Chapter 602 I didn’t steal!
The emperor looked ugly.
"I listened to my ancestor's dream, and now a great demon has been born in the three realms, named Qi Jue."
"Qijue is the evil spirit formed by the gathering of turbid air. When the turbid air pours into the mortal world, the evil spirit is rampant, and the underworld is also under martial law."
"Even the upper world is affected."
Emperor Xuanping was already worried about the rampant evil in the world, and now he was even more worried.
When the courtier heard this, his heart suddenly sank.
"Is there no way for the Three Realms to compete with Qi Jue?" Mr. Zhen Guo Gong said with a hint of murderous intent.
The Rong family's mausoleum was also dug up. Duke Zhenguo was coaxing his grandson at home and came here in a hurry.
"I asked my ancestors, Qijue has been thrown into reincarnation, and I am afraid that there will be a bloody storm in the mortal world. I can only hope to survive this disaster safely..." This is also the reason why Emperor Xuanping recommended female students to study.
If you are weak in the mortal world, you must work hard to practice and protect yourself as much as possible.
However, the journey of spiritual practice is extremely difficult. Without the guidance of a master, if you go astray, you will do more harm than good.
There are courses for practicing magic in women's schools.
The master invited by Chao Chao will definitely be good.
"That's all. Talking more is useless. On the contrary, it will only increase worries."
"This matter should not be spread outside for the time being, so as not to cause panic." Emperor Xuanping immediately ordered that the safety of the people was the most important thing.
"The mortal world has no power to protect itself, so don't attract the attention of the Seven Jue Demons. If he targets the mortal world, the mortal world will only be afraid that the sky will not respond and the earth will not work." Emperor Xuanping had no choice but to have his imperial mausoleum stolen. It is truly a shame and humiliation, but I still dare not arrest him and bring him to justice.
What made Emperor Xuanping even more panicked was that last time the turbid air poured into the mortal world.
He opened an altar to ask the gods for help, but there was no response from the gods.
Afterwards, he contacted several surrounding countries, but received no response from the gods.
He never told anyone for fear of causing turmoil in the world.
He even had a bizarre idea in his mind at that time.
God, have you given up on the mortal world? Why no response to the mortal world? If Beizhao didn't have the heart at that time, I'm afraid the mortal world would have become a purgatory. The entire mortal world will disappear.
He had no evidence and was just guessing, so naturally he didn't dare to say it out loud. However, this matter has been hanging over his head, and he is deeply afraid that it will turn into a big sword and hit the mortal world hard.
In his heart, he had a little less respect for God.
There was a little more hesitation.
He only secretly tried his best to give mortals the ability to protect themselves. The armies of various countries in the world have long been secretly practicing magic.
The courtiers felt aggrieved, but they remembered that the existence of Qi Jue had caused panic in the underworld and a martial law, and the upper world had no choice, so they had no choice but to give up.
He just scolded Qi Jue in his heart.
Lu Chaochao was confused, Qijue? ? ?
She tugged on the young man's sleeve: "Qijue took the blame for you!"
The young man put one hand behind his back and coughed slightly, feeling embarrassed. If you look closely, you can see that the white ears are already red.
"Qijue is not a good guy anyway, let him take the blame." Lu Chaochao squatted on the ground and muttered.
The tomb was stolen this time, and Emperor Xuanping and all the courtiers swallowed this sigh of relief.
"Let Qin Tianjian find an auspicious day to bury our ancestors again." Emperor Xuanping waved his hand and walked out of the mausoleum.
"Your Majesty, what are the funerary objects?" asked the official of the Ministry of Rites.
Emperor Xuanping turned his back to them, his face almost ferocious. How could there be any good things in the treasury to be buried with him? He almost cried with anger...
"The ancestors don't care about these things. Let's make two more clothes and burn them. All the items will be burned." After the emperor finished speaking, he thought in his heart that when I die, I will not be buried in a generous way.
No burial objects, no jade clothes with gold threads, none of them!
