end, he waited for a while, walked to the sword and kicked the sword, after making sure that the ghost was gone, he picked up the sword and walked into the palace quickly, feeling that under the protection of Pixiu, it was much safer.

The night guard looked at his strange behavior in amazement, thinking he was drunk.

He didn't sleep after he went back, he wanted to paint, and called Ni Shang to polish the ink, in fact, he wanted someone to accompany him, he saw that there was a portrait of Qiao Shanshan on the desk, and he thought that Qiao Shanshan's eyes were sharp, guessing that he was a tricky master, that, that ghost had soft eyes and was polite, although the two looked similar, but the ghost looked much more docile, I don't know what happened to her......

No! He slammed his fist into his head, crumpled Qiao Shanshan's portrait and threw it on the ground, what was he thinking? He wants to forget the ghost, he wants to forget that there is a ghost in this world!

But he was still very unlucky to catch a glimpse of a white embroidered handkerchief lying on the ground, and in order to verify the owner of the veil, he said to Ni Shang: "Ni Shang, you have lost something." ”

Nishang lowered her head and searched for it: "No! ”

Ling Zixuan beat his forehead in pain again, what should I do with this veil?

Nishang watched in amazement at his unusual behavior, dumbfounded.

In the end, he chose to ignore the veil, which no one else could see anyway, and he turned around and began to paint.

He painted a picture of a beauty, although his painting is not at the level of a master, but the painting is okay, the woman in white in the painting has slightly frowning willow eyebrows, clear big eyes filled with tears, and the appearance is very desolate!

He looked closely at the woman in the portrait, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, why was she the one who painted it? Could this be the so-called ghost obsession?! Frightened by the painting he had made, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Ni Shang picked up the paper ball, opened it to straighten out the wrinkles, and saw that it was a tearful woman, and the blank space was also signed Ling Xi. The prince has painted a lot of beautiful pictures, but they are all painted for the singers of Miaoyintang, hanging on the wall for guests to see, Nishang will occasionally go in and out of Miaoyintang, but she has never seen this woman, her heart is slightly sour.

She asked: "Lord Wang, this woman has never seen a beautiful dress, is it the new singer of Miaoyin Hall?" ”

Ling Zixuan glanced at the crumpled piece of rice paper, and said lightly: "It's not strange that I haven't seen it, she is not human." ”

Nishang said in surprise: "What did you say, king, lord?" ”

Ling Zixuan smiled self-deprecatingly, saying that when he saw a ghost, others not only didn't believe it, but also took him for a fool in private.

He said: "She is just a fictitious woman of this king, so there is no need to make a fuss. ”

Neon Dress Epiphany.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "Three more loud.

Nishang asked, "Lord Wang, it's late at night, shouldn't you rest?" ”

Ling Zixuan was indeed tired and wanted to go to bed for a while, but Nishang was about to retire, but was stopped by him: "Stay and guard." ”

Nishang was very surprised, she had never seen a slave or maid stay in the room for the night, and even when she was sick, she had never let anyone serve her.

The candlelight flickered, and the dim room smelled of peach blossoms, and she blushed and waited for him to wear a wide coat, and when he went to bed, she slowly lowered the curtain.

"Neon Dress." The prince tossed and turned, and sat up again.

"The slave is here." Her cheeks were crimson, and she was expecting something.

"This king thought about it, it is not appropriate for you to keep vigil here, and it is not good for your reputation." He said, "You call Hao Tianlin and bring four or five pots of wine by the way." ”

"......" Nishang paused, and her mood instantly fell to the bottom, but she could only follow the instructions of the prince, "Yes, the prince." ”

After a while, Hao Tianlin appeared in his room with a few pots of wine.

He said, "I'm sorry to disturb your dreams." ”

Hao Tianlin smiled: "Tianlin hasn't dreamed yet, maybe after drinking with the prince, he will have a sweet dream." ”

Ling Zixuan was very interested in this kind of flattery, he laughed, took a pot of wine and pulled the stopper, and drank it with his head held high.

Hao Tianlin said: "The prince is so excited today! ”

Ling Zixuan handed him the wine jug he had drunk, and said, "Drink to help you sleep, come, you drink too!" ”

Hao Tianlin took it and drank it all.

After drinking all the five pots of wine, Ling Zixuan was overwhelmed by the wine, and was drunk on the table, Hao Tianlin helped him to the couch, covered the quilt, and fell asleep on the futon.

Ling Zixuan woke up the next day, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a white and flawless face, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, two rows of thick eyelashes slightly curled, and he was calm, it turned out to be Hao Tianlin, who drank with him last night, he was lying on the edge of the couch, his face was facing his face, and his handsome nose exhaled a warm breath and sprayed his face.

