The ace matchmaker of the ghost world

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

Gu Fan picked up the chessboard in one gulp, full of interest: "Let's take a look together?"

I sighed: "No matter how wrong it is, Xiaobai, oh, His Highness Xiguang is also his son, so why did the Heavenly Emperor do such a terrible thing?"

Gu Fan was noncommittal, I took a look at Xuan Ye who was taking a bath without being disturbed, and then I felt relieved and rushed to the gate of hell with him.

The ghost gate was closed in silence, surrounded by a faint brilliance, and the little ghosts hiding in the dark to join in the fun poked their heads, fearing that the king would find out and punish themselves.

In the sky, layers of high cloud ladders meander down, emitting a soft but solemn light.The heavenly soldiers and generals waiting on both sides were dignified and dignified, and the weapons in their hands shot out a cold light, and they looked ready to go, as if the ghost world had forced his prince to marry him.

It was Yuan Zhi who took the lead.He was dressed in an iron-colored military uniform, with a sharp-edged face, and he did not have a proud demeanor.After stepping on the last ladder, he bowed and bowed, retreating all the way for Xiaobai, "His Royal Highness, the throne is waiting for you."

Ever since Xiaobai told me about his identity, I have been teasing him from time to time, saying that the prince of the heavens has such a handsome appearance, can you let me take a look at it.It's a pity that no matter what kind of rogue, he is unwilling to put on his real face.

Today, I saw you.Better not to.

This is not the Xiaobai I am familiar with.He is just the son of the Heavenly Emperor, the prince of the heavenly realm, Xi Guang.

I'm afraid it has nothing to do with me.

Xi Guang stood with his hands behind his back, his cloud-like fairy robe was filled with the wind, the hem of his bulging clothes rustled, and he almost wanted to ride the wind and leave.

His usual gentle brows and eyes glowed with a scorching brilliance, dazzling and pure, and his whole body seemed to be soaking in a bath full of fairy spirits. The halos made him appear close to his eyes and high above him.

Smiling with his head tilted, he had a panoramic view of the thousands of clouds, and said: "During the period when our hall is in the ghost world, I have to trouble the ghost king. If there is a place for this hall, this hall will definitely help."

Before the gate of hell closed, the king was alone and said nothing, he only stroked the snow falcon jumping up and down on his shoulder with one hand, his eyes were deep.

As long as you are not blind, you can tell that he is not happy.

Suliu, who was standing behind the king, curled her lips, hurriedly put away her fan, and went up to meet him, saying, "Your Highness, the Son of Heaven, is serious. I wonder if you can enjoy your visit to the ghost world this time, Your Highness?"

Having spent hundreds of years in the ghost world privately was called sightseeing by him, which really gave the heaven and the ghost world enough face.I tugged at Gu Fan's fox tail, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you see Hei Yan?"

Gu Fan was dissatisfied, he shook his tail sharply and shook my hand away, and the fox paw picked up the chessboard that fell out of his mouth, and said lightly: "It should be the seductive soul. It's fine if I don't see you."

Although it is not kind, I want to see the expressions of Hei and Yan at this time.Hundreds of years of getting along is not a short period of time, but he insisted on procrastinating until now to express his heart.Losing Xiaobai was also half his fault.

Sighing in my heart, I suddenly heard a voice saying: "Xiaosi."

I raised my eyes, and saw an unfamiliar face with a fairy-like appearance, I couldn't help being startled, "His Highness Xiguang is calling you?"

When I said it, I regretted it.He is sad, why should I provoke him again?

He was obviously taken aback, his eyes flashed, and he smiled again, as warm and calm as ever, "Xiaosi, I sincerely invite you to go sightseeing in the heavenly realm, may I show you my face?"

I suddenly became enlightened. Aren’t they all the same for the Prince of the Heaven Realm and the Xiaobai of the Ghost Realm?Patting him on the shoulder, I leaned closer to him, wanting to smile but couldn't bend my eyes: "The widow will go, take him with me."

In the presence of the crowd, under the eyelids of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, Xiguang bit my ear, very intimate, the smile didn't reach my eyes: "Xiaosi, I don't want to see him anymore if I become Xiguang."

I was stunned, and when Yuanzhi finished talking with the king, Xiguang tugged at my sleeve, stepped on the auspicious cloud, and never looked back.

