Wanjiang took a step towards the child and took it back.

His head was raised unconsciously, his eyes were as far as possible not to collide with his vision, the hand holding the pebble was raised and patted his chest, and he pretended to be uncomfortable and coughed a few times.

"Ahem, why do you suddenly have a little sore throat."

After speaking, she cleared her throat in a good manner, and when she saw that the little ghost did not suspect anything, she sat back down as if nothing had happened.

After finishing everything that should be done, Wan Jiang quickly slipped out, and did not dare to speak until he stood under the sun.

"Sister Xin, who was that kid just now?"

"I don't know." Sister Xin thought about it after speaking, and thought: "It stands to reason that I am a vicious female ghost, and with me by your side, other little ghosts dare not approach even if they know that you can see ghosts, and they don't know either." ”

Wanjiang was at the foot of the house, no wonder she hadn't seen any other ghosts except Sister Xin before, she thought that fate had arranged for her to only see Sister Xin, but she didn't expect that it was Sister Xin who helped her block it.

As she said this, she found a place to sit down, "Then that little ghost, could it be that a resentful ghost?" ”

Wan Jiang already felt a pity when she spoke, because she looked carefully at the ghost in her mouth, in fact, she looked very cute, with a chubby little face and big watery eyes, if it wasn't a ghost, she really wanted to go up and pinch his cheeks.

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like an ordinary ghost." Sister Xin couldn't help but worry when she saw that Wanjiang's mind was all about the appearance of the little ghost.

"You'd better not provoke him, it's not easy to be a ghost near the imperial tomb, if you are entangled by him, I'm afraid there will be no good life."

Sister Xin really understands her, she just wanted to say that she would not go for a while, and Sister Xin gave her a slap in the face, but that's it.

Although she is a face control, she still wants her life, but ...... It's always okay to ask about identity.

Thinking about it, Wan Jiang got up and went to look for her aunt and them, and as soon as she found someone, she asked, "Auntie, is there a child buried in this imperial mausoleum?" About ......"

Wan Jiang compared his hand to his waist, thought about it and didn't seem to be so high, and put his hand down a little more, "About 10 years old." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the sixth hall hurriedly came over and slapped her hand that was taller than her and blocked her in front of her, and even the maid behind her aunt was staring at her with an expression of "which pot is not opened".

Seeing this reaction, Wanjiang understood at the end of the day, the age is 10 years old, the long and beautiful, buried here, it's over! It's the Seven Temples!

"Auntie, I ......"

"You should be talking about Yueheng."

Wan Jiang slowed down again, her mouth was still open when she spoke, and Concubine Qi said it for her.

"Whew-" Suddenly, the bell in the imperial tomb rang at the right time.

Concubine Qi glanced at the source of the bell, the calm in her eyes could not see any emotion, such a coldness was the most terrifying, she couldn't guess what she was thinking, it was more difficult than being a person in front of the emperor.

Wan Jiang grabbed Concubine Qi, her eyes were full of guilt, "Auntie......"

Concubine Qi patted Wan Jiang's hand on her arm and threw a smile that reassured her, "Let's go, it's time to go to lunch." ”

With that, the group tacitly went to lunch.

Wan Jiang thought that as long as she didn't mention it, it would be over, and she would just have lunch peacefully, but she didn't expect that as soon as she sat down, she saw that the child came from nowhere, and he happened to be sitting directly opposite her.

"Good and dignified, why did you mention this matter to make the mother unhappy!"