Peach wood

The place where living people cannot come and go at will seems to have no barriers to ghosts. The door of the tomb is thick and heavy, and it is difficult to open it only by manpower. But at this time, people have already become ghosts, and no matter how much freedom they get, it is actually useless.The maids climbed out of the coffin, and the craftsmen ran out of the imperial tomb, but they found out that they didn't know what to do when they went to the outside world.

After reincarnation, people will lose the memory of the previous life, and of course they will not remember how many times they have been ghosts in the past.Anyone who is a ghost is like doing it for the first time, and being a ghost for the first time will always be a bit confused. The ghost messenger is responsible for solving this situation. The reason why the underworld needs him to pick up the dead souls is precisely because the dead souls don't know what to do. What, I don't know where I should go.

Wen Yanzhi leaned against the big tree, watching those girls weeping wearily.It's not that he doesn't care about fragrance and jade, it's that he has seen too many such things.Whether it is a child who died or a person who is dying, if they know that they are no longer adults, they will cry more or less.Just what is there to cry about?It's just a start over again, and it's a new beginning in a blink of an eye. Could it be possible to live this life well if you live like this?People's greed is not enough. In their eyes, there is no best, only better. However, if most people describe the life they want most, they can't describe it at all. They only know that they are not living well. to envy others.

However, these women were probably frightened, so they had such a big reaction. Looking at the craftsmen, they became much calmer, even though their eyes were a little dull.The male ghost and the female ghost were lined up on both sides at the moment, so one side was surprisingly quiet, and the other side was whining and whimpering, which was disturbing.Wen Yanzhi looked here and then there, and finally felt that they couldn't let them cry like this, otherwise it would be too late, so he frowned and asked, "Have you cried enough?"

Perhaps it was because his tone was too fierce, the maids were so frightened that they trembled all over and cried even harder.The ghost emissary had nothing to say for a while, so he had to wait patiently for them to calm down. He suddenly remembered Shuhuai's previous guess. I really can't do it with a little stamina, but his patience has been exhausted in recent years. Now he can't wait to imitate the officials of the human world to "retire the old and return to his hometown". Although he is always really old, there is no What hometown can let him go back.

Probably people who work hard can understand each other, and ghosts who work hard can also understand each other. Those craftsmen finally couldn't stand it anymore, and came forward to coax these little girls for the ghosts.Everyone is a newly dead ghost, and no one needs to be afraid of anyone. The maids finally calmed down and obediently followed the ghost envoy to the underworld.Wen Yanzhi felt very bored, and he didn't speak much along the way. He was thinking about other things in his mind, and others saw him as a sluggish look.Even if he is too languid, he is still a ghost envoy, and he still has to complete the tasks assigned to him by Mingjun, and he will never be idle for a moment.He sighed faintly, and he could almost imagine what the Lord of the Underworld would do, and what he would order himself to do. Everything has become a rule, and there are rules to follow. No matter who comes to the Hades, that person will He looked calm, judged as he wanted, questioned as he wanted, and the expression on his face did not change.But even these craftsmen knew how to understand their hard work, and took the initiative to comfort their companions. Why didn't Ming Jun know how to comfort himself and smile a little?

The ghost was thinking wildly, and he didn't even think about the necessity of Ming Jun's smiling face. He just felt that the other party had a dark face all day long, and it made him feel uncomfortable when he looked at it.But what the Underworld needs is a deterrent manager, not a smiling good man. The Lord of the Underworld must be a little fierce in order to act as a deterrent, so that the ghosts on the opposite side will not dare to lie.

"Bring it back?" Mingjun had been waiting in the hall for a long time, just waiting for the ghost envoy to quickly bring these hapless ghosts over. After his trial, he just went to lie down and take a rest.It’s not just book pockets that need to rest. Mingjun also feels that his memory is declining. This is caused by overwork. Closing his eyes and resting can have a very good effect.When he was a human being, Mingjun often encountered this kind of situation. He explored a set of health-preserving methods early on, but it is a pity that he did not wait until he was old to try them one by one, and he became a ghost.

It's good to be a ghost, at least you don't need to worry about being entrapped by some prescriptions. As the king of the underworld, he can also be regarded as the god who governs the three realms.

