This is probably the most lively time in the mansion since Song Qing was demoted.

Lu Xiaoqi should have left after finishing his work, but Qilin was not in a hurry and was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to harass her, so she had no choice but to stay until the evening.

At this moment, the unknown person was kneeling beside the coffin and was heartbroken and wanted to treat everyone who came to pay their respects. She was full of resentment, resentment of the emperor's injustice, resentment of her husband's failure, resentment of her uncle's burden, resentment of her parents' powerlessness, and even more resentment of these people who came to mourn hypocritically!

Seeing the two-faced and three-killing person coming with slander, the woman was about to get up and scold him. She was about to struggle, but the Qilin kneeling beside her held her sleeve tightly and shook her head and said no.

The expression seemed to be like her husband's death, and Song Li sat back in a daze.

The treacherous minister bowed a little and then spoke to the auditorium: "Mrs. Sister-in-law, if there is not enough staff, you can borrow it from our houses! Although this is hasty, it should not be shabby. It makes others think that the officials neglect the loyal ministers... Why is there a maid in red in the auditorium? It's too unconventional!"

He pointed to Lu Xiaoqi, who was sitting behind the pillar watching the show: "Is that a monk? He's almost out of his clothes, oh, tsk tsk tsk! I really didn't expect that Brother Song was so far... Let me see if General Song was walking peacefully in the coffin!"

He really wanted to push the coffin lid, but no one of the officials behind him who had read the books of sages was stopped. Song Li was shocked and was about to curse!

"Damn it!"

Lu Xiaoqi didn't plan to pay attention to him because he saw Ding Yao, who was suddenly named next to him, and was regarded as a maid by the thief, and he knew that someone had done the next work.

Song Li looked at the treacherous minister's hat suddenly rushing around the room as if it had wings. Everyone was shocked. At this time, the brazier was rolled up with a burst of ashes. It was like a black hand taking advantage of the situation and pulled the black hat into the brazier. The man couldn't take it. He saw that it was burned into a cluster of flames and turned into ashes with the paper money.

When the old master was wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money with the young master, he smiled kindly, quickly smashed the ashes with a wooden stick, and shouted: "The Bachelor of Literature offers a black hat... Please enjoy it!"

"This..." The people behind couldn't stand any longer, and they had timid gestures to turn back at any time. After all, there were many strange things in the Song family. If the one in front hadn't pulled them to see the joke, they wouldn't have been disturbed. Besides, Song Qing didn't interact with them during his lifetime, so it would be nothing if his friends didn't come.

The treacherous minister shouted, "Where did the demonic wind come from?" Unexpectedly, the demonic wind in his mouth suddenly became powerful, like an invisible hand, pushing their sarcastic people out of the threshold together, falling in a row, with their boots and hats crooked.

When he was walking up with a group of people, he saw a man's face made of red light and shadows spliced ​​down like a mountain falling down from the auditorium. The man's face was wide open, his cheeks were bearded, his eyes were open and his beard was angrily thrust, which made people so scared that he didn't dare to look directly.

A small official peed his pants on the spot and cried, "It's the judge! The judge of the underworld!"

He cried for a few times and fainted from fear. The rest of the people were not much better. They wanted to run away, but their hands and feet were weak, and they didn't dare to move at all.

The red face, taller than the house, opened its mouth and spoke, deafening:

"A loyal minister of Song Qing, a generation of loyal ministers, came to the mortal world of Wu Qu, to avoid disasters and kill enemies. He had 9981 wounds on his body, and he was full of merits everywhere! He was strong and upright, not good at all, and he should have been 99 years old! He was humiliated by the treacherous and treacherous, causing him to die in vain. He is only fifty now, and the remaining forty-nine years is that you will make up for it later. You will have to pierce arrows into meat pie for forty-nine years!!"

The judge finished speaking in one breath, opened his mouth wide, "Ah!..." A roar of shocking the sky was shaking his heart and courage. The yellow sand rage that came from somewhere in the mouth sprayed all the people and almost buried them all!

Not far away, the eunuchs who came to announce the imperial edict and sealed them, caught him off guard and witnessed the whole process. They were all so scared that they collapsed on the ground, holding the imperial edict, they were afraid that they would not be able to get up!

Song Li covered the child's eyes and stared at the present revenge, still scared, Qilin stood beside him and said slowly:

"They will know that good and evil will be rewarded."

After the smoke and dust subsided, the eunuchs left with a sad face, either staying or staying. They came to proclaim the imperial edict in a trembling voice. The man went to various places to proclaim the imperial edicts all day long, and was offered as an angel. He was used to being arrogant. This time, he was despised and surrendered to the nobles. After receiving the imperial edict, he led his younger brothers to kneel for a while, and said a long time of singing and regretful words. In addition, the title of the vassal king who brought the official reward was King Wu Zhao.

The famous King Wu Zhao died in early spring of this year at the age of fifty.

The diary said that King Wu Zhao died of a poisonous sore on his mouth.

