Chen Qingshan and Dao 13 went out of the Baiyi Hou Mansion, and the night was a little late, but Chen Qingshan still wanted to go back to the Fengshan Courtyard, although his Taiping Hou Mansion was opposite, but there was no Ah Mo in the Taiping Hou Mansion.

There are only gorgeous carriages and horses passing by the streets, and there are fewer pedestrians, after all, this is an inner city, and there are very few people without carriages and horses.

Someone began to sprinkle water on the street, and then swept the street, Chen Qingshan and Dao 13 walked on the road, but it seemed a little out of place with the street.

But apparently, the two don't care about this either.

The sound of horses' hooves and wheels sounded, and there was some hurry.

Chen Qingshan put his arm on Dao Thirteen's shoulders and nimbly dodged a carriage rushing from the opposite side, and Dao Thirteen looked back and raised his middle finger at the carriage.

"What did you do to that little white dragon?" Chen Qingshan patted the dust on the corner of his clothes. From the moment he heard Dao Thirteen say that the little white dragon would go to bad luck, Chen Qingshan knew what Dao Thirteen had done to the little white dragon to a greater or lesser extent.

It's just that what Dao Thirteen did and what kind of techniques he used, Chen Qingshan didn't know.

Dao Thirteen sold a pass, saying that Chen Qingshan would know by then, anyway, the little white dragon would definitely let go, unless he didn't want to die, Dao Thirteen understood that if he was unlucky to the extreme, he would die.

"After you left, Ah Lan liked to stand under the peach tree, just looking at the scenery and not talking, but I know that she should hope that you can come back safely." Dao 13 changed the subject.

"She's a good girl." Tao 13 and Dao.

Chen Qingshan walked on the boxy street, stepping on the bluestone slab, this slate in Chang'an is no different from the water town, it is just bigger and smoother.

Chen Qingshan responded to Dao Thirteen's words: "Yes, Ah Lan is a very good girl, I want to marry her." ”

"Of course, you want to marry her, but first say yes, and when that day comes, I won't be able to come up with the money to buy you gifts." Dao 13 said.

"When people arrive, don't you speak? Just read us a few auspicious words. Chen Qingshan replied.

"That's it." Dao Thirteen agreed.

The two of them stopped talking, but quickened their pace and returned to the Shengyan Academy.

There was a person under the peach blossom tree, a little thin, it was Ah Lan.

Dao 13 entered the small courtyard with great interest, leaving Chen Qingshan and Ah Lan behind.

There was no hug or kiss, only a light and light sentence: "You're back." ”

It's just that there are too many feelings in this light sentence, if Chen Qingshan didn't come back, Ah Lan should have waited like this, for a long time.

Sometimes, hugs and kisses are passionate, but they are not necessarily real emotions, only companionship and waiting are real love.

"yes, I'm back." Chen Qingshan replied.

"If only peace was back." Ah Lan's words are still flat, so faint that he can't taste it, but Ah Lan said that it's good that he came back safely, so for Ah Lan, Chen Qingshan's safe return must be a good thing.

"I promised you to come back for the New Year, let's go to the Lantern Festival together on New Year's Day." Chen Qingshan proposed.

There is a tradition in Datang, every New Year, there will be a lantern festival, a very lively lantern festival, and there are many people in the lantern festival.

The street vendors will go to make a living and earn more money for the New Year, and the prince and grandson will drive a painting boat and cruise from the canal, and the youth will be in high spirits.

There will also be storytellers, shadow puppets, sugar gourds, candy blowers and the like.

Chen Qingshan felt that girls should like lively things.

"Okay." Ah Lan smiled and responded, she didn't care what Chen Qingshan wanted to do with her, as long as she was next to Chen Qingshan.

It's a good thing to have someone you like around and just watch.

……

That night, the little marquis of the white-clothed Hou Mansion suddenly fell ill, covered with scales, like a fish, and smelly, and the worshippers in the mansion were powerless.

The imperial doctor came from the imperial city overnight, and even the imperial doctor couldn't do anything, just because all the physical characteristics of this little white dragon were normal.

"That's how it should be." An old slave-like butler was pacing back and forth in the room, looking at the little white dragon lying on the bed from time to time, and the other subordinates and the worshippers of the Baiyi Marquis Mansion were also in the house, a little frightened.