Ling Zixuan sighed in his heart: "After all, it's a man, it's a pity for this face!" ”

Hao Tianlin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, and his grape eyes narrowed slightly, which was very attractive.

Ling Zixuan sat up, patted his head that was sore from wine, and said, "If you are tired, you can not go to the yamen office today." ”

Hao Tianlin stood up, in good spirits, and said, "It's okay, Tianlin went down first." ”

When he went out, he saw flowers waiting in front of the door.

Hua Mantian would wait in front of the prince's door every morning, and go to Miaoyin Hall with the prince, he was surprised to see the disheveled Hao Tianlin come out of the room, his eyes glared at the boss: "You...... Did you sleep in it last night? ”

Hao Tianlin tidied up his clothes, nodded, and left in a hurry.

Ling Zixuan was careless, and saw the white handkerchief lying quietly on the ground, he picked it up, and saw a cluster of beautiful pink peach blossoms embroidered on it, he put the handkerchief into the placket. After washing, they took the flowers all over the sky, each riding two horses, black and white, and went straight to Miaoyintang.

This Miaoyin Hall, was established by Ling Zixuan, there is no shortage of talents who can sing and dance, both men and women, as long as there is an excellent musical talent, you can be selected to settle in Miaoyin Hall, here is mainly a place for the entertainment of rich and noble people, there are three floors, the first floor and the second floor are the elegant seats to watch the performance, a large performance stage was set up in the center of the first floor for performance, there are twelve tables of eight immortals on the first floor, which can accommodate ninety-six people. On the second floor, there are nine private rooms for performances. The third floor is the training ground and the place where the singer lives and rests, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

On the first floor of Miaoyin Hall, the seats are full, each table of eight immortals is placed with rich dishes and fruits, only to see an old man sitting on the stage and telling a story, everyone is fascinated by listening, the old man said that the wonderful place, but also won the audience's warm applause.

The singing and dancing performances do not start until dinner time, but some people only like to listen to books, not to watch songs and dances, and they will leave the stage after the storytelling.

Miao Yin Tang usually sings big operas in the morning, starts talking at noon, and performs songs and dances at the beginning of dinner, covering the tastes of different people, and is often full of seats, and the dishes and drinks are continuous.

Ling Zixuan ordered someone to invite Hua Yingrong, and while waiting, he had a meal, he was extremely hungry and had a great appetite.

A stick of incense, Hua Yingrong came with a girl, she wore a pure white Luo skirt today, coiled up a simple and good-looking tassel bun, pinned a magnolia tassel on the right side of her head, her lower half of her face was covered by a white veil, tall and small nose and cherry mouth looming, the smart peach blossom beauty eyes are particularly prominent, the whole dress is simple and elegant and elegant, and the temperament is out of the ordinary.

Ling Zixuan smelled the extremely fragrant aroma of Bailan, and unconsciously sniffed deeply.

"Lord Wang, the little girl is polite." She saluted the prince, looked at Hua Mantian for a moment, and then stood with her eyebrows lowered and pleasing to her eyes.

Ling Zixuan was meticulous and saw that there might be an unusual relationship between them.

He asked Hua Mantian: "You are all surnamed Hua, do you know each other?" ”

Hua Mantian didn't dare to hide it, and said: "Lord Wang, she is the younger sister of the Lizhou family in the countryside. ”

Ling Zixuan was slightly surprised, and then laughed and said, "Hahaha, what a coincidence! This king looks at the two of you again, you do look very similar, you and the flower girl are about the same height, if you wear women's clothes, you are like twin sisters! ”

Hua Mantian knew that he was relatively short as a man, and said embarrassedly: "The prince is smiling!" ”

Ling Zixuan looked at Hua Yingrong and asked, "Why do you want to marry this king?" ”

Hua Yingrong didn't expect him to be so straightforward, a pair of his blazing eyes, his face flushed slightly, and said softly: "The prince is proficient in music and rhythm, and he is good at the piano, Yingrong has heard the prince play on stage, and the aftermath is lingering, and it has not dissipated in Yingrong's mind for a few days, you are the wishful man in Yingrong's mind." ”

The world said that he was unprofessional, debauched, he didn't expect that what she liked was his talent, I don't know whether to win his favor or sincerity, but he was very useful for her praise, and said with a smile: "The sound of heaven has to be a graceful dance to be worthy." ”

He ordered someone to bring the piano, and with a wave of his hand, he played a song "Fairy in the Forest".