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Seeing that the weasel was about to be beaten, Jiang Ningning squatted on the ground and lit a gold ingot.

“It smells so good~”

The fox who was beating the weasel one moment rushed to Yuan Bao the next moment and took a deep breath.

I wish I could swallow it all in one bite.

The weasel, who still wanted to watch others succeed after being beaten, hugged his thin self in distress: Why is it always me who gets hurt~

The old man in a long gown next to him felt distressed and gave him half of his trash, "Would you like to eat?"

Weasel: ..."That's not necessary!"

He turned around and rushed behind Jiang Ningning, shouting at the fox, "Aren't you very powerful? Why don't you fight? You fight, you fight, you fight!"

The fox rolled his eyes and said, "Where is this fool?"

"Haven't you heard? If you have breasts, you are a mother! Have you ever seen a mother-beater? That's called an unworthy descendant!" After snorting, the fox felt confident, "Besides, what can a young lady who can make such a delicious fragrance have to do? Sourness."

After saying that, he smiled flatteringly at Jiang Ningning.

"Little sister, I can clean up the house, flush the toilet, coax the children, cook, hang ceilings, and lay floors..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ningning interrupted her concisely, "I'm not a fairy."

The fox was stunned.

"Is there anyone in the world who is not worthy of immortality? Don't you know my benefits? Come on, let me rub your belly. You can feel the power of our Hu family!"

After saying that, Xiao Mao's hand was about to reach out to Jiang Ningning.

Jiang Ningning pressed her head directly, "Don't bother, let me ask you, did you replace the soul of the old ghost in the long gown with someone else's?"

"Old ghost in a long gown?" The fox asked in confusion, and then suddenly realized, "You said the Fifth Highness, yes, that's me."

Admit it openly.

The old ghost in a long gown floated forward with a tukara in his hands and asked angrily: "Why? Did I recruit you?"

Fox snorted, "That's not true."

"Why would you turn me into a starving ghost without you!"

"There's no reason. I just want to repay my kindness. It just so happens that my benefactor is starving to death. I want to find a good family for him. It just so happens that your life is pretty good." The fox shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I want to If you have to find a reason, it’s probably because you’re unlucky.”

If he wasn't already dead, the old ghost in the long gown would be so angry!

"You turned me into a starving ghost, don't you even want to find a reason to lie to me?"

The fox couldn't believe it, "Do you want to hear me lie to you? Oh my god, do you princes only listen to good words and not the truth? No wonder your dynasty has been destroyed."

Seeing the grimace on the old man's face, Jiang Ningning quickly gave the fox a kick: "Repay your kindness, you can't harm others! Get it back!"

The fox was kicked and howled loudly.

"I didn't harm anyone else, I harmed His Highness the Fifth Prince!"

The old ghost in a long gown: ...what the hell!

"This Fifth Highness is none other than the master of my benefactor!"

Old ghost in long gown: ...What the hell?

The fox turned to look at the old ghost in a long gown.

"Did you eat a meal of dumplings before you died?"

The old ghost in a long gown nodded, thinking, the dumplings stuffed with pork I ate, could it be that my benefactor was that pig? Thanks for filling me up?

Before the old ghost in a long gown could think about it, the fox said: "That dumpling was made for you by an old servant of yours who sold his winter clothes in exchange for meat. The bandits killed you after you were full, and he was still hungry." None of them have been eaten.”

The old ghost in a long gown was stunned.

His eyes were a little red when he mentioned his old servant.

When he was alive, rebellions were everywhere. Even though he was a prince or a prince, his life was very limited.

In the year before his death, his palace was ransacked by the revolting people. It was his old servant who took him out overnight to avoid being beaten to death by the mob.

He has a child on his knees and himself, so he can survive only by his old servant carrying big bags at the dock.

He remembered the day he met the bandits clearly.

That day was his birthday.

Early in the morning, the old servant said that you must eat dumplings on your birthday, and you must eat dumplings today.

How can I have money to eat dumplings?

He has one child and the old servant's two children. They are all half grown up, just when they can eat but can't work.

He himself was frail and could not help much.

The family has so many mouths to eat, and they all rely on the old servant...

He said at that time that he didn’t want to eat meat because it tasted greasy, so a bowl of longevity noodles would be refreshing and refreshing.

As a result, when the old servant came back in the evening, he excitedly said that the owner of the dock rewarded those who worked well with a piece of meat.

That piece of meat was less than half a catty, and they made a lot of dumplings with the vegetables.

He remembered that when he finished eating, there was still more than half left. How could the old servant not eat it?

The old ghost in a long gown looked at the fox, "He, why didn't he eat afterward?"

The fox narrowed his eyes, "You don't know?"

The old ghost in a long gown sighed, with a feeling of sadness that could not be resolved.

"I went out after eating. I thought he was tired after a long day and wanted to go to the kitchen to boil some hot water and let him soak his feet in hot water after he finished eating."

"There was no firewood at home. I went outside to collect firewood, and I happened to meet a bandit passing by."

"I asked... to light the sky lantern."

Jiang Ningning's eyelids twitched.

This way of death is a bit too uncomfortable.

The weasel patted the long-robed old ghost's leg sympathetically and wanted to comfort him but couldn't.

The old ghost in a long shirt thought to himself, "At that time, it was as uncomfortable as if I had been hit by a knife, a mountain of fire, a sea of ​​oil, a pan, and a nail board. But it has been so many years, and I have forgotten it."

He wanted to pretend to be relaxed.

But this is so easy.

I tried to force myself to laugh, but in the end it was even worse than crying, so I gave up.

This sadness is not for myself, but for my old servant.

He asked the fox, "They... also encountered bandits?"

The fox said: "Then they are not bandits. It is your imperial brother who rebelled and wanted to seize power. He passed by you and wanted to occupy your Ningcheng. He came here specifically to find you."

"Do you think you were kicked out of the palace by a mob? Which mob is so capable? It was arranged by your royal brother!

"Forget it, if you don't talk about this, just talk about my benefactor.

“At that time, your imperial brother’s people killed you and wanted to eradicate the problem, so they went to the village to kill your surviving son.

"Your old servant stuffed a few children under the kang and hid them. He also stuffed the plate of dumplings in because he was afraid that the children would be hungry.

"When he was killed by those bastards, he hadn't eaten for two days. When he came back from the dock every day, he brought back all the food he received from the dock for you to eat.

"If he died like this, who should be regarded as a starving ghost instead of a starving ghost!"

Speaking of which.

The fox's angry face was sinister.

There was a murderous aura of gritted teeth.

"It's a shame that my cultivation was limited at that time. Otherwise, I would have scratched those bastards to death. My benefactor would have been hacked to death by random knives."

He was hacked to death with random knives.

He was lit up with a sky lantern, and the old ghost in a long gown was relieved.

But when he heard that the old servant was hacked to death with random knives, he stumbled back a few steps, unable to stand firmly. He leaned against the tree behind him, holding on tightly. Even if he let go a little, his soul would not be stable.

"You, you are sure about my old servant... But if he dies, who can bury me?"

After a moment, he finally thought of something, and asked with one ten thousandth of hope.