At the third update of the night, the palace was quiet.

Only Zhao Shouyi's room was slightly lit.

Under an octagonal palace lantern, Zhao Shouyi sat upright in front of the diamond glass, like a woman doing her makeup skillfully.

But what appears in the mirror is not his face, but a hibiscus pink face.

Almond eyes and peach cheeks are delicate and greasy. They look dignified and beautiful, but occasionally appear naughty as a girl in her eyebrows and eyes.

If the bag is here, he will definitely recognize the woman in the camera at first glance.

It is behind Yinshan, the big backstage of the Netherworld Immortal Realm, the big backer, Mrs. Zhaori!

"Sun, today is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, your day of worship..."

Zhao Shouyi looked at the woman in the mirror, and felt extremely tender. He remembered all the things she had before her death, and felt guilty.

If he hadn't been too weak and dared not disobey his father and mother, even though Ri'er violated the palace ban, he might not have lost his life.

Although Rier has another adventure, it is said that he has become a world-class ghost immortal. Although his true body is in the underworld, he can still leave a clone of his body in his heart to comfort the pain of lovesickness. But in the end, it is still a different path of yin and yang, and it is difficult for human and ghost relationships...

"I'm sorry for you. Are you okay in the underworld?"

Zhao Shouyi lowered his voice, and all kinds of lovesickness turned into tenderness.

Mrs. Zhaori covered her sleeves and chuckled: "Silly brother, haven't you told you a long time ago? Rie was in love with you sincerely back then, and there was no resentment in life and death!

And what's wrong with this now? I am a ghost cultivator now, and it is difficult to transcend life and live. In the future, you and I will eventually accomplish great things, and the day when the Prime Minister stays together for a long time!"

Zhao Shouyi looked at the flower face in the mirror reluctantly and said softly: "I am the dignified prince and the prefect of Kaifeng, but I can only watch the woman I love die. I can't even give you a title, so how can I not feel guilty?

Sun, are you okay in the underworld? Are there any big ghosts bullying you?

The City God of Bianjing may not give me the face of the prince. He will eventually give the face of the mother. I... I will beg the mother."

"Silly brother, don't you think about it. Since I became a ghost cultivator, how can those big ghosts and little ghosts make it difficult for me?

Not to mention them, what if it were Liu Chang, the city god of Bianjing?

The underworld is vast, especially ten times better than the world. The underworld can control only a place that is as big as a palm. They claim to punish good and evil, but they don’t know how many ghosts suffer from the source of the three paths every day, behind Yinshan?

To save the ghosts in the underworld and the poor men in the world, we must rely on Brother Yi and I to work together to accomplish that big thing. At that time, the world will be admired, and you and I will transcend eternal life!"

"Transcendent to immortality...that's something that the legendary true immortals and arhats cannot do? Ri'er, you...you are really a wonderful woman. I didn't love the wrong person back then."

Although there are true immortals and arhats in this world, they are all legendary figures. Although the various sects and sects in the world have been passed down continuously, how many of them can truly embark on the path of cultivation?

After all, there are more mortals. Although Zhao Shouyi is a prince and has countless resources, he is only at the sixth level at present. This is the limit of talent. Not everyone has immortal roots, and not all animals can become monsters.

Cultivation is so difficult, but Mrs. Zhaori is often "transcending eternal life", but he will not doubt it at all. It can be seen that she loves her to the depths of her bone marrow.

Mrs. Zhaori looked at Zhao Shouyi affectionately and said softly: "Brother Yi, don't forget that if you want to accomplish great things, you must first become the emperor of Da Gen!

Your father is still swaying between you and the prince. The position of the prince seems to be determined, but in fact, there are huge variables. The Zhao family's five daughters and two sons, and the dispute over the throne lies between you and the prince.

Most of the princes in the court were in the prince's lineage, and most of the immortal cultivators outside the court did not care about royal affairs, but the Shushan lineage was an exception. I heard that Qi Jinchan, the son of the head of Emei, became the prince's friend...

