It was late autumn, and the dew was deeper and the cold moon was like frost.

Due to the new mourning in the mansion, white lanterns were hung everywhere, the cold wind was bleak, and it was so quiet that it was so quiet.

Ye Ling closed her cloak and stepped into the back garden. She was no stranger to her because she had brought Ye Chen during the day.

The King of War was granted by the Emperor of Chu. It was once a royal garden, with only a garden accounting for one-half of it. Among them, there is a famous Lotus Lake in Chujing. In the midsummer, the scenery is pleasant and the nobles in the palace will come here to appreciate the lotus.

There is a pavilion next to Lianhu Lake called Jade Fenghe Pavilion, which is named after the tiles at the top are made of green glazed glass.

Ye Ling walked into the Jade Fenghe Pavilion. It was already here at midnight. She looked around. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind chimes at the four corners of the pavilion were jingling, and no one was seen.

At one moment, Ye Ling gently rubbed his cold hands and decided to wait for another quarter of an hour. If no one came, he would go back.

"Ye... Ling..." A sinister voice sounded, Ye Ling's expression changed slightly, and he saw that on the pavilion ahead, he suddenly drooped half of his body, his long hair dancing in the wind, murmured her name in a low voice, as if he was about to capture her, and rushed to the underworld together...

As a thriller fan in his previous life, Ye Ling was shocked and even wanted to laugh.

The "ghost" hanging upside down did not hear Ye Ling screaming, nor did Ye Ling scare away. After a while, he felt bored, straightened up, disappeared from Ye Ling's eyes, and stood firmly at the top of the pavilion. He was tall, with his ink hair flying, and his clothes were graceful, as if he was about to leave with the wind.

"Brother Ghost, is paper money fun?" Ye Ling raised his head slightly and asked.

"I'll give you the same question." The low and magnetic young male voice, with a hint of joke, seemed to remember the picture of sticking paper money on Ye Ling's forehead.

"Is the stolen piano score good?" Ye Ling asked again.

"The things return to the original owner." The man said slowly.

A strange color flashed in Ye Ling's eyes. The piano score in Yun Yao's bedside table, what does this person mean?

"You stole my flowers." Ye Ling said quietly.

"I don't need to thank you for saving my life." The man's intention was that he saved Ye Ling and just took a bouquet of flowers. Ye Ling was still worried about it? Stingy!

"You secretly ate the meaty egg custard I made for my baby." Ye Ling said affirmatively.

"No need to thank you for saving your life." The man repeated what he said just now.

"You stole my eight-treasure chicken soup." Ye Ling continued, counting the man's "crime".

"No need to thank you for saving your life." The third time, the same words.

"So, why did you save me?" Ye Ling asked the question she really wanted to know.

A bouquet of flowers, a bowl of meaty egg custard, and a pot of eight-degree ginseng chicken soup, is of course not worth mentioning compared to Ye Ling's life. But this person did not save Ye Ling for flowers and food, but chose to save Ye Ling, and then he held the sheep and repeatedly "tugged"...

"You guess." The man chuckled.

One person is above and the other is below, and they cannot meet each other through the jasper and glazed tiles, but the voices of each other are extremely clear, and even the subtle tone is lingering in my ears.

"If I ask who you are, will you tell me the truth?" Ye Ling asked.

"Give you three chances and ask me questions, I will only answer yes or not." The man said.

"Okay, the first question, is Yun Yao really dead?" Ye Ling asked.

A strange color flashed in the man's ink eyes, and he answered: "Yes."

"So, are you Yun Yao's friend?" Ye Ling asked again.

"Yes." The man said, looking down.

"The last question, do you owe Yun Yao the kindness?" Ye Ling thought.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, he opened his thin lips lightly, and gave another affirmative reply: "Yes."

"Okay, I understand." Ye Ling looked calm, "First of all, thank you for your life-saving grace on Yuelan Mountain. I am very grateful for you because of Yun Yao, you are secretly protecting me, but I hope to make a deal with you."

"Oh? Let's hear it." The man's tone was light and he felt a little interested.

"A bottle of purple snow dew, and the kindness is written off, how about it?" Ye Ling asked.

"If I guess correctly, you are for Ye Ying's hand." The man's tone was firm. Zixue dew, a rare medicine, and broken tendons and bones can all be restored as before.

Ye Ling did not explain the purpose of her asking Zixue Ninglu, but only asked again: "What do you think of Brother Ghost?"