"Bring it back." The ghost messenger replied coldly, as if he had turned back to the cold-hearted big stone sculpture 800 years ago.Mingjun stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, but he didn't say anything, and only asked him to come over and help him with his affairs.Wen Yanzhi sighed again, and lowered his eyes to study ink and lay paper for him. Ming Jun thought his reaction today was very interesting, and when he finished dealing with the matter at hand, he turned to look at him: "What, what's the matter again?" Who dissatisfied you?"

"No, very satisfied." The ghost messenger hummed, obviously dissatisfied.

Mingjun didn't like this, but he didn't bother to expose the other party's disguise, he just put down his pen and said he was going to take a rest, and ordered the ghost messenger to follow him and fan him.

There are roughly two types of people with water in their heads in the world. One is to cook in the stove in summer, and the other is to fan in autumn and winter.The ghost envoy secretly rolled his eyes, not daring to let Mingjun see, on the surface he still pretended to be obedient, lowered his eyebrows and found a fan, and sat on the bedside to gently fan the troubled Lord.Now that things have happened, the ghost envoy has somewhat sensed that Ming Jun is deliberately making things difficult for him, but so far, he still doesn't understand which step is wrong.

"Tired?" Hunjun, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and enjoying himself, spoke again. Facing him, the ghost dared not say that he was tired. He quickly denied it and fanned him harder.Mingjun felt the wind stronger and stronger, tried his best to hold back his smile, opened his eyes pretending to be serious, and told him to put down the fan.Unaware of the situation, the ghost obediently threw down the fan, thinking that Hunjun had finally come to his senses and planned to let him go, but Mingjun sat up from the bed, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked: "In your eyes, what is Yan Hengrui like?"

"Of course it's very good." The ghost envoy hated Yan Hengrui's behavior, so he was annoyed when he heard his name, and his tone was sour, as if he had drunk half a catty of vinegar.Mingjun let out an "oh", and suddenly gave up the idea of ​​flipping out the booklet, and lay down again, planning to play with him for a few more days.

Lying down, he opened his eyes again, turned to the side, and teased his subordinates: "Seeing that you must be tired from running around every day, how about lying down and resting for a while?"

Ghost Envoy: "..."

Seeing the other party's eyes wide open, with an unbelievable expression on his face, Mingjun became even more interested, and was about to take this opportunity to tease him a few more words, but when he heard him say "offended" in a low voice, he actually crawled on the bed.Ming Jun was dumbfounded, thinking that it is not a good thing for his subordinates to be too obedient, and he also took it seriously if he made a joke with him.But since he had already gone to bed, it was not easy to drive him down. A gentleman could not be followed by a horse, so Mingjun had to lie side by side with him like this, straight as two corpses.

At the moment Wen Yanzhi climbed onto the bed, Shuhuai and Wanzhu happened to pass by the window, they inadvertently caught a glimpse of the situation inside the house, and suddenly turned pale with fright, as if they had broken through Mingjun's secret.Shu Huai grabbed Mo Yun, and before he turned his head to look, he dragged him away, walking in the world, sometimes the less you know, the better, with too many secrets in your hands, it is easy to become a victim object of protection.

Wan Zhu followed behind them, running so hard that she couldn't even breathe. During this period of time, she taught Xue Yi to hide in the underworld to be lazy, and she rarely moved twice a day, and she was a little uncomfortable running suddenly.Shuhuai invited her to go to search for Silin together last night, she was really moved, but it was not because she wanted to see the younger brother, but because she was bored for too long and suddenly wanted to go for a walk.In fact, she still hasn't figured out how to face her little brother, she is still thin-skinned and can't bear the slightest embarrassment.

"Changqing went out again last night, did you hear him go out?" Mo Yun held the jade plate in his hand, walked forward in the direction guided by the gold thread, and asked seemingly casually.

Shuhuai slept soundly last night, where could he hear other voices, he didn't know anything about what Mo Yun mentioned, but Wanzhu was a light sleeper, and noticed the movement outside, and immediately took over the conversation: "I I heard him go out, and there is no one outside in the middle of the night, what is he doing?"

"He made a bet with your little brother... Silin said that the Queen Mother poisoned his own son. Changqing didn't believe it, so he bet thirty jars of good wine." Mo Yun frowned, very helpless, "He made a bet , After thinking about it, he suddenly became worried, got up in the middle of the night and sneaked into the palace to inquire about the news, guess what he saw?"

"What did you see? Tell me quickly, don't keep it secret." Wanzhu was also curious about what Changqing saw, because she heard the dragon crying in the house last night.