As the little white dragon's painful voice sounded, black water poured out from under the floor, even from the roof, and black water continued to seep out, as if it was weird.

This is the method of the little white dragon, the water and the world, or more precisely, the water and the earth after being infected by bad luck, the little white dragon unconsciously used this method, and this method is now going to devour its master.

The scales covered the face of the little white dragon, and the face of the little white dragon turned into the head of an ichthyosaur, and there were tentacles stretched out in Zenai, about to pull the little white dragon down.

"Hurry up and save the little marquis!" The housekeeper's eyes were split, and several worshippers took action one after another to pull the little white dragon back, but the black water was still gushing out, and the little white dragon's body was still deteriorating.

"There is no way, I can only go and invite Master Hou." The old housekeeper sighed and made a decision.

The white-clothed marquis went to Yuzhangzhou under the guise of the outside world, and what he wanted was to make outsiders think that the white-clothed marquis was not in the Hou Mansion, so as to delay some time.

The white-clothed marquis has been in the mansion all the time, and has instructed him not to disturb him if there is nothing earth-shattering, and now the situation of the little marquis is already a collapse for the entire white-clothed marquis mansion.

The old housekeeper went out of the house and went to the water pavilion lake where the little white dragon had a banquet today, and invited the white-clothed marquis.

"Master Hou." In the house of the little white dragon, the subordinates and the worshippers bowed respectfully to the visitors, this is a man who is as rich as jade, wearing plain clothes, there is a bit of immortal descent to earth.

"Stand down, I'll take care of it." The white-clothed marquis waved his hand slightly to disperse the people in the house.

The white-clothed marquis stepped on the floor, but the strange black water on that step was not half as close as possible, and the white-clothed marquis had disgust on his face.

"Something, get out!"

A spiritual pressure appeared in the room, and the strange thing quickly dispersed as if it had seen a nemesis.

The white-clothed marquis used his great mana to disperse the water and the earth, but the scales on the little white dragon's body, he was helpless.

A seal hit the little white dragon, and the white-clothed marquis flew straight to the Mingyue Tower, bringing back a warlock from Si Tianjian, the warlock is also the Seven Realms, this warlock is an old woman, holding a wooden staff, and the top of the wooden staff is engraved with a human head, known as the ghost mother-in-law, from Miaojiang, and was one of the great witches of the Miaojiang Witch Temple.

And what he is good at is the art of disgust, killing people with curses.

"Ghost mother-in-law, I suspect that my son has fallen into the art of disgust, so please come and help take a look, I have you to thank you." Outside the house, the white-clothed marquis bowed sincerely to the ghost mother-in-law.

"It doesn't matter." The hoarse voice of the ghost woman sounded, and she pushed open the door with a wooden staff with a human head.

At this time, there were still drops of black water dripping from the house, and they just fell on the hand of the ghost mother-in-law, and the withered branch-like fingers gently kneaded the droplets, and when it reached the hand of the ghost mother-in-law, the water was given toughness.

The ghost mother-in-law dropped the droplets, which lost their toughness and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Then he came to the bed of the little white dragon with a wooden staff with a human head, and regardless of the fishy smell on his body, he pinched off a piece of fish scales and looked at it carefully.

The ghost mother-in-law's wrinkled face slowly laughed: "The interesting thing is not the technique of aversion to victory, it is something higher than the art of disgust. ”

The white-clothed marquis appeared beside the ghost mother-in-law: "That mother-in-law, do you have a solution?" ”

The ghost mother-in-law shook her head.

"So where does this get interesting?" Bai Yihou was a little annoyed, after all, this was his own child, and he couldn't joke.

The ghost mother-in-law's anger at the white marquis was as unheard, and she just answered the question of the white marquis: "I saw something higher than the art of disgust, naturally I thought it was interesting, I couldn't save the little marquis, but I could revive him, and other things, the old body couldn't help, and he would be burned." ”

The ghost mother-in-law didn't know what was wrong with this little white dragon, but she was a witch and knew in the dark that this was not something she could touch.

In other words, this kind of thing is something that only the people of destiny or immortals can see and control.

The ghost mother took out a turquoise worm from the wooden staff, saying that if the worm was swallowed, the little white dragon could be awakened, but it was only awakened, and it could not alleviate its condition.

After all, the little white dragon is not a disease at all.