"I have already paid what I owe Yun Yao. But I am old friends with him, and you are his widow. If you are in danger, I will not sit idly by. But if you insist on this deal, when I find Zixue Glycold for you, your life and death will be nothing to do with me in the future. Ye Ling, Chu Jing is deep, and you can't rest assured when you enter the Zhanwang Mansion. Have you figured it out?" the man asked Ye Ling.

"Yes." Ye Ling nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, deal." The man flew up and landed lightly outside the pavilion, facing Ye Ling.

Ye Ling only saw a golden mask, flashing with cold light. Seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, he asked: "What else does Brother Ghost? Please tell me bluntly."

"You won't forget, you said, treat me to paper money tonight? I'm waiting." The man smiled.

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously." It turns out that he was a pervert. He pretended to be serious just now, right? Ye Ling regretted not really preparing a basket of paper money for him, and watched him eat all the pieces!

"In this way, you owe me. Before I hand over the Zixue Dew to you, before the transaction is completed, you need to prepare midnight snacks for me every day, and it cannot be repeated. You can make the Eight Treasures Ginseng Chicken Soup tonight again." The man said with a smile.

"A trivial matter. But if you eat and drink enough, and don't admit your debts, I have nowhere to look for you, wouldn't it be a loss?" Ye Ling asked back.

"You take the risk of the deal you propose." The man finished speaking and turned his body, like a piece of ink feather, blending into the dark night, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Ye Ling stood in the Jade Fenghe Pavilion and let out a sigh of relief. Relying on others' protection, it will not last long. Self-protection is serious. She asked for Zixue Gentou for Ye Ying. Because Ye Chen said before going to bed tonight that Ye Ying rarely hugged him. Ye Ling knew that it was not that Ye Ying didn't want to, but that her hands had no strength and could not even hug her own children.

I thought about putting his whole body on paper and burning half of it, and making a bouquet of flowers for him to eat them all. Unfortunately, there was no chance. Now Ye Ling still has to continue to make midnight snacks for the man until he got the Zixue dew. But Ye Ling felt that it was worth it.

Chujing Villa.

A shadow floated by, and the gatekeeper hurriedly said: "Master, Mr. Feng is here!"

When the door opened, the thin boy in white was holding a bouquet of colorful flowers and turned around: "Aheng, give it to me." The boy's eyebrows were picturesque, and there was a bright red cinnabar on his eyebrows. He was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Xiao Fengfeng, your hands usually hold Ganoderma lucidum snow lotus. My flower is so ordinary, why do you want to grab it?" Nangong Heng snorted lightly.

Feng Buyi lowered his head and looked at the bouquet of flowers: "For some reason, they are obviously ordinary flowers and plants. Putting them together like this makes you look good."

"It's not yours if you look good!" Nangong Heng took it back and inserted it into the purple jade bottle.

"Aheng, I didn't expect that for Yun Yao's last wish, you really pretended to be him and led his troops to fight for him, which would shine on the Yun family's lintel. With the merits you have obtained, Yun Yao's mother and younger brother will be rich and happy in the future as long as they do not rebel against each other in the future. I can't figure it out. Since you have decided to pretend to die and escape, marry a useless beauty to enter the palace of the King of War, and have passed away with someone, what are you trying to do?" Feng Buyi looked at Nangong Heng with a slightly frown.

"I promised Yun Yao that after he died, he would protect the Yun family for him for one year, and he would break his promise for one day. The thing about joy was an accident. But you were wrong. That woman was a beauty, but not a waste. When I saw her tonight, I only gave her three opportunities for questions. She guessed my origin almost to the end, and she should not underestimate her scheming." Nangong Heng sat there lazily, a stunning little face appeared in his mind, and half a piece of paper money was posted on his forehead. He couldn't help laughing and found it very interesting.

"But she couldn't guess that the person who came with her was not Yun Yao." Feng Buyi looked at Nangong Heng and said.

"This is naturally. She is not the person who is rumored to be like that. Now she is a widow and leaves the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. She looks very happy. There is no need to let her know that Yun Yao was dead last year. I was the one who came to worship her." Nangong Heng chuckled, "I will not leave Chu Jing in the near future. I originally protected each other secretly, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't want it. She only had a bottle of purple snow dew. Xiao Fengfeng, bring it."

Feng Buyi opened the medicine box he brought on the table very readily, took a jade bottle from it, and threw it to Nangong Heng: "Ten jars of green bamboo wine."

"I will only give you one jar." Nangong Heng held the jade bottle.

After a while, Feng Buyi saw Nangong Heng not moving, and looked puzzled: "Don't you send it to others?"
Chapter completed!