"Boss Lu?" An old man with glasses, who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with a round body like a balloon, saw the boss and Shino behind him, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time, but Old Zhao still looks so energetic. The boss looked at the old man who was walking towards him, with a sign fox-like smile on his face.

Zhao Lao looked at the man who laughed like a fox, and the alarm bell suddenly rang in his heart, "Hey, Boss Lu, the jade carving I exchanged for borrowing from ancient books last time is my only treasure." “

"Look at what Zhao Lao said, my small bookstore is doing small business, how can you always suffer. “

"Ahem......" Zhao Lao wiped the cold sweat that he didn't have, "That's right." “

As if he had just remembered, Zhao Lao turned around and motioned to the man behind him, "Boss Lu, this is the kid of the Zhang family." “

The man looked at the young boss in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, and had some doubts in his heart, but he maintained a consistent smile on his face, "Hello, Boss Lu." I am Zhang Shen, the deputy director of the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum. “

"This exhibition was organized by the old man in the family. “

As he spoke, he looked at Xiaoxiao, who had not spoken behind his boss, "This ......"

"Ahem. Zhao Lao quietly pushed Zhang Shen, cautiously glanced at the expressionless Xiaoxiao, and stiffly changed the topic, "Zhao family boy, isn't it your grandfather's old friend Cheng Lao over there?" “

"Boss Lu, feel free to take a look, see you later, see you later. “

"Tut-tut, Xiaoxiao, look at you scaring Zhao Lao. The boss looked at the two of them who seemed to be fleeing, and felt a little funny in his heart.

"That's a big customer. “

Not to mention the collection of antiques and treasures in his home, the identity of the senior jade carver alone is enough to be offered as a treasure.

"A-Yuan. Xiaoxiao didn't listen to what he said, his big round eyes stared at a certain place tightly, and his expression was solemn like never before.

The boss followed her gaze, and it was a woman in her thirties who was dressed in a black dress suit, with short shoulder-length hair.

Behind the man stood a man who seemed to be an assistant, holding a pen in his hand and looking at the woman nervously, looking down from time to time to write something in the notebook.

"That person—" Shinoshi pursed her lips, "she doesn't have a spirit." “

"Spirit?" The boss put away his smile violently, and looked serious, "You mean ......"

"Hmm. “

The heavy, disgusting smell of dead bodies.

"Birth sacrifice. “

"A-Yuan, I have to go back now. Shinoxiao looked at him, "There are some things I have to confirm." “

"That woman—"

“...... Rest assured, I've got you covered. The boss looked at Shinoxiao with a serious face, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her hair, "Go ahead." “

Finally, it appeared.

The boss looked at the woman with a dead aura around her, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

When Shinoshi returned to the bookstore, it was already dark, and she pulled out a black wooden box with a thick layer of dust from the bottom of the corner where many miscellaneous items were piled up.

Inside the wooden box were three red incense sticks, soaked in her blood.

Shinoxiao picked up one of them, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

Streams of smoke slowly rose to bring a rich cold fragrance, and even a trace of blood could be felt when you smelled it.

"Oops. “

"Hah-"

“...... I'm an old bone. “

"Hmm, who woke me up?"

"I haven't slept enough......"

With the puff of smoke, the bookstore suddenly became lively.

I saw a ball of transparent people the size of a palm emerging from the books on the shelves, with different costumes and different languages, but they all chattered non-stop.

"Hey. “

The faint voice and indifferent tone made all the villains quiet instantly.

"Yikes. It turned out that it was an adult who woke us up from our slumber. One of them, an old man in ancient costume, floated in the air and bowed respectfully at Xiaoxiao.

"Is there a record of suspected life sacrifices in the historical records?"

"A living sacrifice?" The little old man stroked his beard and thought for a while, then looked at the other Shu Ling, who were also puzzled, and shook his head.

"This little old man has never heard of it. “

"Ahem. “

"Little girl, this old man knows a little. With an old voice, a small figure floated over. The man was short, with gray hair, and two slender eyebrows on his chubby face, almost covering his eyes like threads. "But such a vicious forbidden technique has been lost since ancient times. “

"I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, so I suspected that it was a living sacrifice. “

"Hmm...... Is it really as the lord said......" The old man pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "If the old man remembers correctly, there is a strange thing in the Song book over there. A Ruiguo princess in the Southern Song Dynasty was supposed to live a long life Yongtai, but she died violently at a young age. Those who have not exhausted their yang energy have entered that reincarnation, but now they think about it, but there is something wrong. “

The old man beckoned, and a trembling little scholar respectfully presented the Song book. I think this old book spirit also has some status.

"And you put your hands on the book, and the old man will introduce your dreams into the book. “

Xiaoxiao glanced at the book spirit with a serious face, and obediently put his hand up, and the next second it was as if all his strength had been drained, and his body fell directly to the floor as soon as he became weak, and in his last consciousness, he only vaguely saw a figure running towards him.

