Should the soul

The daylight in Nanshi was just right, the crowds were turbulent, like a dream, and the traffic was busy. Kong Jie was in a trance for a while, and looked at the sun with some incomprehension.

Just now Chen Ying took the initiative to talk about a lot of things before the Danshu, how the guy beat up the madman in the restaurant, how wild the fight was, how he made friends, rode and shot, competed to shoot and kill wild animals, how he got up early and was greedy in the dark. Provoking the Duke, little Tang Hou looked at the memories in Chen Ying's eyes, listening to those stories was like listening to his own childhood stories.

Finally, the little Marquis Tang asked, "How did he die?"

Chen Ying replied: "At the beginning of February this year, when he went out for an outing in the city, he met a group of gangsters who were running around. They took away his belongings and killed him."

When Tang Fang heard what happened at that time, he only felt his heart sank with a "thump".

Little Kong Jie said worriedly in his heart: "I'm afraid this is a conspiracy."

Tang Fanghan responded with a serious voice: "Of course this is a conspiracy."

The person named Danshu was deliberately arranged. He wore Yu Linglong with his own soul, imitated his behavior with ulterior motives, and approached Zhou Yin with ulterior motives. Even the accident and time of death were the same as his own back then. like...

"But... what are the people behind the scenes trying to do?"

In front of the restaurant, Xiao Tang Hou didn't take a step, Xiao Kong Jie thought in his heart, he didn't want to understand.

Tang Fang was silent for a long time, then asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember the three times I tested Zhou Yin that he almost died?"

Little Kong Jie immediately realized something and exclaimed!

Tang Fang's eyes drifted away: "Have you remembered, the most recent time was this spring, and you asked me about it."

Kong Jie immediately said: "Yes! It was February. I was very impressed at that time, because something was wrong in the whole mansion for half a month. Like an iron bucket, General Yan, General Qu Tu, who only came to Beijing to report on his duties in a long time, came back secretly to visit, and the crown prince came very diligently during that time."

In fact, Tang Fang saw it. Before he recalled who he was, he saw Zhou Yin’s two deaths. One happened in the spring of Kaiping four years, and the other was this spring. It was late at night. After drinking a glass of poisoned wine, he straightened his clothes and sat quietly in the room of "Muren Mude" waiting to die, with his mink fur neatly folded in front of the table.

It's just that Zhou Yin's expression wasn't painful to himself at the time, he didn't know what it meant, and more because he didn't care, so he didn't mention it. Today, after connecting the cause and effect, he realized that it was Dan Shu's death that made Zhou Yin think again. He couldn't take it anymore after seeing his own death, and wanted to settle it once and for all.

"These rats..."

Tang Fang's body was tumbling for a while, sour and angry, which could not be restrained.

In a head-to-head confrontation, this group of villains couldn't defeat Zhou Yin, so they came up with such a trick to drag him to death without anyone noticing, and in the end they threw themselves clean, and almost succeeded!

Little Kong Jie felt his anger, and said with some fear, "Are we going to Dan Shu's tomb now?"

They don't know who is behind the scenes, and it is not appropriate to rush to the post house without evidence. Just now, Chen Ying gave them the location of Danshu's cemetery. Fortunately, he was buried outside the city. Maybe the bead is still on his head , maybe you can find some clues.

Tang Fang looked at the sky silently, knowing that he would not be able to come back after going out of the city to find the tomb and ask the spirit until night, and the cemetery would not run away, but he has more important things to do now: "Go to Taichang Temple."

Kong Jie went to Han Mu to ask for a magic weapon.

There are many utensils in the Zhaixing Pavilion, such as umbrellas, cinnabar pens, flawless jade flutes, quadruple feathers, and coral gold. Kong Jie wandered past, and finally pulled a foot of "ordinary" white silk.

Xiao Tanghou is a man of knowledge, and he recognized it. It is Wu Ling, the royal family who wrote "Longevity Posts" for their relatives in the past dynasties. They used cinnabar calligraphy symbols on it, hoping that ghosts and gods will not invade, and they will be in good health. At first glance, it looks like Ordinary Wu Ling, thin and soft, actually has three layers of patterns interwoven inside, and with a shake of the hand, it can even shake out the weight of a thin armor. It is said that such a "longevity post", a good weaver only once a year. If one can be woven, the Taichang Temple selects the best one and adds secret techniques to make it for the royal family. It is soft to the touch, and the whole body is shining with pearl-like luster.

Kong Jie took the "Changsheng Tie" and thanked him. Instead of going back to the government, he went to the shack in the bridge hole where he lived in the North City of Huang Daxian. Cut into three sections.

The talismans on the treated silk have slowly dissipated, leaving only the spring grass-like pattern left on the edge. Xiao Tanghou spread out the three pieces of silk, and picked up a pen to write on one of the silk. At the same time, The same writing and painting appeared in the other two sets, and the ink marks stayed for a few fingers, and then gradually dissipated, returning to the original white silk.

