In the thirtieth year of Chengqing, the crown prince Xiahou Zhixu died at the age of twenty-four.

The queen was so grief-stricken that she inadvertently toppled the menorah, and a fire burned the body directly to ashes.

I never thought that when I was alive, I was ruthless and powerful, and many officials were terrified, and when they died, they couldn't even keep the whole corpse.

According to the ancestral system of the Great Xia Kingdom, after the burial, relatives should keep the spirit and pray for blessings for three days, so that the deceased can be reborn.

Even if you are alone, you will have a friend or patriarch to do it for you.

However, Xiahou Zhi's tomb was deserted, and there were only beasts who came to share the sacrifices.

In the middle of the night, a ghost sat cross-legged on the coffin board, flicked a small pebble and flicked his fingers—

Smack!

The little white bird, which was pecking happily, was taken aback, flapping its wings and flying away, and the wind that it brought up made the ever-bright lamp sway.

Seeing that it was about to be extinguished, a large hand cut through the darkness and reached out, carefully protecting it.

For a moment, the flames stopped beating and continued to glow.

The ghost looked at the man in surprise, his nemesis.

In this world, there are very few people who can be called opponents by him, and this person is the most special one.

The ghost pondered, eighty percent of them came to vent their anger.

It's a pity that there is no corpse for the other party to whip.

was holding his cheeks and sighing, but saw the man in black suddenly swing his robe and kneel straight in front of the tomb.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and the nonchalance at the corner of his lips froze slightly.

The man took out a copy of the "Death Mantra" from his bosom and read it in a low voice.

This thought is three days and three nights.

At dawn on the fourth day, the man strode away with his collapsed body.

From beginning to end, no more words were said.

The morning light was slightly dewed, and the translucent soul gradually dissipated, he looked at the distant back, and muttered: "Duan Chuiwen......"

In the twenty-sixth year of Chengqing, late spring.

"Dali Temple investigates the case, idle people, etc., quickly retreat!"

Li Si led a group of brothers, turned the first floor upside down, and hurried to the man standing in the center of the lobby.

"My lord, I didn't find it."

"Go upstairs."

The speaker was tall, dressed in an ochre-colored official uniform, embroidered with geese on his chest and sleeves, and a leather theatrate theatrate tied around his waist, with a saber about three feet long.

His facial features are deep, his edges and corners are clear, his eyebrows are full of fierce colors that are not angry and self-threatening, and his whole body is full of heroic righteousness.

"Can't go up!" The boss of Fuchun Building jumped over suddenly, stretched out his arms and stopped at the staircase, trembling his legs and said earnestly, "My lord, there are distinguished guests upstairs, don't disturb you!" ”

"Guest?" Duan Chuiwen snorted coldly, "This official wants to see which noble person dares to harbor the Jiangyang thief!" ”

Bang!

With a wail, the door was slammed open.

The two men in Tsing Yi in the room were about to draw their knives and face each other, when a clear and beautiful voice came.

"Leopard tail, fish gills, Hugh is rude!"

As soon as he heard this title, Li Si's face changed, and he quickly grabbed his own adult, and whispered: "The four 'demon envoys' have two of them, and the one inside must be His Royal Highness the Prince, let's withdraw first." ”

However, instead of reining in at all, Lord Shaoqing raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and slowly pushed out the two-inch blade with his thumb.

At this moment, the curtains were rolled up to the sides, revealing the scene of the cabinet.

On the mahogany carved soft couch, a young man rests on his side, wearing a blue brocade soft robe outlining a slender and thin figure.

The male and female hibiscus face, trimming the eyebrows and sideburns, the bright eyes are good, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, and there is a natural sense of contempt in the laziness.

He supported his forehead with one hand, put the other on his bent knee, and sang softly with the pipa girl, and his white fingertips beat again and again.

In front of the couch, there was a famous Meiji kneeling, peeling the red of early spring and February, and the crystal clear flesh was handed to the young man's mouth, which made his lips red and teeth white, and his face was like jade.