Peach wood

The imperial garden at night is surprisingly quiet, the garden is full of red flowers and green leaves swaying in the breeze, and the pool water is blown by the wind to make waves one after another.There is only a bright moon hanging in the sky, but it is much brighter than the lamps on the ground. I don't know whether it is the dark night that makes it brighter or something else.

In such a dark night, there was a young man sitting alone on the railing of the bridge, watching the palace servants passing by with a lamp.They looked very much like the lamp spirit in red clothes, but the lamp spirit had not appeared in this palace for a long time.

The lamp spirit who called Wanzhu was also considered a senior of the young man, if he hadn't been contaminated with aura from her, his transformation time would have been delayed by another hundred years.And once a hundred years pass, the world will change its appearance, not only the world will be different, but people will also be different.The lifespan of a mortal is only a few decades, so if you want to take revenge, you have to do it as soon as possible.

The young man hummed a song quietly, and the maids and patrolling guards passing by him all lowered their heads, turning a deaf ear to the singing, and seemed to be unable to see anyone close at hand.He raised his hand to touch his face, and couldn't help sighing: "You were so beautiful in life, but you ended up like this after death."

He jumped off the bridge railing and wandered aimlessly around the palace. Every time he passed a palace room, he stopped and stared at the tiles that were still shining under the moonlight.It's too quiet tonight, and it's good for memories when it's quiet. He remembered that this place wasn't what it used to be, but it always seemed to be like this, without any difference.

Someone hidden in his body moved, making a weak protest to him, but this movement was too small and light, and there was no threat, he would never take this kind of petty behavior in his eyes.He left here, appeared a hundred steps away in the blink of an eye, and wandered to the East Palace.

East Palace, the prince's residence.

The boy was still reading at night with the lamp on.

He stood in the distance, not daring to vent his breath, and only looked at the boy in the house from a distance through a shadow.When he becomes the crown prince, will he be the adult he thinks about day and night?Unexpectedly, after going around and around, the fate still wanted to arrange for that adult to approach the emperor's house, which was full of gold and jade.

Even if the distance is far away, he can clearly see the trembling eyelashes and the agile eyes, but this time he can no longer understand the wish in the other party's heart - no, in other words, he has never been I haven't understood it.

The young man seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly raised his head to look at him.He was startled, and quickly backed away. The boy blinked, only seeing a vast darkness.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, and Mingjun also suffers from insomnia. Fortunately, after being a ghost, he no longer needs to carry out such activities, even if he sits in the room with his eyes wide open for several hours, he will not be able to sleep. feel tired.

The river Styx flows quietly, and there is no sound at the bridge. At this moment, Wanzhu and Xueyi are not by the river. They have already formed a fixed routine, and they have gone back to sleep at this time.Lantern spirits and ghosts are still slightly different, they are closer to the Yaozu, and the Yaozu has flesh and blood, and they will also get sleepy.

In contrast, ghosts seem to be the most abrupt aliens in the Three Realms, and even Mingjun himself is a ghost who has only died for many, many years.The experience of being a mortal, which seems so far away now, sometimes suddenly recalls them, but feels so close at hand.

Yan Qingran untied his hair crown, leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, the light from outside the window shone in on his cheeks, which actually made this face a little more popular again.When he first arrived in the underworld, there were no such bright lights here. He was not used to the darkness of the underworld, so he forcibly placed them beside him, creating a scene similar to the human world.But in fact, he also knew in his heart that he would never be able to go back to the days he couldn't go back to, and now that he was the Lord of the Underworld, it was even more impossible for him to leave this place easily and return to the place he most wanted to return to.

Eight hundred years of time are like water, washing away the traces he left in the world; eight hundred years of time are like water, welcoming and sending away his old friends; Everyone knows it, but no one knows it.

Ming Jun closed his eyes, touched the back of his neck subconsciously, and couldn't help but recall the knife that fell with the wind.How many people's blood had flowed on the execution ground, the blood of the good and the wicked, all gathered in one place, and his blood was also mixed with it.He didn't know what happened afterwards, and he didn't even know where he was buried indiscriminately after his death. Maybe they were even stingy with a piece of burial place and couldn't bear to give it to him.

A pair of hands suddenly covered his eyes, and a ghostly voice sounded beside him: "Have you thought of something unpleasant again?"

"Sometimes I think you are very obedient, but sometimes I find that you are not." Yan Qingran sighed, unaware of the situation, thinking that he was scolding himself, and hurriedly moved his hand away, but at this moment Mingjun said again: " I guess you have something to do, don't sleep, you bring the hair crown."

It's not really important at all, there's no need for him to bother about it.The ghost emissary shook his head, and was about to retreat outside, not wanting to disturb him anymore, but Ming Jun seemed to be addicted to his subordinates, and now he even started to ask the ghost emissary to get the cattail fan, saying that it was extremely hot in the underworld, and it was necessary to take the fan. Fan to cool down.

The underworld was built deep in the ground, and the temperature was very stable all year round. The ghost emissary took a second look at Mingjun and felt that he was just making trouble for no reason.