The courtiers looked at each other and immediately ordered the servants: "Go ahead and don't prepare any more funeral objects. Simply collect the coffin and bury it again."
It’s not easy to cross the imperial mausoleum and all the ancestors.
No one knew that from then on, the trend of comparison between Beizhao and Hou burials would cease.
Everyone cursed and returned to the city. When Lu Chaochao returned to the mansion, it was already late at night.
The Duke of Zhen and his wife knew that Shanshan was going on a long trip, so they also stayed in the mansion for a few days.
Xu Shiyun immediately ordered people to prepare supper. After running around all night, she was really tired.
"Don't worry, madam, food has been prepared in the house. I'll ask someone to pass the food to you..." Before Dengzhi left, he asked someone to prepare supper on the stove. The masters will definitely use it when they return.
It happens to be useful at this moment.
Xu Shiyun nodded tiredly. Among all the maids, Denzhi was her favorite.
"Shan Shan, can you sleep here?" She asked the maid when she saw that the two elders of Zhen Guo Gong were worried about her.
"Not yet. The masters are all away from home today, and young Master Shanshan has made trouble several times. I brought him here to see you... I guess I'm feeling flustered because I haven't seen my parents."
After a while, the nanny came out with Shanshan in her arms.
When the Rong family's ancestral grave was dug up, Duke Zhen Guo had a drooping face. Only when he saw his beloved grandson did he step forward with a smile.
"Hurry up and give Grandpa a hug..." Duke Zhen Guo has been waiting for such a grandson for many years, and it hurts to the core of his bones.
The two old men couldn't bear to let go.
After finishing the meal, Shanshan was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, so he was carried back to the room by the nanny.
Lu Chaochao sat on the bed and sighed quietly.
The eyes looking at Tiandao were full of sorrow.
"They are all shady things..." I stole a bunch of shady things, and you stole a bunch of shady things too.
Why……
The young man's face was filled with guilt: "I...can I find some for you?"
Lu Chaochao's face was full of horror: "No, no, forget it!! Please..."
“You really don’t need to rob graves to support me!!”
He also stole my own tomb. I was afraid that I would be beaten to death by my parents and grandparents!
"Even if my teeth fall out, I won't get gold teeth, absolutely not!" She touched her white teeth and swore in a low voice.
It's so miserable that my teeth will be pried out even after I die.
She held boxes of gold and silver treasures with a complaint, wanting to cry but without tears.
Rich, but not rich.
Outside the door, Zhu Mo secretly muttered to A Wu: "I think Chao Chao and that boy are a good match..."
A Wu looked at her speechlessly: "How old is Chao Chao, what is the match... You think he is like you, full of love and love, and you don't know how he died."
Zhu Mo scratched his head: "There is a sense of stealing between them, they are a good match."
A Wu? ?
"Speak less, that boy is not easy to mess with, I'm afraid you won't know how you died." A Wu rolled his eyes at him and went back to his room to sleep.
Late at night, everything was silent.
Shan Shan curled up in bed and slept soundly.
Since the completion of the women's school, he has slept well these days. There were no more ghosts howling in his dreams, no more wronged spirits lingering around, and his mood was no longer irritable.
However, tonight was a little bit uneasy.
In his dream...
Countless insults came from all directions, and his little face twisted into a ball in an instant. He covered his head and tried to isolate the sound.
"You damn evil spirit, you dug my ancestral grave, you will not die well!"
"Beast, beast, you stole the money of the dead!"
"Evil spirits are evil spirits, you don't learn good things, but learn to rob graves!" Countless insults filled his ears, as if there was a mother? A grandfather? And the grandfather who loved him the most... and many uncles and aunts he had met.
Shanshan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't help struggling with his eyes closed...
He kicked open the brocade quilt, and his clothes were slightly lifted, revealing several hideous whip marks on his back.
He sat up straight from the bed.
"I... I didn't!!" The little evil spirit shouted heartbreakingly, his voice still crying, and he cried aggrievedly.
I didn't steal!
What on earth did I steal? ! ! (End of this chapter)
