Chapter 682 Female Disguised as a Man: My Imperial Uncle is a Ghost (1O2)

And the other side.

Inside the palace of King Heng.

Qing Soul raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

After confirming that you are not mistaken, what you are in front of you is really your own master.

Immediately walked up quickly, "Master, are you back so soon?" ”

The man glanced at him lightly, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and strode towards the inner courtyard with his hands in his hands.

Qing Soul sensed that something was wrong with his emotions, and the aura around him was also very impressive.

But he was stupid and sweet, he just thought that the master was a little tired, and he didn't think much about it, so he followed quickly, and was still asking, "Master, how is it, isn't it particularly happy that His Highness the Seventh knows that you went to see her?" ”

The words 'Seventh Highness' successfully stopped the man's footsteps.

also managed to touch his bottom line.

Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned.

The green soul also has no eyesight.

He deserves to be scolded.

The man tilted his head, his eyes sparkling like knives looking him up and down.

"This king is unhappy, what does it have to do with you? Go down and get your punishment! ”

Qing Soul was stunned by this.

As soon as I wanted to open my mouth to ask something more, I heard a loud "bang".

Ye Nanfeng slammed the door slammed down, obviously not wanting to deal with him.

The green soul stood outside the door in a daze, scratching his head blankly.

He...... Why did he go down to receive the punishment again?

The master went to the border once, why did he come back like this?

Could it be that His Highness the Seventh has stimulated him again?

Only the Seventh Highness can let the master be like this......

Qing Soul sighed bitterly, he had just received the penalty a few days ago, and he had gone to receive the penalty again so soon......

He's still a kid! He's still growing!

How bad is it for your body to be punished every day......

**

Ye Nanfeng originally postponed the early dynasty on the grounds of illness, but in fact he wanted to stay with Bai Zhen.

And for the past two days, he has really been bedridden.

It's not that it's sick or whatever.

I just don't know what to do.

This feeling of bewilderment and dazedness returned.

The curtains completely obscured the light, and the room was pitch black, and he lay there, blinking a pair of blue eyes, staring at the roof.

He remembered that when he first became a ghost, he thought about revenge, and later, he began to look around for a way to be reincarnated.

But day after day, year after year, this repetitive and tedious life made him feel at a loss.

There is nothing to look forward to in the future, and nothing to touch in the past.

The whole day is muddy, and life never ends.

That's why he tried to slowly integrate into human life.

At least, abundantly.

Bai Zhen asked him before why he pretended to be Gong Heng and infiltrated the interior of the Great Yan Imperial Court.

His answer was that it was just boring and having fun.

Vera didn't believe it at the time.

But that's true.

He couldn't even remember how many thousand years he was.

His grievances and blood feuds made him obsessed with killing, which later became a boring pastime in his long life.

And Gong Heng's identity just happens to be able to justify his pastime.

But now.

That feeling of confusion is back.

Even killing-killing didn't interest him.

Night South Wind didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it.

He did something wrong.

But I don't know what to do.

He locked himself up in the house for three days.

Qing Soul was obviously worried, but he didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that it would make his mood worse.