Since then, among the many envoys in the ghost world, there is no one calling Xiaobai.

His Royal Highness Xiguang returned to his throne.

Yuan Zhi withdrew his troops, the brilliance all over the sky faded, and layers of cloud ladders faded like tides.

At the end, the king said coldly: "Yuan Zhi, pass on a message for this king. Tell the Heavenly Emperor that he owes this king, and this king will personally ask for it."

Yuanzhi nodded, and suddenly said to me: "Master Xuansi, if you see Yu Dai, please take my thoughts with you."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the flowing clouds, led the army away domineeringly, and disappeared in an instant.

I smiled and nodded, and saw that Gu Fan was no longer around me, so I couldn't help but go to Suliu's side to comfort him: "Everything is fine with you, but there is one thing that you like to think about. There is nothing to be afraid of, with the king here , rest assured."

He squeezed the space between his brows, took out the other snow-white lun fan from his waist, shook it a few times, and then smiled helplessly: "I don't want to do this either. This matter is definitely not that simple. When Hei and Yan return to the world, they won't be able to see the little fan." Bai, what do you think will happen?"

What can happen!It's a big deal to break into the heavens!I rubbed my fingertips, caught a glimpse of the King from the corner of my eye, hesitated for a moment, then approached and said, "Your Majesty, Hei and Yan went out of bounds, did you arrange it?"

This hour is not within the scope of Hei and Yan's ecstasy.The king looked at me sideways, and didn't look away for a long time, and said indifferently: "In today's situation, he is not suitable to be here."

Satisfied with his answer, I smiled, pointed to Suliu, and made a joke: "Look at Suliu, you are almost turning gray with sorrow, Your Majesty, if you have plans, you can't hide it from him!"

Although Su Liu is romantic, he is a romantic ghost in charge of affairs, only to hear him worryingly say: "Your Majesty, what do you think about this matter?"

The king patted the snow falcon, the snow falcon jumped, flapped its wings a few times, and flew to the sky, with the potential of never returning.

I was overjoyed and said with a smile: "If it doesn't come back, all the ghosts should celebrate together."

His Majesty was startled, he slapped Suliu's Lun fan in vain, and knocked on my head, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "It's only quick-talking, and I don't know how to provoke you."

My fingertips trembled, and my mind was a little confused.Suliu's meaningful eyes slid around me, took back his fan and shook it, and said with a smile: "It seems that the king has an idea, so Suliu will just wait for the order. There are still things, let's go first One step away."

The king nodded, "When Hei and Yan come back, you bring him to meet the group."

Su Liu left with a smile.I said, "What do you do when you see a widow?"

The king ignored me and walked slowly.I was not in a hurry, imitating his old god presence, walked for a while, and asked a lot: "Are you planning to find another one for Hei and Yan? I'm afraid I can't."

The king paused, his dark eyes fixed on my face.After a while, she put it aside, and said seriously: "Su Liu's worries are not unreasonable."

"The words that this king asked Yuan Zhi to bring were nothing more than to let the Heavenly Emperor understand that even though this matter was related to the ghost world, his son was mostly to blame. He didn't need to use this to repay the favor of the king, so Ruo Hei and Yan broke into the heaven. That day, the Emperor must have given him a hard time regardless of the ghost world's feelings."

I was stunned, puzzled and said: "Why do you say that? If you can restore Xiaobai, Hei and Yan, you might as well let him pay back your favor."

When he heard it, his face became a little cold, he glanced at me, and changed the subject: "After you see Hei Yan, ask him what he thinks, don't be careless."

I knew that I couldn't ask too many questions, so I hurriedly answered, and then I remembered something, and I panicked, "Oh no, Xuan Ye is still soaking in Ti Lingchi."

Fearing that something might happen to him, I hurriedly quickened my pace, not wanting to be dragged back by the king's arm.His face became even colder, he stared at me for a while, Fang turned his face away and said: "You really care about him."

I was puzzled, waved the king's big palm, and smiled: "Look at what the king said, the widow's descendants, if the widow doesn't care, who cares?"

He was not annoyed, and his expression returned to normal in a moment, and he said with great interest: "Your descendants? The 22-year-old young monarch, where are your descendants? Huh?"

My mind was in a daze, and I didn't talk through my brain. I joked: "The widow died early, but it's not that he was never married. Your Majesty, think about it."

