Shopkeeper Dong respectfully picked up the envelope on the stone steps, raised it above his head as if he were a god, and said, "Please rest assured, there will be no mistakes this time!"

"I hope so! You can remember your merits and demerits, don't play any tricks, whether you live or die is all in your thoughts!" The woman in black was a little impatient, and there was a little chill in her words.

"The villain doesn't dare to have two hearts, please rest assured. "Shopkeeper Dong knows the master's means, where dare to say half a disobedient word.

The woman in black nodded, and disappeared from the sight of the shopkeeper Dong in the blink of an eye, and the shopkeeper Dong finally breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat on his forehead, wiped it indiscriminately, and hurriedly left in the grass.

It was already late at night, and in the Xiangning Palace in Jinling City, the emperor was still reviewing the folds, and a eunuch hurriedly ran over and reported: "Your Majesty, King Langya has returned, but it's just ......."

The emperor didn't raise his eyelids, but only replied lightly: "If you have something to say, just say it!"

The eunuch took a few steps forward, approached the emperor, lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, King Langya brought back a singer from the Phoenix Tower, I'm afraid this will lose royal face!"

When the emperor heard this, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What did you say? How could Xue Han do such a ridiculous thing?" Xu Ci, announce that he and that singer will come to see me immediately!"

"The old slave will go now!" Xu Ci replied and ran towards the palace where King Langya was.

After a stick of incense, Xu Ci led Xia Xuehan and Feng Qiwu to Xiangning Palace, and stood beside the emperor after giving a salute to the emperor.

The emperor didn't raise his head, still reviewing the folds.

Feng Qiwu saw the gray-haired emperor in front of him, the pink fist in his sleeve couldn't help clenching, his cold eyes became cold, and there was a little more inexplicable look on his face.

Xia Xuehan arched his hand and said, "I don't know what is important for His Majesty to announce the summons late at night?"

The emperor finally raised his head, and when the girl in white in front of him came into view, he was also stunned. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, but she has never seen such an outstanding woman, she is like a fairy under the Moon Palace, so holy that she can't give birth to a trace of blasphemy.

"It's not a big deal, but I heard that Father-in-law Xu said that you brought back a singer. "After all, the emperor has read countless people, and he only lost his mind for a moment before coming back to his senses.

"Back to the emperor, the minister just saw that this girl had a pitiful background, and it happened that there was a lack of a singer who was proficient in silk and bamboo in the house, so he ransomed her back. But what's wrong?" Xia Xuehan still didn't lose his demeanor, with a faint smile on his face.

Feng Qiwu glanced at him, feeling that the man beside her could get her rid of all the torments of fate.

Xu Ci looked at the emperor's somewhat hesitant face, and said, "You are a prince, and you openly brought the singer into the palace, wouldn't this damage the royal face!"

Xia Xuehan smiled slightly and said: "Father-in-law Xu's words are wrong, Xuehan is just uneven on the road, and he is anxious, how can it damage the royal face." Besides, as far as I know, there are also a lot of singers and dancers in the Father-in-law's Mansion, don't you think it will damage the royal face by serving the emperor all day long?"

"You...... King Langya also asked to discuss the matter and not involve the old slave. Xu Ci was speechless for a while.

"Hehe, it's okay, Xue Han will ask the emperor to uphold justice today. Dare to ask Father-in-law Xu, Xue Han returned to the dormitory for only half a cup of tea, and you came, and you knew that Xue Han brought back a woman. I don't know if Father-in-law Xu is concerned about Xue Han's safety and sends people to protect him along the way, or is he abusing his power for personal gain and sending people to monitor, trying to seize Xue Han's handle in order to achieve an ulterior purpose?" Xia Xuehan's tone suddenly became sharp.

Feng Qiwu's face showed a look of admiration, worthy of Xia Xuehan, who had already reversed the situation in just a few words and stood on the active side.

Xu Ci's face turned pale, and he knelt beside the emperor with a puff, and said: "The emperor has clearly investigated, and the old slave is loyal, but he saw that King Langya did not return late at night, so he ......."

"Alright, I'm tired, let's all stand down!" the emperor interrupted, waved his hand, and walked towards the apse bedchamber.

Xu Ci sat paralyzed on the ground, watching the emperor walk away before he smiled bitterly at Xia Xuehan: "King Langya is a good move, so that the old slave can't be guarded against!"

Xia Xue laughed coldly and said, "Where is Father-in-law Xu who is ruthless when he sees the stitches, and they are each other!" turned around and left with Feng Qiwu.

Walking out of Xiangning Palace, Xia Xuehan said lightly: "I felt your murderous aura just now!"

"I ......" Feng Qiwu raised his eyes to look at the god-like young man in front of him, and sure enough, he couldn't hide anything from his eyes.

"Whatever you want to do, a word of caution. When doing one thing, you must have the corresponding strength, some things, the result of failure is often death!" Regardless of Feng Qiwu's surprised expression, he strode forward.

