Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 898
"It's too embarrassing, it's so embarrassing, it's really embarrassing..."

Mo Shuhuai, who had left Shangshi Bureau, was squatting in the corner, weeping as the tough man hugged his head for a long time. The little princess at the side saw him looking like a dog, and couldn't bear it any longer. She flew up and kicked him hard. His ass|butt.

"Okay bro, don't squat there and cry, it's embarrassing enough, if you are seen by the palace people passing by later, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?" Mo Wanyan copied her hands complicatedly, Unable to hold back, he raised his leg and gave him another kick.

"Furthermore, isn't it just that you had a little fun in front of the palace people of Shangshi Bureau? What's so scary about it?"

"The palace servants in the left and right palaces will be released to their hometowns when they reach the age of 25, and my brother and father have promised you that after this incident, you will not have to return to Beijing or go to court for 15 years. "

"In 15 years, when you are called back to Beijing, those palace people have already returned to their hometowns, and those who got married have already returned to their hometowns - at worst, you can bear it for another three or two months, and wait for things to happen. Don't get in touch with those palace people forever!"

The little princess curled her lips in disdain, but Mo Shuhuai really stopped crying when he heard that. He let go of his head, raised his head and looked at his older sister with tears in his eyes, sniffed his nose and puckered his lips. Thinking about it this way...it seems to be the same, huh?"

"Anyway, in a few months, I will be able to stay away from this hateful capital and return to my fiefdom to be my free and happy little bird. I really don't need to care what these little maids think of me."

"That's right, that's what happened!" Mo Wanyan nodded vigorously, and made a gesture to reach out and lift the young man who was squatting in the corner by his collar, "So brother, stop crying there, you can see me This blockage in my heart--"

"Quickly get up for me, we still have to go to Qianyang Hall!"

"Hey, I got it, I got it, tap it, my collar! Cough... Le Wan, you're going to strangle me to death—" Mo Shuhuai clutched his neck and wailed repeatedly, but in the end it was the little girl The princess picked it up with a tug.

The latter was probably out of temper this time, and he didn't care about his seniors when he squeezed him, but he exerted all his strength, and when he stood up, there was a circle of red marks on his neck from his clothes Coupled with his swollen eyes that have just cried, he really looks like a hanged ghost alive.

"Hiss—you're not very young, but you have strong hands." The young man who was almost handed over to Mo Wanyan rubbed his neck and complained softly. At last, he crossed his waist and stretched out his hand to her confidently. "Bring it."

"What are you bringing, big brother, don't keep saying weird things." The little princess dodged uncontrollably for a moment when she heard this, and then stepped back half a step behind Li Yunchi without any trace, trying to avoid Mo Mo. Shu Huai extended his protruding hand.

"The dim sum you just handed out at the Shangshi Bureau." The young man snorted coldly, and moved three inches in the direction of Mo Wanyan as he spoke, "I just happened to be crying and hungry, so I took this dim sum as yours." Make an apology for almost strangling me."

"What kind of dim sum, why come out?" The little princess poked her neck and tried to deny it, "Brother, let me tell you, don't accuse good people for nothing—besides, the Food Bureau is behind you, if you want to eat dim sum, you can eat it yourself Go and get it."

"Bah! I lost face there just now, and now I'm going to get some snacks, Le Wan, do you think I'm stupid?" Mo Shuhuai lowered his head and spit softly, "I'm not going, and I smelled your sleeve just now The aroma of the dim sum inside."

"The honey chestnut paste cake just made by the cook should still be hot, right?"

"Wow, you are really outrageous... You can smell such a light smell," Mo Wanyan glared in response, and reluctantly took out an oiled paper bag from his pipa sleeve, "It's like a dog's nose."

"I also specially wrapped it in three layers of oil paper, and I plan to take it home and share it with Xiao Yunchi."

"It's cheap for you, I didn't plan to take your share." The little princess muttered with a puffy face, and after she finished speaking, she opened the paper bag and shared a few pieces of snacks with the one big and one small on the left and right sides.

The young man who got the pastry was satisfied, he didn't care whether his eyes were still swollen or not, he sipped his pastry, and happily walked towards Qianyang Hall in the middle of the imperial city.

"Le Wan, let me tell you, it's not your elder brother, I was born with a dog's nose, it's because your sister-in-law cooks too badly." Mo Shuhuai groaned.

"Your sister-in-law, you know, since she was a child, she has a light mouth, and she doesn't like salt in everything she eats, and the cooks in the royal palace are all recruited nearby."

"My fief is close to Sangruo Fuli, and the taste is more or less salty and spicy. It's heavy. She's not used to it, and she doesn't want to spend a lot of money to hire a new cook from other places, so she can cook by herself."

"If it's just like this, it's fine. The key point is that she said that what kind of life interest is she saying is 'firewood, rice, oil, salt, washing hands and making soup'. I can't eat enough by myself, and I have to eat with her every day, don't you know? The dishes she cooks are called a clear soup with little water, the original flavor—”

"Let's just put it this way, Le Wan." The young man turned his head and took a serious look at the little princess, "Eating a meal of stewed pork knuckle made by her, your brother and I will have to run around Gong's room for at least three days."

"Hey~" Mo Wanyan let out a breath of air with a slumped face after hearing this, "Don't talk about big brother, the smell has come up, and the dim sum in my hand has suddenly tasted bad."

"It doesn't taste good anymore, so give me the remaining few yuan." Mo Shuhuai grinned arrogantly, "It happens that I'm not full yet."

"You are so beautiful, I just don't like eating well now, and it's not like eating badly all the time." The little princess rolled her eyes gracefully, "I won't give it to you, it's the same sentence, I want to eat myself Go to Shangshi Bureau to get—”

Tsk, what a fierce little girl, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to get married in the future.

The disgusted Mo Shuhuai shook his head, couldn't hold back his secret slander, while he was talking nonsense, he raised his head and caught a glimpse of the Qianyang Hall, which was very close at hand, and the thoughts in his chest that he wanted to say to his little sister disappeared in an instant.

"Little Yunchi, what should we do this time?" The young man came back to his senses, and when he looked at Xiaodaotong, there was a hint of eagerness hidden in his eyes.

Seeing this, Li Yunchi quickly swallowed the last piece of snack in his mouth, then stared at him, and said four words slowly and calmly: "Shangfang Jiewa."

"?" Mo Shuhuai's head went blank for a moment when he heard the sound. He looked at the child in front of him, and couldn't tell whether he had misheard or he was making a joke that wasn't funny.

"That's right, it's the Jiewa on the house." Li Yunchi nodded, with his usual calm expression on his face, "There are only two kinds of soil that can be grown in a thousand-year-old ghost den."

"One is the corpse mud accumulated in the coffin after the dead person decayed; the other is the soil under the coffin that has been nourished by evil spirits for an unknown number of years."

"But no matter what kind, if you take out a handful alone, it will be diluted and dispersed like Guishui."

"Additionally, people come and go in Qianyang Hall on a daily basis. If a little bit of self-soil is placed in the cracks of some flower beds, it will be easily trampled by the yang energy of living people, and the effect will be slow."

"So, the best and most effective way is to throw Naji soil and Shanggui water into a mold, dry it in the shade to form a fake brick and tile, and then stuff it on the top of Qianyang Hall to avoid the sun. Where the rain hits."

"In this way, it's the soil pressing down on people, not people pressing down on the soil—"

"For example, over there." Li Yunchi bent his eyes and smiled, and raised his finger to an inconspicuous corner under the eaves of Qianyang Hall.

"Uncle Liang Wang, look at that tile, does it look darker than others?"

　sleepy, sleep!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)