When he opened his eyes again, Xiaoxiao was already in an antique room, which seemed to be the dormitory where the palace concubine lived, with cloudtop sandalwood as a beam, crystal jade as a lamp, white jade on the floor, embedded with gold beads, a woman on the six-foot-wide agarwood bed was in pain, and the palace maids in gorgeous clothes went in and out.

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

An exclamation sounded behind him, but those palace maids didn't hear it, and hurried away through the bodies of the two.

"Mu Zhen, why are you here?"

Mu Zhen looked at the expressionless Xiaoxiao, and subconsciously shrunk her shoulders, "I came to find you, and then I saw you, you fainted on the ground, I, I ......"

“...... And then I don't know how it got here. “

At that time, the old scholar looked at the two people who fell to the ground, and was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, this little girl broke in at this time, but it was also providential." “

"Alas, no one can change what is destined to happen. “

Seeing that the other book spirits all had such expressions, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are we crossing over?" Mu Zhen cautiously glanced at Xiaoxiao, and looked around curiously when she saw that she was not angry.

"Dreams, now we are in dreams. “

"In a dream?"

A baby's cry suddenly pierced the sky.

"Congratulations to the official family, it's a little princess!"

is known as the official family is a middle-aged man in a robe with a rich face - Song Lizong, Zhao Yun.

"Is this, my child?

"Hahahaha! Tell the order, everyone in the hall will be rewarded!"

As he spoke, he carefully took the little baby, his body trembling slightly with excitement, and his eyes flashed with love.

This is his seventh child, and he hopes not to die early like his other children.

"Xiaoxiao, look how cute this little doll is!" Mu Zhen stood behind Li Zong, looked at the small lump, and couldn't help but make a grimace at her. But he didn't want the little man to grin at her as if he had seen her.

"Official, look, the little princess is smiling at you. “

"Hahahaha, why don't you be named Princess Yanchang!"

"Xiaoxiao, can she see us?" Mu Zhen was startled and turned her head to look at Xiaoxiao.

"Newborn babies are not yet tainted with turbidity, and their souls are the purest and purest, and it is not strange to see strange things. “

Strange thing? The corners of Mu Zhen's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know what to say.

In 1245 AD, Princess Yanchang's biological mother, Jia Guifei, died of illness. The emperor prayed for the princess, and Princess Yanchang canonized the princess of Ruiguo.

"Hey, you-" Princess Zhao Jiarui of Rui Kingdom pointed to Mu Zhen and Xiaoxiao not far away, "Do you see those two, who are they?"

The palace maid looked at the princess in surprise, and knelt on the ground violently, "Your Royal Highness the princess, small, small, I haven't seen anything." Don't be scared!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jiarui's white jade-like little face wrinkled, and he ran to the two of them in a few steps, looking up at them, "Hey, who are you? Why can I only see you?"

"We?" Mu Zhen pointed to her nose, "We are immortals?"

"Immortals?" She looked at Xiaoxiao, who didn't speak, "Then do you know where my mother went?"

"Well, this, naturally, is to ascend to the immortal. Mu Zhen looked at the little lovely child in front of her, and couldn't bear to tell her the fact that her mother had left her forever.

"Liar. Immortals also deceive people. Zhao Jiarui wrinkled his nose, and his good-looking apricot eyes seemed to be a little moist, "You all bully me and lie to me." “

The palace maids beside her all watched in horror as the little princess muttered to herself in the air, a little scared.

Isn't there something pickled in the palace that entangles the little princess's eyes?

"Will you always be there for me?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhen was a little surprised.

"You're immortals, you won't die, will you?" Zhao Jiarui looked at the two stubbornly, "I am a princess, I order you to stay with me all the time!"

is obviously very willful, but Mu Zhen feels a little sorry for this little girl.

"Okay, I'll be with you all the time. “

It wasn't until he saw Xiaoxiao nodding slightly that Zhao Jiarui showed a satisfied smile.

In 1252 AD, Sun Huchen fought in Pizhou, returned with the whole division, and the princess of Ruiguo was crowned as the princess of the ascending country.

In 1259 A.D., Emperor Keju chose a son-in-law.

"The Taiping champion looks rude, how can I be a person like the lord?" Zhao Jiarui sat in front of the carved lacquered begonia-style mirror platform, frowning and complaining, "He's so old, how should I call him?"

"Brother Zhou, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou?"

"Hmph!

"But, immortal, why haven't I seen you so much in the last few days?

Mu Zhen was stunned for a moment and looked at Xiaoxiao, a little unclear.

She and Xiaoxiao are clubbing in front of Zhao Jiarui every day, and she is still thinking, why has this girl ignored herself these days, it turns out that she can't see herself.

Zhao Jiarui had never seen Xiaoxiao, and she was used to her not saying a word, but Mu Zhen's lack of speech made her a little irritated for no reason.