The young man in front of him was so wise and sharp that it was terrifying! This was Feng Qiwu's only thought at this moment.

There are only a few stars scattered in the sky, and the Jiayuan Hall is not like the rest of the palace, where the lights have long been dimmed, and there is no hustle and bustle of sheng music, which looks out of place in the noisy palace of singing and dancing.

Xia Xuehan stood in front of the window, looking at the ethereal distance with wise and deep eyes. A man in black knelt behind him and said, "Son Qiqi, Yang Shenyi hasn't left Hengyang much in the past few years, but he has a close relationship with the shopkeeper of Youdao Qianzhuang. Yang Shenyi's only son Yang Xun is now learning art under the Changmen of Qingwei Road in Wudang Mountain, a few days ago Yang Shenyi came to Qingping Town more than ten miles outside Jinling City alone, living in a simple place, not knowing what to do. ”

Xia Xuehan nodded and said, "It's a little interesting, it seems that I'm going to meet this old fox." Send me a message to Ye Qianyu and ask him to pay close attention to Yang Xun's every move. ”

"Tonight, no one is destined to sleep!" Xia Xuehan raised her eyebrows lightly, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

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The villagers of Qingping Town, who had been busy all day, had already fallen asleep, and a few barking dogs from time to time added a bit of peace and tranquility to this ordinary town.

A village outside the town is full of people, which makes this deep and terrifying place a little stranger.

On a big tree with lush foliage outside Yizhuang, Xia Xuehan, who was dressed in night clothes, hid and watched everyone's every move in Yizhuang.

The four black-clothed men carried a coffin in Yizhuang to a carriage outside the village and tied it up carefully.

Twelve carriages were parked outside the village, and six coffins were already placed on them. Xia Xuehan wondered for a while, even if the funeral is not at night, these people must be strange when they mess with these corpses in the middle of the night.

In a short time, eleven coffins had been placed on the carriage, and the person carrying the last coffin may have been physically exhausted, or it may have been too dark and he tripped up the stairs.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the heavy coffin fell to the ground, the lid of the coffin slid to the side, and a corpse rolled straight out.

It was a middle-aged woman, dressed in a pale green burqa, and she looked quite delicate, but her face was a little blue, and she had been dead for many days.

A faint fragrance wafted as the lid of the coffin opened.

"Bishui Pavilion Lord Yun Mengsan people!" Xia Xuehan exclaimed in his heart when he saw this middle-aged woman. Yun Mengsan is the owner of Bishui Pavilion, she died mysteriously two months ago, how could she appear here, what are these people doing with her body. Since this coffin is a Yunmeng Sanren, what about the other ......

A man in black kicked at the man in black who had missed, and scolded: "Waste, you can't do such a trivial thing, if something goes wrong, Lao Tzu will make your life worse than death!

The man in black hurriedly got up, carried the body back to the coffin, and the four of them tied the coffin to the carriage together. Twelve carriages quietly walked into the distance, and Yizhuang returned to its original tranquility.

The journey took a change and came to the southern foot of Zhongshan and the foot of the Purple Mountain. There was already a group of people answering there, led by a big man with a pockmarked face, holding a nine-ring knife in his hand.

Seeing the arrival of the convoy, the pock-faced man stepped forward to inspect the coffins one by one, and said to the black-clothed man who was the leader: "Okay, let's go in!

The pock-faced man beckoned to the people he had brought and said, "You guys go and help too!"

More than forty people carried the coffin and quietly walked to the top of the Purple Mountain, and Xia Xuehan hid in the bushes, quietly following the person carrying the coffin.

Not long after, I came to a dilapidated manor halfway up the mountain, and there were eight coffins neatly arranged in the courtyard of the manor, and the style and material were no different from the twelve newly shipped ones.

Just put the coffin away, two people came out of the room, and by the light of the torches, Xia Xuehan found that they were two very familiar people, Yang Shenyi and Dong Shopkeeper.

A big man with a strange and ugly appearance stood behind them, the big man had a pair of tricky ears, one eye was blind, leaving only a hole, and the remaining eye was the size of a copper bell, and the pupils were dilated. His nostrils were facing the sky, his scorched teeth made people feel sick, his sparse hair was as yellow as withered grass, and he was wearing a shroud that only a dead man wore when he was a living person.

The ugly man ordered someone to open the coffin, took out a small drum from his arms, grabbed the drumsticks with his dry wood-like hands, and beat them rhythmically.

A terrifying scene occurred, and the corpses lying in the coffins sat up in unison, twisting their stiff necks and looking around.

"Knock, knock, knock!" the ugly man's drumming became faster, and the corpses jumped out of the coffin and stood in a neat row, with empty eyes, purple complexions, and a thick rancid stench on their bodies, but the rancid stench was mixed with a vague fragrance.

The corpses were dressed and looked different, male and female, monk and layman.

Rao is Xia Xuehan has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, and he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Boom!" The ugly man sounded a drum, and those corpses turned around in unison and looked at Xia Xuehan......

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