Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 42 Dressing up in the middle of the night
I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and Fang Changqing's suffering in prison seems to have eased a bit.

Fang Ling thought about the Mid-Autumn Festival when all the families were reunited, but his father had lived alone in the prison, and his eyes were red when he hugged his arm.

"How can they bully others like this? Don't they have any law?"

Although Fang Ling's voice was low, the hall was not very big. In addition, the Yufeng was sobbing and weeping and offering incense, and the crowd was very quiet, so Fang Ling's words were very clear.

"Bastard! Who are you? Are you all deaf? Just let her slander the master like this? Why don't you procrastinate?"

Just as Yufeng put down the handkerchief in surprise and looked at Fang Ling, the little maid next to her unceremoniously raised the issue first.

Seeing this, Fang Ling hurriedly hid behind Fang Changqing and said without confidence:

"Dare you, do you know that there are two kinds of people in this world that you can't offend the most, one is a doctor, and the other is a Taoist priest."

Fang Changqing saw that his precious daughter had caused trouble because of her ignorance, so she hurriedly made amends.

"Auntie Li, please don't blame me if you have a lot. My daughter is young and ignorant, and has no intention of collision. I hope you will give me a lot of money."

Yufeng looked Fang Ling up and down a few times, and smiled warmly.

"Oh, so it's Ling Ai.

My husband imprisoned the Taoist priest because he was worried about his concubine, and my daughter-in-law had the same feeling because she was worried that the Taoist priest would contradict me.But one cause and one effect, let's just balance them out. "

Unexpectedly, when Fang Ling heard the words, she poked out half of her head from behind her father and complained:

"After shutting up my father for seven or eight days, I still can't say it? One sentence equals two. This karma is really light."

Yufeng's expression froze.

"Then what kind of karma do you think is fair? Do you want to lock me up for seven or eight days?"

Fang Changqing didn't want this girl to become more and more daring now, and seeing that the disaster was getting bigger and bigger, he quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

"You are joking. The little girl has never seen much of the world, so don't be as knowledgeable as her."

However, although Fang Ling was covered here, Qin Xianghe opened his mouth on the other side.

"Business has always been your wish, and fortune-telling is no exception.

Some things, cause and effect repeat, life and death are determined by God, since the Taoist priest doesn't want to intervene, it means he has his difficulties, please don't force others to make things difficult. "

"Who are you?"

"It's easy to say, the Taoist priest and I are not only old friends, but also my benefactor."

"If you are a benefactor, then it is a kindness to you?
You, a favored person, can speak well and have your own destiny in life and death.Sure enough, human life still has to be divided into three, six or nine levels. In front of destiny, some people are lucky and have good fortune, and some people deserve to die?
Hmph, whatever.You are right, you are not willing to help me, and you may not do your best when you do things, so why should I force others to make things difficult?
But in the mourning hall, the dead are the most important. My brother will always go to the ground to rest in peace. Whether you want to or not, you must take care of the funeral for me today. Afterwards, you can leave on your own. I will definitely not stop you. "

Hearing this, Fang Ling hurriedly pushed Fang Changqing's hand away, and said first:
"That's what you said, don't go back on your word."

"Don't worry, since I said it, I will keep my promise and let you go. Otherwise, you will be charged with bullying again."

Here, Fang Changqing took Dachun's birthday horoscope and worked hard to calculate the time, while complaining to Fang Ling and Qin Xianghe:

"Do you think it's over if she agrees to let us go? Let me tell you, we're probably done with this problem today. I don't know what else to ask for it in the future.

You guys are just too young to be impulsive!When can I be less irritable in speaking and doing things?Let me get into trouble! "

Fang Ling pouted, smiled embarrassingly and said:
"Hehe, seeing Daddy being bullied by them, I couldn't hold it back for a while. But she has good hearing, so it can't all depend on me."

Qin Xianghe tried to smooth things over.

"The future is a matter of the future. At worst, the soldiers will come and cover up the water and earth. Only when you take care of it will you be serious."

Fang Ling smiled and pulled Qin Xianghe's sleeve.

"Brother Xianghe said that well. Don't you be exhausted if you have to look forward and backward in everything? Let's talk about it when it comes to an end."

Fang Changqing knew that he was not on the same side as these two, so he didn't bother to talk to them.

Because of time constraints, Fang Changqing worked hard all day before deciding on the time for the funeral and burial, and the ritual can only be done tomorrow.

There were so many people this time, so Uncle Li packed up his own house, put together a few boards and built a Datong shop before he managed to live there.

Because Fang Ling didn't want to be crowded in the same room with that arrogant maid, she hugged a thin blanket and ran to the mourning hall to take a nap.

As a mage, Fang Changqing must stay in the mourning hall at night.But Uncle Li was getting old, tired for two consecutive days, and his health was really too much, so he changed to a yamen servant and took care of it here for the time being.

After a while, Fang Changqing and the yamen servant were already fast asleep.

Fang Ling hugged the blanket and nestled on the mat next to her father. She leaned against the wall and watched the light flickering on and off. She listened to the hypnotic sound of dripping water and just felt a little sleepy. , but suddenly a shock.

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully. Where did the ticking sound come from?It sounded like raindrops falling, but it wasn't raining outside. Where did the sound of water come from?
Fang Ling followed the sound and found a small puddle of water had accumulated under the dark coffin next to the ever-burning lamp.

Looking carefully, it was leaking from the coffin.Could it be that the corpse had been soaked in the water, and it was the time when the yin qi was at its peak at night, so the yin qi condensed and water dripped out?

Because Li Yufeng only came back during the day, in order for her to see her relatives for the last time, the funeral was scheduled for tomorrow morning, but the coffin was not covered.

Fang Ling lay on the side of the coffin and took a look inside, and found that the corpse hadn't changed much, but if there was anything, there was always some yin around it.

Although it is normal for a person who has just died to drown again, it is normal to have some yin energy, but the strange thing is that this yin energy seems familiar.

Although Fang Ling often dealt with ghosts, but apart from Lao Song, Qin Shizhang and Hong Yan'er were the only ones who impressed him deeply.

She carefully checked the ghosts one by one, but found that they were none of them.

While Fang Ling was concentrating on thinking, there was a sudden scream in the room.

Fang Changqing and the yamen servant jumped up in fright.When the three of them rushed into the room, they saw that the servant girl was already huddled by the door with a pale face of fright.

Li Yufeng, with disheveled hair and a pale face, sat in front of the mirror and smiled strangely, staring at the mirror motionless, but holding her neck tightly with both hands.The veins on his forehead were already bulging, and the expression on his face was ferocious and complicated. It seemed to be full of a happy smile, but there was also a painful struggle.

(End of this chapter)