On weekdays, the father always calls himself "Rui'er" and "Rui'er", but the two immortals have never called themselves so affectionately. It's always a princess princess, and it's still a little raw in the end. She didn't like the feeling as if they had never been close.

"Don't say it, I'll save it. “

In 1261 AD, Zhao Jiarui, who entered the princess of Zhou, married Yang Zhen, the nephew of the Empress Dowager Yang.

Horse Yang Town often wears jade belts, rides horses to Hening Gate, Yi Mian clothes, to Donghua Gate, and welcomes them with goose coins and jade horses. The princess carries nine kinds of four phoenix crown clothes, wraps her sleeves, rises in front of it, and the queen sends it herself, taking the nine dragon leeks. The crown prince rode on a horse, and the fence was double on the left and right. The wedding was magnificent, luxurious and lively, which can be described as unprecedented.

In the palatial wedding room, a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles on the sandalwood desk are burning with flames, and red candle tears are slowly flowing down the gold leaf wedding candles.

The bride sitting on the wedding bed has a delicate and gentle appearance, only a pair of apricot eyes are full of tears.

Without a mother and a father, what does this kind of wedding have to do with me? Even the immortal is long gone.

Sure enough, it's all liars!

In the end, I was the only one!

"Xiaoxiao ......" Mu Zhen looked at Zhao Jiarui's tear-stained face through the wooden door, a little unbearable.

"No way. Xiaoxiao shook her head, her eyes were flat, "She shouldn't have seen us in the first place, and now this is also doomed." “

"......"

We grew up watching her.

"Mu Zhen. Xiaoxiao looked at her and said in a slightly cold tone, "This is history, and we can't change it." “

...... Yes, it's just history, it's something that happened a long time ago, but ......

After getting married, the princess and Yang Zhen respected each other like guests, and their lives were uneventful. In the following year, Li Zong Jin Feng Princess was the princess of Zhou Hanguo, and Yang Zhen worshiped Qingyuan Army as an envoy.

"Ahem, ahem, Bao'er, give the servants everything they have sent. “

"But, but, the princess is all a colt......

"Go ahead, I don't even need it. “

"Hey. Princess, drink this medicine first. “

The official family is also thinking about the princess, and day by day, don't you worry about seeing the princess like this. The maid had the medicine in her hand, and her eyes were shining with tears.

Zhao Jiarui frowned slightly, she also knew that this illness scared the people around her enough. It's more like a glassware for her, and I can't wait to hold it in the palm of my hand all day long.

Thinking in her heart, she sighed, moved her fingers with difficulty, and finally drank the bitter decoction with the handmaid's hand.

Before the decoction entered the abdomen, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood was sprinkled on the ground with the decoction.

"Princess!"

"The little one will send someone into the palace......"

"No problem...... Stand down, I'm a little tired now. He waved his hand weakly, closed his eyes with a smile, and Zhao Jiarui muttered, "It's okay to fall asleep, I fell asleep in my dream, there is my mother, my father, and those two immortals...... How good is it...... How wonderful......"

How nice it is that they are all with me, and I am no longer alone.

The voice was ethereal, like a whisper, until it became inaudible.

With a cry of "Princess!" The crow outside the window let out a strange cry and flapped its wings and flew out of the mansion where it had been staying for a month.

Because of the crow's reaction as it flew away, the branches covered with a thick layer of snow trembled in the wind, shaking off the snow all over the ground.

In 1262 A.D., on the afternoon of the seventh month of autumn, Zhao Jiarui, the princess of Zhou Hanguo, was given the title of Duan Xiao.

"Xiaoxiao, I know it's history, but I just feel uncomfortable and want to cry. Mu Zhen, who had already returned, took Xiaoxiao's hand, and the tears in her eyes were still swirling.

She went from watching that little group grow into a lively and lovely child, to watching her get married, watching her endure all the loneliness alone, and then watching her die of illness, and she couldn't do anything about it, and her heart throbbed.

"She was supposed to live a long life. “

Xiaoxiao glanced at Mu Zhen with a serious expression, "That crow swallowed her dream." No, it's more about stealing than swallowing. “

"People often have dreams, connecting the soul at the top and the soul at the bottom, nourishing the seven emotions and generating the six desires. It's nothing to voluntarily change out of dreams, but if someone forcibly steals the dream, the light one has no desire and no desire to become a person who loves him, and the heavy one loses his soul and dies violently, and the world will not die well. “

This side should be a living sacrifice.

Mu Zhen looked at Xiaoxiao blankly, and her heart was cold.

No good death...... No good death......

A ghostly roar hit her mind over and over again.

In my memory, it seems that someone has said that to themselves......

A few days later, the boss came back from the intangible cultural heritage museum and brought a piece of news - the woman Xiaoxiao saw that day, Zhang Lin, the granddaughter of Director Zhang, died in a car accident.

Won't the world die well?

Shinoxiao lowered her head, and for some reason, she felt a little stuffy in her chest.