Little Kong Jie watched him do things quietly, although he noticed the peculiarity of this Lingtie, he didn't understand what little Tanghou was going to do.

After it was finished, Xiao Tang Hou asked someone to bring a message to Huang Zhou. After it was dark, Huang Daxian got the news and came back. As soon as he entered the shack, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Kong Jie wiped the corner of his mouth and gestured towards him: " That, take it to Zhou Yin, and say that this longevity post can communicate with the ghost of King Anping."

Huang Daxian looked down, was taken aback, and reached out to lift the neatly stacked Wu Ling on the table: "Why did you cut it?"

Huang Daxian naturally recognized the "Longevity Post" made by his master, but he had never seen anyone cut it open.

Kong Jie laughed, and his eyes were a little drunk: "It's only useful if you cut it," he said, patting the skirt of his clothes, "I have two other pictures, one for his reply and one for spare, go ahead and get it Give him something, and make up something casually."

Huang Daxian saw that he was drunk again, and knew that he was unhappy.

The little Marquis Tang who got angry yesterday was too frightening, he didn't dare to persuade him, but today Tang Fang bought another wine, sat there wrapped in the shabby quilt of the shack and drank silently, he solemnly put the longevity post in his arms, approached After a few steps, he asked softly, "Why didn't you tell him yourself?"

Kong Jie sat motionless, and just when Huang Daxian couldn't answer, he said seriously: "I don't want to see him."

"Huang Daxian, tell me, tell me..."

He raised his head, with an expression of crying or laughing, and said loudly: "What is the difference between me now and Danshu? You know we are different, but other living people, including Zhou Yin, know what is different between us?! We It’s just a substitute for King Anping, Zhou Yin’s indulgence to me is not because of anything else, but because this child is like King Anping—I really want to use my identity to talk to him!”

He raised his hand and slammed his heart hard, and the dilapidated shack immediately gave out two clear and empty "bang bang" sounds from his chest.

"...But I can't see him as myself."

Little Tang Hou yelled too fiercely, afraid that he would burst into tears for a moment, he immediately looked away, and said in a muffled voice: "...I don't want to see him, you can send him off for me, and I will borrow your precious land for a few days."

If he wants to show up here, no one can stop him.

Huang Daxian didn't know the inside story of the Danshu, but he could see it at this time, this His Highness is now drunk and desperate, he can't persuade him, so he can only resign and run for him personally, and when the shack falls into silence again, Xiao Tanghou He also calmed down a bit, put down the wine gourd, collapsed, his limbs were limp, and went to see Zhou Gong, but he didn’t know how long he slept, and when he woke up, the shack was empty and cold. Still asleep, he subconsciously touched the silk thread on his chest, but there was no response, he was at a loss, how long had he been asleep?Did he miss it, or did Zhou Yin not believe it and didn't send the letter to himself?

Tang let go of his consciousness and walked around the room a few times, and opened the curtain to look at the moon outside. It was just Haishi, and according to Zhou Yin's living time, he should have not finished his official business by now, so he didn't miss it.

He spread out the Lingtie in his arms, sat cross-legged on the small bed and stared at it, waiting for Zhou Yin to talk to him——

A cup of tea, a stick of incense, three quarters, half an hour...

Little Tang Hou began to get anxious.

Did Huang Daxian fail to convey his meaning well?Is Zhou Yin refusing to accept?Or did he accept it?Or maybe Zhou Yin doubted the ability of this Lingtie to send messages?Or did he believe it, but he didn't believe that it was King Anping who corresponded with him?Xiao Tang Hou started a series of reasonable speculations, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still...

ah!Why did I say I want to live here? At least I can see what Zhou Yin is doing now if I live in the Duke's Mansion!

As soon as this thought flashed through, Kong Jie stood up immediately, grabbed the silk stickers and a pen and walked out non-stop. There was no curfew tonight, and he went unimpeded. He flashed his waist card outside the Duke's Mansion and entered the side door. , slipped by the red wall and planned to sneak back to the house, as if nothing happened today, but just as he was about to walk across the courtyard, the silk stickers on his chest moved a little, and he was all excited!Immediately looking for a bright spot, ran to the stone lamp more than ten steps away, and looked at it by the light of the fire——

Tang Fang didn't know what Huang Daxian said, but he guessed that with Zhou Yin's cautious character, he would not easily believe in a strange object, so he unfolded the silk post and saw a small flower first.

Zhou Yin drew a small flower.

Tang Fang covered his mouth, suppressed the excitement in his heart, quickly took out a pen in his pocket, and roughly squeezed the tip of the pen. It was inappropriate to place the silk note in his hand on the left and right, so he simply pasted it on the red wall. With a little light, he squatted at the base of the wall and scrambled to draw a few strokes. After a few strokes were completed, Tang Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and saw another pattern beside the little flower——

He drew two trees.

Tang Fang, Zi Zigui.Zhou Yin, the word Shuangshu.