After another game of chess, Zengshou still lost.

"Hey, I know that I stinky chess basket, I didn't expect your girl to be so good at chess."

"Well, it's not Ah Jiu's good chess skills, it's the sixth uncle...... Somewhat...... Hehe. ”

Qin Jiu had the cunning expression of a little daughter.

At this moment, the golden sunlight poured down, the fine little hairs on her face were tinged with a faint gold, the little girl was delicate and docile, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips, no longer the submissive appearance of a few days ago.

Zengshou couldn't help but smile: "It's so good." “

The little girl was stunned: "What's so good?" ”

Zengshou smiled but didn't answer.

He thought in his heart that giving would be more satisfying than receiving, which was really good.

At first, he felt a little pity for the little girl, and when he thought of his situation, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, but he didn't expect to pull a small alliance for himself.

She must have been his first ally, a small, fragrant white jasmine.

After Qin Jiu said goodbye, Xiao Shunzi went to the backyard kitchen to see what snacks there were.

The yard was quiet, and unknown birds chirped in the shade.

"What do you want to say?"

Longevity asked.

The shadow was faint, like a gust of wind that could blow away.

A few days ago he could still say short words, but today he could barely see it, fluttering, as if hanging in the shade of a tree, and did not dare to move a single step.

Since getting this miraculous ability, Zengshou has found that there are many kinds of ghosts that he can see.

There is Yan Hong in the palace, chattering, similar to when she was alive, she can talk and seduce people, and she keeps making noise around people, no wonder Yan Hong was defeated in the battle of the concubines in the palace before her death, and it is strange that she is not used as a gun for this temperament.

Some are like Xianglian in Xianghe County, they can't say a word, they can only look at him silently, a pair of teary eyes, if the poor beauty face is okay, if the tongue sticks out, the eyeballs fall out, the blood is scary, every time it hits, you have to be startled to increase your longevity, and you can swallow the screams that are about to blurt out. And then the rest is like today's Mo Zhanxiang, a few days ago, the shape of the god was still a little shaped, and he could say a few words that were not salty or light, not to mention a gust of wind today, he could be blown away in one breath.

Mo Zhanxiang's shadow couldn't help shaking his head at him, looking at him in a trance, pointing at his neck and shaking his head, but he couldn't say anything.

"Speak, you didn't say anything a few days ago, how many detours I have taken, I said that you ghosts are so confused, I don't know how I died, I don't know what I did when I was alive. No wonder you became a dead ghost at a young age, muddy, and it doesn't matter if you don't have an accident. ”

Mo Zhanxiang didn't seem to hear anything, he still shook his head, covered his neck, and couldn't see his face when he increased his life, he could only see an outline, looking very painful.

"You mean you're speechless?"

Mo Zhanxiang couldn't help nodding.

"Fault!" Zeng Shouteng stood up, and the recliner under him squeaked and shook a few times.

"There's something wrong with you, why can't you speak? I can't speak, what did you ask me to redress before? Find me to redress your grievances, you don't know how the fuck asked, I don't know how I died, okay, now I scared the snake by beating the grass, you can't speak, you trick me? Zengshou angrily pointed to the shadow in the shade of the tree and scolded.

The shadow trembled with fright.

This Lord Qincha was born in the royal family, and the flames on his body were originally much higher than ordinary people, but now that he was ordered by the emperor to go out of Beijing, the flames were even higher, even if he found a few powerful ghosts to pat him on the shoulder, he would not extinguish a lamp. The ghost is most afraid of such a person, this Mo Zhanxiang has gradually disappeared since he came into contact with him, and now he is scolded by Zengshou pointing his nose like this, he is so frightened that he panics, and his body trembles as if he was pulled up by two hands, twisting and twisting, and he can't see anything in an instant, faint and faint, and gradually disappears in the air.

"Hey, don't go, you hang me here, it's hard to ride a tiger, you're running away, what do you mean?"

Longevity roared.

Xiao Shunzi came in with a snack: "Master, what's wrong?" But thirsty and hungry? "There is no place to grow his life, look at him blinking with a pair of crystal eyes, innocent like a little black dog squatting in the backyard of the palace, and like the air after the rain, wet and a little sweet, such a clean person is really an eyesore! He didn't want to kick it over, and he fell to the ground with a sigh of longevity, and at the moment he fell to the ground, he still firmly held the tray in his hand, and hurriedly got up after falling to the ground, looking at the intact mung bean cake and Poria cake, and exhaled a long breath: "It's okay, it didn't fall, Sixth Master." It's just right to eat now, and the kitchen here is really good, so you can eat it while it's hot. ”

Zengshou was stunned, watching Junko lick her innocent smiling face, and there was a faint pain in a corner of her heart, something was bursting and tearing.

"Master, eat it while it's hot, I watched them pretend, checked their hands one by one, and they were clean."

Junko hugged the tray and smiled like a treasure.

Zengshou sat down weakly, pinched a small mung bean cake and put it in his mouth, which melted in his mouth, and it was really soft and sweet.

It seems that in the past two days, Shunzi has been soaking in the kitchen, and making a small bite of dim sum is the rule of the palace, in order to support the royal face, one bite at a time, will not drop the dregs, clean and neat, showing the royal style and decency.

Dim sum is a very common dim sum, and I was tired of eating it in the palace.

But along the way, although not out of the Henan territory, but also quite a sense of eating and sleeping in the dust, along the way Xiao Shunzi took good care of him, eating and drinking are attentive, to the post house, everyone is tired to death, he does not care about his own tiredness, but also to wash his clothes and brush stinky boots. Thinking of this, Zengshou sighed softly.

"Master, choking, drink tea and drink tea." Junko hurriedly shoved the teacup into his hand.

Such a humble and ordinary junko.

"Junko, do you remember your parents?"

Longevity asked.

Junzi smiled on his face: "I remember, there is a younger brother at home, and before I left Beijing, I received a letter from my family, saying that the younger brother of the slave has gone to study in the private school in the village, and he can have a good creation in the future, and maybe he can also become an official." ”

"You don't hate them for sending you out?"

"The family is poor, and there is a disaster, the bark and grass roots are not eaten, and if I am not sent into the palace, the whole family will starve to death, the sixth master, you see, now the slave is so happy with the sixth master, the parents and younger brothers at home can also be fed and clothed, and the younger brother can still go to study, how good."

Longevity thinks, everyone may be a distressed baby held in the palm of their hands by their parents at the beginning.

Shunzi used to be like this, and so did the dead Mo Zhanxiang.

Although he hated Mo Zhanxiang for pulling himself into the complicated situation of the academy and pushing 625 again, and disappearing without a trace, he thought that he was also a living person, made of meat, soft and warm when pinched, and a living person who would love and hate and fight with people, he couldn't help but sigh and scolded: "Grandma." ”

The soles of the ghost's feet are smeared with oil, and this chess game must be supported by itself, and it cannot be reviewed or tricked.

The ghosts and spirits in the academy have to serve them in a pot sooner or later.

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