Mo Yun tilted his head, pondered over his words, and then replied: "Silin took the little emperor and escaped. It stands to reason that the queen mother would have to go to the emperor's bedroom to check in person, but she didn't go at all, and even insisted that the new king is dead. The so-called corpse was sent to the imperial mausoleum overnight."

"Where is there any corpse, listen to her nonsense." Shu Huai interjected, "The coffin contains several palace maids, not even funerary utensils, and they are the ones who have just been questioned by Mingjun."

During the conversation, Jinsi led the three of them to the door of a cave, Shuhuai looked up, and thought that the cup was delicious, but he didn't know how he found this place.

Silin had heard their conversation a long time ago, but she was too lazy to move, so she sat where she was and called Yan Lingxi to open the door.He was probably the first one who dared to command the emperor, but Yan Lingxi never regarded himself as the emperor. Hearing him calling himself, he immediately put down the book in his hand and ran to open the door.

When Shuhuai and the others were talking, they didn't deliberately lower their voices, so Yanlingxi could hear a little bit.Even though he had been prepared in his heart, he still couldn't help being disheartened when he found out that his mother was so heartless.Most of the family members in the royal family are very weak. No matter what kind of relationship they have, they will almost give in in front of interests. Although Yan Lingxi is the queen mother's own son, when he really threatens the queen mother's rule, the other party doesn't mind obliterating him .Yan Lingxi understands this, so he doesn't plan to go back to find that cruel mother, maybe he will be regarded as a deadly ghost if he appears in front of the Empress Dowager.

"He has no hands or feet, why did you come here?" The moment the door was opened, Shuhuai was really surprised when he saw Yan Lingxi.He thought it would be Silin who came to open the door, and he was even ready to scold Silin, but it was this kid who appeared in front of him. Just say something.

"You have hands and feet, why don't you open the door yourself?" Silin's voice came from the depths of the cave, mixed with the sound of gurgling water, Shu Huai reckoned that there was a lake here, connected to the river or stream outside.The cup is good enough to enjoy, but the book is ashamed, it would be great if there is such a wonderful place in the underworld, where you can hide when you are upset.

Hearing the younger brother's voice, Wanzhu became more courageous and no longer flinched.At this time, she forgot the embarrassment, as if nothing had happened, she walked into the cave with a lamp, and wanted to find her younger brother to talk about the old days.

Yan Lingxi stared at her for a long time, making sure that she had never seen such a woman in red, but seeing how happy she was talking with Silin, she seemed to be an old friend from the past, so she didn't ask any more questions, and just ran to the corner read here.

He is not like his dull father, nor his vicious mother, who is he like?Could it be like his grandfather from another generation?Shuhuai has never met Yanlingxi's ancestors from another generation, only his parents, and his impression is not very good. As the son of the two of them, Yanlingxi is like a small flower that emerges from the mud and is not stained. Who knows How did he grow up like this?Shu Huai was puzzled, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Yun, thinking that blood relationship is really a strange thing, Yan Lingxi meets her parents every day, but the result is not like this, let alone that, since Mo Yun was born She has never met her own mother, but her personality is getting closer to Mu Hua's side. No one can tell the reason behind this.

Just thinking about it like this, Mo Yun suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked on his head: "Will you just look at me? If you have something to do, then go and watch it."

"You just owe it, and if you have something to say, what will you do with me!" Shuhuai covered his forehead and glared at Mo Yun, "I won't look at you anymore, go play by yourself!"

Shuhuai was still unhappy after scolding, so he raised his hand to pat Mo Yun, but the latter dodged to the side, and moved away lightly and skillfully.How dare you hide?Shuhuai was so angry that he rolled his eyes to the sky, and decided not to talk to him again until the sun rose tomorrow.

Wan Zhu talks a lot, especially in front of her younger brother, because Silin has a strange sense of admiration for her, no matter what she says, the other party will agree to everything.Although Shuhuai said that Silin was just flattering her to make her realize the reality, but she was lucky and felt that she was still qualified to be a big sister.

She does have this qualification. From the source of spiritual energy, Silin can be counted as her brother, even though his original body is a cup, and the body of Evening Candle is the ever-burning lamp.It's very interesting to say that Xueyi is Shuhuai's younger sister, but her current body and Wanzhu's lamp are a pair. Silin can be regarded as Wanzhu's younger brother, but their original bodies are quite different.Relationships in the world are intricate, and it is by no means easy to straighten out and find out.