As a subordinate, he had no reason to disobey the other party's order. No matter how reluctant he was, he obediently took a fan and sat on the side of the bed to fan Mingjun who was lying down again.While fanning the ghost, the ghost frowned in pain, like a poor young man being exploited by the children of a rich family.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ming Jun wanted to say something again. He lazily opened his eyes and waved to the ghost messenger: "Go, bring the thick quilt over here."

Wen Yanzhi: "..."

I had to do as I said.

So in the next hour, Yan Qingran asked him to get a thick quilt, to fan him, to drink hot water, and to eat iced watermelon.The ghost envoy was so busy that he couldn't tell what he was suffering. He didn't know which action he did wrong, or which sentence he said was inappropriate, so that Mingjun tossed him over and over again.

No matter how hard or tiring the day is, there will be a head. Mingjun can’t lie down for too long, so he has to get up to do things in the hall. He stretched himself, and called the ghost to get him a hair crown for the second time. The ghost was so wronged. Terrible, almost combing his hair with tears in his eyes.The Mingjun in front of the mirror still felt that it was not enough, it was something that could be done in a short time, so he insisted on forcing the ghost to dismantle it and reorganize it, and then dismantle it again.After going back and forth for more than ten times, Wen Yanzhi finally couldn't take it anymore, he knelt on the ground and began to sell miserably, hoping that he would show his noble hand and let him go.

"Get up, who made you kneel?" Ming Jun felt very strange, "Every time I say something to you, you have to kneel, who taught you to do this?"

Of course, no one else taught Wen Yanzhi to do this, it's just that he learned how to deal with Yan Qingran without a teacher.Although this Ren Mingjun likes to tease his subordinates on a whim, he is actually soft-hearted. If he grasps this weakness, he can easily turn passive into active and win a round in front of him.

The ghost messenger still bowed his head and knelt on the ground, silent from beginning to end, Ming Jun felt that this seemed not good, so he stretched out his hand to pull him up, comforted him a few words, and told him to go to the hall to tidy up the table first.Wen Yanzhi seemed to be pardoned, before he even had time to say a word, he ran out of the door in a hurry, it seemed that Mingjun's bedroom was definitely not as amiable to him as the Great Hall of Hades.

"I saw it with my own eyes, so how could it be fake?" Changqing and Mo Yun squatted in the corner, muttering in their mouths. From a distance, they looked like two little black chickens, pecking rice with their heads down. .Shuhuai walked around behind them and yelled unexpectedly. The two chicks were frightened and immediately jumped up from the ground flapping their wings.

Changqing was still in shock, he grabbed the wall beside him and complained: "Second brother, you can't scare the dragon like this, you will scare the dragon to death."

"What are you chattering about again?" Shuhuai giggled, "It's time to return to the human world to do business later, so you don't feel too nervous."

Nervousness is useless, and it cannot be eaten.The black dragon hummed twice, leaned forward and pretended to be mysterious and asked him: "Second brother, you said, what is the relationship between Mingjun and the ghost messenger?"

"It's just a relationship between superiors and subordinates. I advise you not to think too much. If Mingjun hears about it, you may have to sue your father again." Shu Huai did not forget that they were caught by Yan Qingran while reading a certain book. He immediately advised him to be careful, not to fall into the hands of Mingjun, and he would be beaten up as soon as he got home.

Heilong is already used to being beaten and scolded, and he doesn't remember beatings, so of course he doesn't care about it: "What's so scary? Second brother, let me tell you, I saw a ghost coming out of Mingjun's room late that night, Wiping tears while walking!"

Associating Wen Yanzhi with tears, Shu Huai was so disgusted that he shuddered. He guessed that the ghost messenger did something that shouldn't be done. Changqing misread it, and it looked like she was wiping tears.This is really a feng shui turn, Wen Yanzhi tells other people's stories every day, but when he meets this black dragon, he becomes the protagonist in the story instead.

Probably "one thing falls one thing" can also be used to describe this kind of situation, Shuhuai shook his head helplessly, telling Changqing to keep this matter in his heart, and don't talk about it everywhere, otherwise it will not only be suffering from his own father The beating is as simple as that, and the king of the underworld and the ghost messenger will also join the ranks of chasing and killing him.

Mo Yun was also skeptical about what Changqing said. He glanced into the hall quietly, seeing the ghost with his usual expression, still standing beside Mingjun studying ink for it, and couldn't help but feel that the truth was getting more and more confusing.However, the scene in front of him made him feel a little envious for no reason. When Changqing slipped away, he touched Shuhuai's arm expectantly: "When will you grind ink for me?"

"What are you thinking about all day long?" Shuhuai slapped the back of his hand, "I will grind ink for you whenever you write."

Let Mo Yun sit down and write one sheet after another, it is more difficult than reaching the sky.The little demon king was crying, thinking that he shouldn't mention this, but now, Shuhuai actually asked him to follow Wen Yanzhi to practice calligraphy, and it seemed that he couldn't do without practice.

Shuhuai is just talking verbally, they are very busy recently, it is impossible for Mo Yun to spare time to practice calligraphy.Those who were about to die in the book of life and death survived for two days, and now they are dead, and finally came to the underworld, and when the king of the underworld finished questioning there, it was time for them to go to the human world.