"Oh." He hurried on his way, and when he passed me, he said inexplicably, "I was married, but unfortunately, the princess was gone on the day of the wedding."

This is true.He is the king of ghosts, so it is easy to understand a ghost.However, seeing his figure getting farther and farther away, I suddenly realized, could it be that he thinks that I care too much about Xuan Ye and is jealous?After all, what he likes deserves his attention!

Until the figure of the king disappeared, we turned around and rushed to Ti Lingchi, hoping that Xuan Ye would be fine and not cause any trouble.Only when I got to the place did I realize that I thought more about myself.

Xuan Ye put on a single shirt, and ran after Gu Fan alive and kicking. Thinking about it, he was still looking forward to plucking Gu Fan's snow-white and pure fox fur, which was really embarrassing for Gu Fan.

"Xuan Ye, my ancestor has something to tell you." I grabbed him who was chasing Gu Fan, brought him to the stone table beside me, poured him half a cup of green tea, and Fang Wen said gently: "Tell the ancestor, yes Ancestors, or fox fur?"

"Hello ancestor." Xuan Ye drank the tea without hesitation.I am very happy, this child really did not love him in vain.At this time, I heard him say again: "But I want fox fur."

Gu Fan glanced at me sympathetically, then swayed his fluffy foxtail into the sea of ​​flowers to catch up on sleep.I was a little sad, so I broke my heart and said, "If you want your ancestors, you can't want fox fur."

He just doesn't get too tangled up.I was completely heartbroken, let go of him and looked up at the sky, and said: "The widow sees that your soul has healed. I will give you a bowl of longevity noodles in a few days, and you will be reborn and be a new person. Are you happy?"

His eyes darkened, he buried his head in my arms, and muttered: "Ancestor, I didn't say I don't want you."

Good boy, the ancestors can't afford to let you down.I patted his head and took this opportunity to ask him, "Xuanye, is there anything you like?"

He continued to mutter: "Yes. Grandfather."

Co-authoring me is a thing.However, there was still joy in my heart, and my eyes were sore.It can't be my fault, it's been hundreds of years, and my surroundings are full of excitement, but in terms of blood relatives, he's the only one I've seen.

"Is there anyone you like?" I asked cautiously.He raised his head, his small eyes were bright, "No. Does the ghost count?"

"...Forget it, which one?" I was sweating for the king in my heart.This is not easy, if Xuan Ye likes not the king, but other ghosts, it is not easy for the king to snatch it.Xuan Ye, however, had crooked eyebrows and looked like an innocent boy, "It's Gufan the fox, the ancestor."

I silently shed tears of sympathy for Wang Shang, who should have been ordered to make wedding dresses for his subordinates.After a long pause, I decided to tell the truth, "Xuan Ye, you don't know. In fact, there is a demon hidden in Gu Fan's heart. Besides, you are a ghost, and he is a demon. Different species, how do you fall in love?"

He was sad, silent for a moment, and smiled again, without any sadness, "Ancestor, you are lying. You also said that species is not a problem. I like it just once. I want to work hard."

work hard?Silly boy, Gu Fan has worked hard for hundreds of years, but he still hasn't appeared again.It's always going to be a bit of a struggle, and I knew it was hard to come by, so I patted him on the shoulder and hummed lightly.

He was overjoyed, he slipped out of my arms with a sharp sound, and burrowed into the sea of ​​flowers.Afterwards, the sea of ​​flowers fluctuated, and Gu Fan's snow-white fox tail appeared and disappeared from time to time, interspersed with a desperate roar.

Looks like I'm going to talk to the king.

Got up and went back to Xuanming Palace, saw Hong Shui learning embroidery in the side hall, the red hem was crawling all over the ground, it was as gorgeous as fire, and there was a bit of a good wife in the eyes.

I looked at it silently for a long time, and remembered Yuan Zhi's painting of earthworms, so I kept my eyes open, thought about it for a while, and praised her: "Hong Shui, you are a good embroiderer. Is this embroidering?"

Hong Shi was not surprised by me at all, and without raising his head, he said charmingly: "If you want to embroider, you must embroider peony, the beauty of the country and the fragrance of heaven, the first of all flowers."

I heard that my heart seemed to have been hammered by a mallet, and I said: "Very good, very good." Then she hesitated and said: "Do you think the king will like it?"