"We two siblings are chatting, why are you here to join in the fun?" Seeing Shuhuai approaching, Wanzhu wanted to drive him away, lest he would disturb her bragging.Shuhuai didn't know what she was thinking, but he had nowhere to go now, and he didn't want to talk to Mo Yun, so he could only hang around here.

After his interruption, Wanzhu actually forgot what he was talking about just now, so he sighed heavily, telling the book to let the fart go quickly, and to hold back a fart even if there is no fart.

She's a good-looking girl, but why is she so ugly when she speaks?Shuhuai glanced at her, not intending to be polite to her, and said to Silin, "I probably don't need to mention certain things again, but you must know that Lord Ming regards this matter as very important. Stop it as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

Silin could understand what he was talking about, but did not respond to it, and even asked him in turn: "Which do you think is better, life or death?"

"You want to talk about this kind of topic again?" Shuhuai blinked, intending to fool him a few words casually, "This varies from person to person, and there is no way to explain it clearly just by talking about it."

The other party had expected him to say this, and immediately cut off his words: "Don't talk about others, just talk about yourself, the following remarks may be offensive, please bear with me-I have always wanted to ask, based on your own experience Do you want to live, or die?"

"You're really not polite to me at all, you just asked this when you came up." Shuhuai rubbed his nose, "If I were to answer this question, it's actually very simple. Everything I do depends on the arrangement of heaven. The Great Dao arranged for me to die, so I will die happily. Anyway, in the three realms, there is not much more than me, and there is not much less than one... But my name has long been absent from the book of life and death, and Dao Dao doesn't care much about me. "

Hearing his last words, Wan Zhu scolded beside him, and said with a sneer: "You are not governed by the law of heaven, and your lifespan has no end. Are you doing well?"

"Be less angry, you will grow old easily when you are angry." Shuhuai didn't care about her, but was afraid that she would suddenly set himself on fire, so he moved to Si Lin's side.

Cup Essence also moved to make room for him. The two stared at each other for a while, and Silin asked again: "Then let me put it bluntly. What would you think if he was the one who was going to die?"

Shuhuai finally found out, Silin was extremely honest, he said his speech was not good, it was definitely not good.If it was placed in the human world, he would have been scolded to death countless times by those mortals if he casually assumed the life and death of others.

Since he asked, Shuhuai could only answer, because if he didn't answer, he would never realize that there was something wrong with his approach.Silin asked such a question, apparently to persuade Shuhuai to agree with him. If Shuhuai wants to change his perception, he must first express his own attitude, and secondly, persuade him in reverse.

But no matter how easy the question is to answer, as long as it involves Mo Yun, Shuhuai will feel unspeakably uncomfortable.He was still partial in his heart, and the distinction between great love and personal affection mentioned before in front of Ming Jun was indeed not wrong at all.With selfishness, it is difficult to be fair, and he will never be able to be fair in his life.

"If the fate is like this, I will be sad and may die with him; but I am selfish and want to wait for him after reincarnation. If I die, there will be no next life, and I will never see him again. That is what I don't want It's..." Shuhuai blurted out, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly, so he smiled, "Don't mind if the speech is messed up."

Silin responded, and waited for him to continue, but his mind was very confused, and it took him a long time to spit out the next words: "If it's not fate, but someone secretly harming him, then I will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. I also want to get him back. I still say the same thing, if the destiny is like this, I will follow the way of heaven, if the way of heaven does not want him to die, then no one can kill him."

"I think you should think about it carefully, whether Tiandao wants to take his life back, or someone else wants to harm him." Shuhuai pointed to the far corner, where Yan Lingxi was sitting there concentrating on reading.Silin fell into silence, and after a while, she showed a wry smile: "Is it the way of heaven or man-made...how can I tell the difference?"

"The way of heaven is very mysterious. You don't need to deliberately think about how to conform to it. Just do what you have to do. Treating people as human beings is conforming to the way of heaven." Zhu sat by and listened, unable to tell whether he was talking nonsense.

Wanzhu couldn't understand what he was talking about, but Silin seemed to understand.Shuhuai interrupted the topic in time, because he found that there was a small thing behind him that shouldn't appear.

The little black dog shook its head and tail, rubbing the waist of Shuhuai happily: "I heard it all."

"You heard it wrong!" Shu Huai denied it, "I didn't say anything!"

The author has something to say: the rainy days in the north are really cold...