"Miss Second, wake up, wake up!"

Ye Ling opened her heavy eyelids, and her mind was filled with dazzling red, letting her know that she had traveled through time and got married. And the white scent in front of her reminded her that she is now a widow who keeps her dead husband. Her messy life does not need explanation...

The ground below was cold. Ye Ling was pulled up by Xue Qing. She felt cold all over and her mind was dizzy. She leaned against Xue Qing halfway before she stood still. Looking at Xue's face in front of her, she lowered her head and called out, "Mom."

Xue did not scold Ye Ling for falling asleep while guarding the spirit, but said to Xue Qing: "Send her to clean up and eat something. Today, the emperor arranged for the master of Huguo Temple to come and recite scriptures for Yao'er to be able to save his orders. You must not lose your manners in the battle royal palace."

"Yes, old lady." Xue Qing responded respectfully, supporting Ye Ling and whispered, "Miss Second, go slowly."

"It's time to change your words." Xue frowned.

"Old lady forgive me for your crime. I called me wrong, it was the princess." Xue Qing looked frightened.

Ye Ling turned her head and saw a purple jade pendant falling from the ground behind her, which was originally worn by her body. She pushed Xue Qing away, held the pillar beside her, leaned over and picked up the jade pendant, looked up, and saw half a piece of paper money on the pillar.

This is very strange.

It was autumn and the wind was strong at night. How could paper money stick on it and not fall? Ye Ling subconsciously reached out and tore off the half piece of paper money. Seeing a shallow and sunken half-moon shape left on the pillar, he intuition was ghosted in the daytime!

Before Ye Ling could think too much, Xue Qing helped her again: "Princess, let's go back first."

From the perspective of Xue and Xue Qing, there was no "interaction" between Ye Ling and Zhu Qian.

Ye Ling held the jade pendant in one hand and pasted paper money in the other hand, and followed Xue Qing out of the mourning hall.

The sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

I returned to the new house on the day of marriage, but I could no longer see any redness in my eyes. The room that had never died, and the candles on the table were replaced with white.

Xueqing went to get water to wash Ye Ling, and the little girl Xueying brought light meals.

Ye Ling's belly was empty, but she was too tired and had no appetite. She drank a bowl of hot porridge, ate two pieces of gold silk vegetarian cakes, and then put down her chopsticks.

Xueqing helped Ye Ling up and walked to the bed, saying that she would lie down for a while, and then go to the mourning hall when the master of Huguo Temple comes.

After the two maids were out, Ye Ling got up again, walked slowly to the table, moved a teacup away, and pressed the paper money she brought back from the mourning hall.

Ye Ling picked it up and thought something was wrong. There must be something strange about this thing, but she couldn't understand it.

"This haunted paper money is just the first souvenir of the journey through time." Ye Ling said silently in his heart. He found a book without a cover in the drawer of the small cabinet beside the bed. When he opened it, he found that it was a piano score.

Ye Ling put half of the money in the book, put the book back, took it out, stuffed it under the pillow, lay down, closed his eyes, and said quietly: "This should ward off evil spirits, Amitabha..."

Ye Ling slept for half an hour before being woken up by Xue Qing.

After washing her face, combed her hair, and then going to the mourning hall, listening to the group of old monks chanting the scriptures for a long time, she became more and more sleepy.

"War the Princess, Mourning." The old monk who said this, with kind eyes and a serious concern in his eyes, was Master Yuanji who asserted that the daughter of Ye and the son of Yun were a perfect match.

Ye Ling stood up and returned the gift, with nothing to say.

When the monk left, Ye Ling thought he could go back to rest. Two eunuchs came to the palace to fight the princess and passed the emperor's oral orders, declaring war on the princess to come to the palace to meet him immediately.

"Brother-in-law, what's the matter with the emperor?" Xue asked.

Both eunuchs shook their heads and said they didn't know. Seeing that Ye Ling was weak and had no blood on her face, Xue proposed to enter the palace together, but was rejected.

Xue pretended to tidy up Ye Ling's collar and whispered: "I entered the palace, Shaoyan, remember you are the Princess War."

Ye Ling nodded gently, Xue Qing held her and followed the two eunuchs.

The carriage in the palace was waiting outside the gate of the Zhanwang Mansion. Xue Qing helped Ye Ling get on the car, but she was left behind because of the rules of Nan Chu that she should not bring her men to the palace.

The carriage was shaking, and Ye Ling's sleepiness was gone. She didn't expect that she would come to the palace to meet the emperor so soon. She was a new widow, why did the emperor meet her? Do you want to say mercy to her?

The carriage was parked at the entrance of the palace, and Ye Ling followed the two eunuchs in, without looking around. She walked slowly, and the two eunuchs had to stop and wait for her, but they did not urge her.

"Your Majesty, the Princess War has arrived."

Ye Ling heard a thick male voice coming from the hall in front of him: "Xuan."

The eunuch shouted at the top of his voice: "War Princess to meet you!"

Ye Ling crossed the high threshold, walked straight forward, walked to the center of the hall, and knelt down and saluted: "Long live Ye Ling, see the emperor." The original owner had entered the palace with his parents, and Ye Ling had memories, so he knew what to do. She was a person with strong adaptability and did not want to choose not to kneel down to challenge the imperial power alone.