"Maybe he will like it." I said casually.Such a big dog's tail flower is unique enough to be placed on anyone's body, but he still kindly made a suggestion, "How about embroidering the other shore flower? This is the king's flower, and he will definitely like it."

Hong Lai smiled, and thanked me very much, she hurriedly got up and said: "That's right. The Bianhua belongs to the king, whoever likes it if he doesn't like it. You rest, I'll go to the sea of ​​flowers to have a look first, and then embroider after looking carefully."

After watching her leave, I fell on the soft couch, feeling a little desolate.These are the days when there are no opponents.

"You're so unlucky that you noticed it. The king doesn't want her to ruin my flowers." The king's figure suddenly appeared, looking down at me, covering all my sight, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth.I jumped up suddenly, but no matter how much I jumped left and right, I couldn't escape his barrier, so I had to lie down again and smiled: "Is it possible that I am wrong? Does the king not like Bianhua?"

He didn't answer, just leaned down in front of the couch with his outstretched arms resting on my face.I panicked and turned my head, almost missing his enigmatic gaze.

"Don't move." He said coldly.After a long stalemate, he said again: "Xuansi, do me a favor."

My whole body was as stiff as a stone, I pursed my lips, and replied to him: "Who is your majesty looking at? I will definitely do my best."

He smiled, and his deep voice slowly penetrated into my heart, perfectly matching the laughter that had been buried in my heart for hundreds of years.

He said, "Well, let's see one."

I turned my head, met his gaze, and advised him: "Your Majesty, devotion is not always a good thing. Instead of looking at one, you might as well look at two. If you disagree with one, there is another one."

As a human being, I seem to have said such things.

I said, great generals assist the country, and they have worked hard and made great achievements. How can one be enough?Not as good as two.The widow can afford it.

The man's eyes instantly softened like cotton wool, glowing with a soft light.He said that he alone is enough.

The hall was too quiet, I heard the king gritted his teeth and said, "One of him is enough."

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Next update. April 4th.

Small theater ten

Qing Luo of Zhou Jue Dian was always eloquent, and whenever a ghost friend chatted with her, she hid her face and ran away after only ten sentences. Only Ming Chen Dian Su Liu could talk with her at night by candlelight, and they regarded each other as confidants.

One day, Dough was curious, so the king took him into the palace of Zhoujue and eavesdropped on the corner.The dialogue between the two ghosts is as follows:

Qing Luo: Thousands of years, this endless time, I always feel that all I have left is this empty fake human skin, which is so boring.Suliu, you just accepted me, but you don't even want to put on a show.What I asked for was not too much.

Suliu: ...I don't want to.However, Mei was born to me, never different from others.If I accepted Mei Sheng, I would have deceived Mei Sheng's sincerity.I can't do it.Without me, Mei Sheng would have something else.

Qing Luo: Hehe, with you, how can we accommodate others?Besides, there was never anything else.In this huge ghost world, in this boundless loneliness, there is only you, and it can only be you.Su Liu, why don't you want to?Have you ever thought, if one day I lose even this skin, where will you find me?

Suliu: Mei Sheng, stop talking.A heart as big as a fist has only a small place on the tip, and there is always room for it.If Mei Sheng is willing, he can search everywhere.Being a ghost is ultimately different from a human being, so why be so persistent?

Qing Luo: You are always like this.Becoming a ghost is really a ghost.And I, but still nostalgic for what I have been.

The conversation was like this, Dough suddenly complained: Your Majesty!Why is their painting style different from ours! ! !This painful little sadness!This is full of sour taste! !Nima, we will have a convulsion as soon as Mao arrives! !This unscientific! !

The king silently:......

Xue Falcon calmly said: Don't be afraid, the author will turn around now.

They went to listen again, and the conversation became like this:

Qing Luo is sad: You and I have only known each other for six to seven hundred years, but for a long time after that, you should not be with me, I just think you don't want to come.

After a long time, Suliu said angrily: I admit defeat!Come, let's fight again!

Qing Luo smiled: Hehe, you little boy, dare to fight me!Back then, when labor and capital were fighting with ghosts, you were probably still playing in the mud of the human world in crotchless pants!

Xue Falcon's truth: ...the aching little sadness of pseudo-freshness and pseudo-literary art was destroyed in this way...