"Go and call Shuhuai in." Mingjun caught a glimpse of two figures standing outside the hall, and casually poked the ghost's waist.The latter didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked in a low voice, "Are you taking revenge on your subordinates?"

"Calling you to call someone is my revenge?" Ming Jun frowned in displeasure, "I don't want to take two steps, so what's the use of you!"

The ghost envoy was obviously not referring to this matter, but the other party wanted to misinterpret his meaning, and he had no choice but to put down the ink in his hand, and went outside the hall to call Shu Huai and Mo Yun inside.

The cause of death of these deceased was consistent with what Shu Huai had guessed earlier, and also matched the records in another book of life and death.They really died in a palace coup. These four words sound very eerie and terrifying, as if they were still dripping with blood. Although there are also coups that did not shed blood in the annals of history, they are still full of bright red. profound.

Shu Huai's eyes swept over the new dead ghosts, and he could tell who the king was with just one glance. Even when he arrived in the underworld, he was surrounded by the rest.But today is not what it used to be, he is no longer the lord of the world who turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, as long as he stands in front of Mingjun, everything in his life is like smoke, no matter what your status is, you have to accept him without exception Fair trial and ruling.The emperor in the world said that life and death are the decision, but in fact the real power of life and death is still in the hands of heaven and earth.

If the destiny wants you to die, you must die; if the destiny wants you to live, you must live.What is the use of alchemy?Alchemy can't make immortal medicine, which is just a legend fabricated by mortals for various ulterior purposes.

Surrounded by several old ministers, the monarch was skinny and skinny, and his face was greener than other ghosts. He looked like he had taken too much medicine. Shu Huai even thought that he did not die from a palace coup, but He died from taking poisonous "elixir".Shu Huai vaguely remembered that the last monarch died in this way before, but he didn't expect that after so long, mortals still didn't learn the lesson and completely ignored those lessons learned.

I heard that he also has an eldest son, who is only sixteen this year. After his death, the group of ministers who launched the coup planned to put the prince on the throne.There are not many young emperors in the world, but in the early days of their reign, almost all of them have weak foundations, and they are easy to become puppets of powerful officials. What's more, they are brutally killed after being used.Shuhuai looked at the so-called emperor with cold eyes, and found that he still hadn't repented until now. He stubbornly believed that he was not at fault, but he just wanted too much to become a fairy.

The more you pursue, the more difficult it is to obtain, and the same is true for the Dao.If you are struggling to pursue the right path, there is still a possibility that you will not be able to attain it, let alone if you are on the wrong path.This king doesn't want to pursue the Dao at all, what he cares most about is "becoming immortal" and "longevity".

And he doesn't care about political affairs, is irresponsible, and even failed to complete the tasks he should complete. The gate of Tiangong will definitely not be opened to him.

The book of life and death in the underworld is divided into two books, one records the date of birth and death, and the other records the life and cause of death.

The dates of birth and death have already been written down, and the book that records his life has been secretly opened by Shu Huai, but it is blank.

Although the lifespan of a person is constant, these stories have to be written by oneself.

"Take them all down and be punished." Mingjun flipped through the book of life and death, his face getting more and more ugly.The newly dead ghosts couldn't read his face, and tried to justify themselves and plead for mercy, but when Ming Jun raised his head and looked at them coldly, they immediately stopped talking.At this time, they finally realized that the place they were in was not the human world, and they had to abide by the rules here and obey the arrangements of Hades, because that was what they should bear.

Shuhuai yawned, lacking in interest.After watching these bad old men for a long time, he felt a little bored, so he turned his head and stared at Mo Yun for a while, trying to change his mood with this face.Mingjun thought they were still flirting in the hall, so he gave them a sneaky look, and immediately drove them away angrily, letting them roll to the human world quickly.

"You called us in and didn't tell you anything. Isn't it good for us to leave at this time?" Shuhuai thought he had forgotten that he had something to say, so he kindly reminded him, but in exchange he said, "There is nothing at all." thing".

Taking advantage of Mingjun not being able to see, the ghost envoy rolled his eyes behind his back, the quiet and peaceful appearance finally collapsed, Mo Yun let out a "huh", and suddenly believed Chang Qing's words.

At this moment, even Shuhuai had to believe that what Chang Qing said was true, maybe Yan Qingran really cried out in anger at Wen Yanzhi, a big rock.It's no wonder that anyone who is sent around will find it troublesome, let alone being forced to do things that don't have to be done.

Seeing Yan Qingran's attitude, Shuhuai dared not speak any more, and hurriedly dragged Mo Yun out of the hall.Feng Yi and Gong Fei had been waiting for him outside, and Chang Qing, the silly dragon, was also there. Shu Huai shrugged and followed them to the gate of Hades.

The beginning of autumn has passed, and the heat has not dissipated, but this late summer and early autumn, the imperial city in the world is destined to be unusual.

The author has something to say: I am going to Jinan tomorrow, and I am going to write one chapter into two chapters to ensure that there is an average of one chapter per day:)

Typing on the keyboard while the liver is tickling the mouse, the effect is outstanding.