In the same year, the whole country mourned and the king's enthrone was amnesty to comfort the hearts of the people and the heroes.

But no matter how you conceal it, the sayings of gods and ghosts are rampant, and there are many kinds of rumored versions, all of which are the legends about Wu Quxing riding the nine-colored rainbow to the dynasty but dying from treacherous ministers.

The treacherous minister Wen Xiang stayed in the house and was sick for three months, and he was deserted. He retired and returned home. He ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name to refine immortality pills. He had a mess and died of bloating after taking the wrong pill.

When Lu Xiaoqi returned, it was the night when Song Qing died.

He, Ding Yao and Qilin, who were already Song Qingyuanhun, at that time, and used tea instead of wine in the courtyard and said goodbye.

Song Qing looked at the bright moon in the cold night and sighed, saying that he was a blessing in disguise. Now he is really indifferent to his official position and has never been so happy. The scenery in his eyes is different from before:

"Only this cool moon can cleanse the dust of the world."

Lu Xiaoqi admired the man who was killed once, and he actually had the mind of losing his losses. He also learned from them and gave in and instructed him:

"From now on, you must not treat Mrs. Song and her husband anymore. The young master can only call you uncle. You have to be more open-minded."

Song Qing laughed, the man was so heroic, and with Qilin's picturesque face, he was so handsome. He touched the jade bi on his waist and said, "I have known since I was a child that there are gains and losses. Everything cannot be perfect. Now this situation is also what Qilin has been trying hard to ask for for me. The best result is that I will cherish it and protect them to live a good life without any mistakes. Please rest assured."

Ding Yao was still angry with those shameless people. She asked curiously: "Will you find an opportunity to avenge your personal revenge? Do I want me to help you now?"

Song Qing shook his head: "Forget it! If it weren't for them, how could I have had this strange fate to know the two of you? Besides, I have figured out this matter long ago, it's a dead end. If I were the official, I might not have done much better than him."

Lu Xiaoqi nodded and admired secretly.

It's not Song Qing's fault, it's not the emperor's fault, it's not even the treacherous minister's fault, it's completely

The tragedy of the times.

Therefore, the life-saving medicine that Qilin is determined to ask for does not exist in this era.

All dynasties have carried several or even more innocent lives to slowly push the huge wheel of history forward, constantly reform, constantly bleeding, and constantly move forward...

This itself is a hopeless death.

Lu Xiaoqi was about to say goodbye after drinking tea. The Qilin card on Song Qing's waist flashed and a human-shaped blue halo came out. Seeing that his light was too strong, Song Qing quickly picked up a white cloak and put it on his head to block the dazzling halo.

At this time, it was the real Qilin, and he wanted to say goodbye to Lu Xiaoqi himself.

But when an empty human figure came over wrapped in a cloak, Lu Xiaoqi suddenly remembered all the things in the memory scene! His heart suddenly became thunderous!

It turned out that the vast army in his memory, the human figures that didn't even show their eyes, and the empty figures under the red cloak, were all high-level and strongest jade spirits!

The Qilin in front of me is so powerful that it can travel thousands of years and can steal the sky and change the sun; wouldn’t the army of thousands of jade spirits in my memory destroy everything?

What kind of powerful army will face the difficulties and fight to the death with thousands of Yulings?

And since the Jade Spirit is so powerful, why is it a miserable victory in the end?

Then, when is the memory of and whose memory?

The more Lu Xiaoqi thought about it, the more frightened he felt that the fingerprint in his hand became hot. He pinched it tightly and said goodbye in a hurry.

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On the way back, I was traveling all night, two or three sparks of fire, and my eyes could see a familiar corner of the Shanyu family. Lu Xiaoqi suddenly touched me for some reason and stopped and asked Ding Yao:

"Who am I? Am I really still Lu Xiaoqi?"

Ding Yao looked into his eyes and nodded affirmatively: "You are Lu Xiaoqi."

Hearing this answer, Lu Xiaoqi closed his eyes, took a deep breath and smiled:

"Go back!"

He was about to walk to Qingtong Lane, but he remembered and told Ding Yao:

"I don't have to tell others about this incident, including Bai Lin and Su Lai, and I don't want to cause trouble."

After hearing this, Ding Yao only looked at him and didn't say anything. After she saw this, Lu Xiaoqi remembered that such instructions were simply redundant.

Because after thinking about it carefully, Ding Yao never seemed to have taken the initiative to say a word to other people, except for him, Lu Xiaoqi.

Lu Xiaoqi shook his head, gave Ding Yao a smile, and went back to sleep that he had longed for.

Strangely, the cup of boiling water by the bed was still hot, and it seemed that he had not gone out to squat somewhere for a day and a night, but only for a moment.

Lu Xiaoqi picked up the glass of water, drank it down, spread out his palm and revealed a crystal-shining object. It was vomited to him by the Qilin when he was leaving, saying that he could no longer transform. This Qilin Divine Pearl is a good thing to transform and should not be disappointed. If one day in the future, if there is a jade spirit to need a body, this will definitely come in handy.
Chapter completed!