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Wei Chuchu gritted his teeth: "You bald donkey with no eyes! Mom, let's ignore him. He doesn't want us to live there, and I don't want to live there yet! What's there to live in in the mountains? I want to go back and tell my father and husband that we I’m being bullied outside!”

Mrs. Wei snorted from her nostrils, raised her chubby finger, and pointed unceremoniously at Huimin and the monks in the temple: "Just wait for me!"

The Wei family's mother and daughter went to the Zen room to pack their luggage angrily.

Wei Shaoqian gently shook his folding fan and reached out to touch Xiao Qingyang's face frivolously, but Xiao Qingyang avoided him indifferently.

He leaned towards Xiao Qingyang with a smile and whispered ambiguously: "Why are you stubborn? When the princess marries into the Wei family, I will definitely tame you and become a standard virtuous woman."

He curled his lips, turned and left.

Xiao Qingyang spat indifferently.

She turned to help Nan Chengyi: "You are injured..."

Nan Chengyi looked at the red bean hairpin on her bun.

His pale lips curved slightly, and when Xiao Qingyang looked over, they disappeared without a trace.

Nan Baoyi offered his hand and told Cai'er: "Go back to the Zen Temple first and ask the palace maid to boil some hot water and prepare some more golden sore medicine."

Cai'er hesitated.

She glanced at Xiao Qingyang and Nan Chengyi and whispered: "The Wei family is angry, why is Your Highness still close to him? After all, the husband of the Wei family is your future husband, the man you will rely on for the rest of your life, and your attitude towards him is really bad... …You are a little ungrateful.”

Xiao Qingyang was surprised.

She stared at Cai'er for a long time and said in a cooler voice, "Are you the master?"

Cai'er choked on her words.

She wrung her hands and had to lower her head to do her work.

Arrive at the Zen monastery.

Nan Baoyi stood aside and watched Xiao Qingyang place the unconscious fifth brother on the green bamboo couch in the side room.

Take off the bloody clothes, clean the wounds, wash the towels...

She does everything herself and does not rely on others.

She probably loved her fifth brother very much.

Nan Baoyi thought, because she really couldn't help, so she had to sit next to her, and asked curiously: "Is Cai'er a member of the Queen's family?"

"no."

"Then why did she..."

Xiao Qingyang sat by the couch and bandaged Nan Chengyi's wounds, "On the eve of the wedding, Wei Shaoqian ran to my palace arrogantly and wanted to have sex with me. I refused and went to the Imperial Garden. When I returned, I found that he was actually with me. Cai'er has become a thing. I thought Cai'er would hate him, but who knew..."

She hates that iron cannot be made into steel: "Obviously she was forced, but she still rushed to give her the best! All day long she persuaded me to marry Wei Shaoqian, as if she was afraid that she wouldn't be his concubine!"

Nan Baoyi was chattering.

She looked at the two people on the couch and decided to leave them alone, so she left by changing her clothes.

After passing through the verandah, I saw Cai'er tidying up the dressing table in the Zen room.

She carefully picked up a piece of hair from the side of the jade comb, wrapped it in a white handkerchief, and hid it preciously in her arms.

When she pushed the door open and saw Nan Baoyi standing outside the window, she was startled.

She quickly made a serious face: "Why is Miss Nan standing here?"

Nan Baoyi yelled: "Looking at the snow.

"

Cai'er looked at her strangely and left.

Nan Baoyi watched her walking towards the bamboo forest, feeling something was wrong.

Just then Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao came over.

The two of them were still wearing monk's robes, looking like otherworldly masters.

Tang Xiao flicked his tail: "Sister Baoyi, what are you doing standing here?"

Nan Baoyi didn't say a word and turned around to enter the house with doubts.

She squatted on one knee and carefully inspected the area near the Qingzhu bed.

Zhou Lingshu gnawed on a carrot he had stolen from somewhere and said curiously: "Sister Baoyi, what are you looking for? Tell us and we will help you!"

Nan Baoyi was silent, his fingertips brushing the bamboo floor inch by inch.

The Zen room where Di Ji lives is every inch clean.

Even if you step on the floor while wearing white socks, the socks will not be stained at all.

She finally touched a little ashes near the corner of the wall.

She leaned in and sniffed, but couldn't smell anything.

Like the ashes of burning white paper, blown to the corner by the wind.

She raised her head: "Do you know the art of witchcraft?"

Tang Xiao raised his hand: "I heard from my mother-in-law that it is a unique thing in southern Xinjiang, and it is very sinister! Could it be that Sister Baoyi suspects that Emperor Ji's nightmare is due to the magic of witchcraft? But the palace is most taboo about this. Queen Shen governs The palace is strict, there is absolutely no one in the palace who is good at witchcraft."

Nan Baoyi pondered.

It is neither a witch nor a ghost...

So what is the cause of the nightmare?

Zhou Lingshu lazily sat down and held up his orchid finger: "There are thousands of hallucinations in my dreams, and occasionally I have nightmares for a few days. I often dream of being chased by ghosts, it's so scary!"

phantom……

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and a person suddenly appeared in my mind——

Mrs. Durian.

She is good at Qimen Bagua and illusion.

His eyes fell on the corner of the wall again.

Now that I think about it, these ashes look very much like the fire butterflies that Mrs. Liuhua plays with her fingertips every time she appears after they are burned out.

Nan Baoyi stood up holding on to the bedpost.

That woman is still alive...

He even reached Chang'an.

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously.

She rolled up her skirt, ignored Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao's exclamations, and quickly ran towards the bamboo forest of the Zen Yuan.

Cai'er is no longer here.

Even in winter, the bamboo forest is still green.

She stepped through the thick fallen leaves, looked in all directions, and shouted: "Liuhua, come out, I know it's you who caused His Highness's nightmare!"

The cold wind passed by, and the bamboo forest showed blue ripples.

The rustle of the bamboo leaves was like the strange words of a monster, mocking her for her weakness.

"Liuhua, you dare to do it but don't dare to admit it? It's in vain that you wanted to compete with me for my second brother before. You are as timid as a mouse. What qualifications do you have to compete with me-"

Before the girl finished speaking, a whistling sound came from behind.

She turned around.

The charming and gorgeous beauty suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest, wearing a fire-colored palace skirt, with long hair spread around her waist, playing with fire butterflies with her fingertips, looking at her with a half-smile.

Haven't seen him in years.

Her eyebrows became more seductive, and her whole person exuded a trace of evil aura.

Nan Baoyi knew that although she was powerful in illusion and light kung fu, she did not have the martial arts to kill people.

She was therefore fearless: "It was Wei Shaoqian who asked you to attack Di Ji, right? After Cai'er gave Di Ji's hair to you, you arranged strange gossips near the Zen room and used illusions to make her dream of fearful things. "

Apart from Wei Shaoqian, she really couldn't think of anyone else who had a grudge against Xiao Qingyang.

Cai'er also likes Wei Shaoqian, so she is definitely willing to help him both inside and outside.

Liuhua tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "I haven't seen you for a year, but you are much smarter. Wei Shaoqian is my guest, and I am more than happy to help him."

She looked at Nan Baoyi: "I admire Xiao Daoyan, but he tried to kill me time and time again. I thought I had no hope in this life, so I willingly became a social butterfly in Chang'an City, wandering among the nobles of aristocratic families. , strive for some profit. But I never expected that you would not be able to give birth to an heir for him."

She leaned closer to Nan Baoyi and lowered her voice: "Sister Nan, can I make a deal with you? I'll help you give birth to his child, and you let me be his concubine, how about that?"

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