Remnant King's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 30 Thinking like crazy
"My lord, my concubine, this way please! Everything has been prepared, let me invite my lord and my concubine to dinner first."

Walking across the small bridge and flowing water, Shi Youmeng stopped in her tracks in this elegant courtyard. Standing on the bridge, she looked around. That posture of being proud of the sky possessed a unique beauty. The breeze was blowing on her face, stirring her Three thousand black silk, how many people behind her looked at the beautiful figure on the bridge, as if walking into a fairyland, her beautiful posture surpassed everything in the world.

"Canyue, why didn't you take me into these manors when I came?" Shi Youmeng just turned to look at Canyue, and those people who were still obsessed with the beautiful intrusion were so frightened that they didn't dare to look again. The little one didn't lift it up in one breath, and fell directly to the ground.

"Princess, the prince's manor and posthouses are all over the world. No matter where we go, we can find a place to stay, but it will also become a place where our whereabouts are exposed. And you said that you want to travel in secret and keep it secret, so we didn't take it with you. You enter the manor." Can Yue explained.

Shi Youmeng chuckled and remained silent, she didn't want to make publicity, she can't blame Wanyue, she seems to like this style very much, small bridges and flowing water, long corridors and pavilions, not as exquisite and luxurious as Canwang's Mansion, but it has a special flavor, take a second look In this exquisite and elegant courtyard, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you like this place?" Nangong Wuji tilted his head slightly, locked Shi Youmeng from the corner of his eye, and asked indifferently.

"Not to mention, it's just that such a peaceful and leisure environment allows people to be comforted when they are tired, but they will never be nostalgic!" Shi Youmeng smiled lightly, waved at Canyue, stepped forward and pushed him away.

A black shadow appeared in front of his eyes like a cloud of blue mist.

"My lord!" He was Nightingale, kneeling on the ground on one knee.

"What's the matter?"

"King Xian has returned from the border, and has now entered Beijing!"

"It's good to entertain the Eighth Emperor Uncle, and wait for the king to come back!" Nangong Wuji's eyes as silent as the night flashed a strange look.

Uncle Eight?The virtuous king is the Eighth Emperor Uncle?Shi Youmeng frowned slightly, digesting the information.

"The virtuous king is your Eighth Emperor Uncle?" Shi Youmeng asked suspiciously.

"It's also your Eighth Emperor's Uncle." Nangong Wuji stretched out his hand and patted the little hand behind him, as if it was a sentence that she would follow him to call Xian Wang Eighth Emperor's Uncle instead of Uncle.

Shi Youmeng didn't reject the warmth of his palm, but felt very at ease.She couldn't tell the difference between this nostalgia and warmth. She and him were a marriage without love as the foundation, but in her heart, she never thought that she was his wife.There is no love, no marriage proposal, no marriage certificate, just a weird welcome, whistling, and three worships after that, which locks the happiness of two people?She chuckled, feeling that all these hypocrisy had become so ridiculous, why did they regard the three prostrations so important?But in modern times, the marriage certificate is more important. It doesn't matter if there is no three prayers, no wedding banquet, no ring, no parents' order and matchmaker's words, but without a marriage certificate, it has a lot to do with it.

"What are you laughing at?" Nangong Wuji said softly when he heard her chuckle.

"I just feel that there is always a large gap between us. Let's go, eat first, I have been hungry all day." Shi Youmeng pushed him into the hall, and when she saw the table full of meals, she suddenly Feeling hungry, change the subject.

Nangong Wuji pursed his thin lips lightly, feeling like he couldn't lock onto the woman behind him, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't figure it out.

Shi Youmeng sat at the side of the dining table, and a row of little girls came forward with handwashing supplies, basins, and white silk handkerchiefs. After Shi Youmeng finished washing his hands, he just turned his face and met Nangong Wuji's dark eyes. .

"Everyone back down!" Nangong Wuji ordered lightly when he knew that Shi Youmeng didn't like to eat when someone stood by.

Everyone in this village looked at each other in blank dismay. Since ancient times, when the master ate meals, the slaves had to be by his side to serve them. Some served vegetables, some served water. Everyone had a need for their existence.

Nangong Wuji raised his head coldly, and everyone lowered their heads in unison, walking away quietly without making any sound.The owner of the villa looked at the two suspiciously, but he didn't dare to go far, he backed out of the door, and stood waiting outside the door.

Nangong Wuji served a bowl of soup for Shi Youmeng, put it in front of her, and asked casually, "Tell me about the gap between us."

He used 'we' instead of 'my lord and you'. Even he didn't know the weight of these two words, let alone her.

The two of them started to eat, and Shi Youmeng was half full before opening his mouth: "The gap is too big, so let's not talk about it!"

This time, a certain person could no longer eat the slightest bit of taste, and the silent eyes burst like a volcano erupting in an instant, but they were hidden in his silent appearance.

Shi Youmeng continued to eat, but saw that he hadn't eaten another bite, and turned his head to look at him: "Why eat so little?"

Nangong Wuji put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Do you want me to get rid of Prime Minister Shi's family for you?"

"No, I will avenge my revenge myself. Death is not the best solution. I want them to pay a heavy price for their evil deeds!" Shi Youmeng closed her eyes with deep hatred. , I vaguely saw those scenes of humiliation, the tragic death of my aunt, she survived like an ant, her brother Shi Qiong burst out of her head, his thin and sick body was thrown on the snow, and the moment the gate closed, it also shut him down. The last implication of Prime Minister Shi's Mansion, the red gate, Shi Qiong lying on the snow and struggling to crawl, his immature voice 'Mother, sister. ' Faintly lingered in her ears, and Shi Youmeng was a fool at that time, he could only watch, foolishly watching, leaving evidence for her.

A figure of a person flashed through his mind, and the bowl in Shi Youmeng's hand dropped instantly. It was him, was it really him?That feeling is very similar.But, how could it be him, if he was, he should have recognized the birthmark on her face, maybe it was just an illusion.Shi Youmeng gave a wry smile, didn't pick up the bowl again, just took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Wuji frowned slightly.

Can Ye whispered at the door: "My lord, there are urgent documents from Beijing!"

Nangong Wuji glanced coldly at the residual leaves.

"My lord, the message from the Ninth Prince said it was urgent." Can Ye repeated it desperately.

Nangong Wuji held Shi Youmeng's hand, as if to warm that little hand, and said calmly: "Tonight, wait for this king to come back!"

Shi Youmeng was taken aback, staring at him, what?Waiting for him to come back tonight?What means?She hasn't forgotten the embarrassment of last time, and she is still here!
Seeing her like this, Nangong Wuji added again: "Just rest, nothing else!"

Shi Youmeng breathed a sigh of relief, looked away, and let out a 'hmm'.It seems that she is thinking too much, really, why is she always thinking about him so that she is uneasy and kind?She thought she was the code-named Phantom Killer of the 21st century, a ghostly mercenary with a face that attracts everyone's attention?Now she is just a ghost concubine that everyone fears.

(End of this chapter)