"War the Princess, let's be calm." Emperor Chu spoke, looking at Ye Ling and said.

"Thank you for your kindness." Ye Ling stood up with some difficulty and stood there with his head down.

"Take that thing to Princess Zhan." After Emperor Chu finished speaking, the eunuch gave Ye Ling an object.

Ye Ling took it and it was a very long white cloth banner, rolled together, with dense names written on it, and many handprints were pressed.

"This is a petition from the Ministry of Rites for all people. The people asked the Princess Zhan to be buried with the King of Zhan." Emperor Chu said.

Ye Ling paused her hand and felt that the white cloth was full of malice. In this ghost world, there was actually an inhumane dregs like burial with her. Who did she provoke whom? Aren’t the people who signed and laid their handprints really bewitched?

Ye Ling lowered her head. Emperor Chu could not see her expression, so he asked, "What does Princess Zhan think about this?"

Ye Ling held the white cloth and knelt down again, asking, "Emperor, there are far more than ten thousand people in Southern Chu. Others did not ask me to be buried with me, is that right?"

Emperor Chu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Ye Ling would say such smart words. And of course this is a fact.

"The Princess Zhan, the Prince of Zhan made great contributions to Nanchu, and the people could not bear to see him walking alone." A young man's voice sounded not far away.

Ye Ling looked over and looked puzzled: "Who is this?"

"Minister of Rites, Kong Yu." The man replied with a stern face.

"Mr. Kong, King Zhan has made great contributions to Nan Chu, but my father is also the senior of King Zhan. He died on the battlefield and asked me to be buried with me. My father will definitely go to find you at night." Ye Ling lowered his eyes and said.

Kong Yu's expression froze: "The Princess Zhan was joking. General Ye Sheng's military achievements are naturally true. But now the people believe that the Princess Zhan killed the Prince of Zhan."

"First, have Lord Kong asked every citizen of Nanchu? Did they promise you to represent you? Why do you say that the people think that I was defeating the King of War? Second, my marriage with King of War was a heavenly match made by Master Yuanji of Huguo Temple. How can the emperor's marriage be issued by the emperor? Do you think the emperor's arrangement is wrong? Third, King of War is brave and fearless, upright and kind. Why do you think he hopes that innocent people will be buried with him and accompany him on the road to the underworld? Please don't use your wishful thinking to insult the King of War's character. Fourth, I am not joking. Lord Kong is careful when he walks at night. My father may come to you at any time." Ye Ling's voice was weak and powerless, but every word was heartbroken.

Kong Yu, the Minister of Rites in the court, who has always been eloquent, was speechless by Ye Ling, and his face was so wonderful.

"Okay, I think what Princess Zhan said is reasonable. If Kong Aiqing really wants to ask Princess Zhan to be buried with her on the grounds of public opinion, wait until you get the petition signed by all the people of Nan Chu before King Zhan is buried." After the Emperor Chu said that, he got up and left. Obviously, what happened today was not his original intention.

Ye Ling stood up, walked to Kong Yu, threw the white cloth in his hand on him, looked at him, and asked seriously: "Have I ever dug your ancestral tomb?"

Kong Yu's face darkened: "Don't talk nonsense when fighting the princess!"

"That's not." Ye Ling glanced at the so-called petition for Wanmin again and said quietly, "No matter you or the person behind you, I want to take this opportunity to make me die, don't dream. This trick is ridiculous. Come and cause trouble for me next time, remember to bring it with you."

Ye Ling finished speaking and turned around and walked away slowly. Kong Yu was so angry that he trembled all over, but he dared not do anything.

After leaving the palace, Ye Ling got on the carriage he came and was sent back to the Zhanwang Mansion.

After returning home, Ye Ling asked Xue Qing to tell Xue that everything was fine, so she went back to the room to sleep. She went into the palace to respond with her heart. As soon as she came back, her physical and mental fatigue reached its peak and she fell asleep with her pillow.

Ye Ling didn't even get up to eat dinner, and Xue did not ask her to go over and watch again.

At midnight, Xueqing, who was vigilant, fell asleep in a drowsy way. The window was windless, and a faint fragrance spread in the room. A tall ink figure floated in silently like a ghost and landed on the edge of the bed.

"Everyone said you are the number one waste beauty in Nanchu. I didn't expect you to say such words in the palace. But I underestimated you." A faint voice came, and the person said something, his eyes moved away from Ye Ling's face, leaned over and opened the drawer of the small cabinet beside the bed, but there was nothing he wanted inside.

After searching for other places in the room, the visitor returned to the bed, grabbed Ye Ling's collar with one hand, pulled her up, lifted the pillow with the other, and took out the piano score from below.

"You took my book, as expected." The visitor said, flipped through the book in his hand, and half a piece of money fell down swayingly.

The visitor clamped the paper money with two slender fingers, raised it up, looked at it, and a smile appeared in his dark eyes: "You have picked up all this thing, it's interesting." After the words came, he glanced at Ye Ling's fair and smooth forehead. His fingers moved slightly, and the paper money flew out and pressed it against Ye Ling's forehead without any bias.

"It's a little bit crooked." The visitor adjusted his fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good, just treat it as the peace talisman I gave you!"

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Chapter completed!