The only thing Brother Yi relies on is Kaifeng Prefecture. Now that contemporary Cao has become the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture, it is a great opportunity for Brother Yi to make good friends with this person no matter how much the price he pays.

Remember, remember, if that bag can achieve good things with Princess Zhaoyang, Brother Yi, you will be half successful..."

Zhao Shouyi frowned and said, "Ri'er, I only have this sister. Although Bao Zheng is good, he finally has the power to punish him. Now he has become a true person of Yangshen. People like him have few affectionate people, but many have no affectionate people."

Mrs. Zhaori gave him anger and said, "You are still a prince, but outsiders still say that the royal family is ruthless? Yiri'er's opinion, Brother Yi is a passionate man."

"How can it be the same..."

Zhao Shouyi shook his head secretly, thinking that the bag was killing and had two female ghosts like flowers and jade in his family. How could he compare with this king who was as good as jade?

"Okay, OK, Brother Yi just believe that Ri'er is the case. Will I still harm you?

I'm going back to practice, and now I'm entrusting it to Brother Yi's heart. Don't call me if you have nothing to do. I'll meet you until the first and fifteenth days of the day."

The figure in the mirror gradually blurred. When I waited to see it again, what was revealed was Zhao Shouyi's own face.

"Bao Zheng, Bao Dalang! Ri'er actually values ​​you so much. It seems that I not only have to pay for the holidays, but also have to bet on my sister's happiness..."

Zhao Shouyi sighed.

......

Throughout history, there have been a saying that there are busy years, even in this world of fairy tales, it is no exception.

In the eyes of the world, Yangshen Zhenren is already extraordinary, not to mention that Bao Zheng became a Tongzhi of Kaifeng Prefecture and a third-rank official, and was also awarded the title of second-class nephew.

This is no longer a description of the sky rising straight up, it is simply flying into the sky and breaking through the sky.

The chief officials of the three provinces and six ministries in the court all received gifts and congratulatory posts. According to the rules in the officialdom, these must be given gifts one by one. Otherwise, it would not be a question of whether they understand etiquette or not, but a person who does not know how to be a human being.

Bao Zhengzi is no exception.

In addition, there are the greetings and gifts from the branch offices of Kaifeng Prefecture. Although these do not require one gift, one reply is still necessary. This has made Bao Zheng very busy and he feels the pain of not having a writer at home.

Should I learn from Taishi Pang and Taiwei Gao, and recruit a few Yuhou? It’s not appropriate. It’s better not to have more idle people in the small school. I am not a deliberate official Chai.

Fortunately, Liu Jinchan is quite talented and has written a good word. All these troubles are left to her. Bao Zheng drinks tea every day, removes weedings, and raises flowers, which makes him feel like a New Year's winter.

Sometimes he would concentrate on the method of "tracking thousands of miles". In order to save Bai Yutang that day, he was desperate to spend his magic power to break through the void, and he didn't know where the big mouse was thrown.

With the ability of a big mouse, he should have returned to Bianjing long ago. Could it be that he was thrown to a distant foreign land?

Bao Zheng condensed his magic power and activated the essence of the five elements in the courtyard. With one finger, he popped up and suddenly cracked appeared in the sky above.

"Chasing your life, searching for traces thousands of miles, and tracking thousands of miles!"

Strands of magic power disappeared into the cracks in the void, looking for the possible breath that Bai Yutang left behind.

Unfortunately, even if you follow thousands of miles, it is not enough to compare the vast area of ​​the seven continents in the world. Moreover, Bao Zheng has never even made a name for Xiazhou and does not understand the landforms of the other six continents. He seems to have tear the space and searched through a random search in such a moment, as if he was buying a lottery ticket.

"Strange, where did Lao Bai go?

With his ability, even if he faces the siege of several second-grade high-level cultivators, he still has the ability to escape. Could it be that he encountered the first-grade sect leader or even the true immortal arhat-level enemy?"
Chapter completed!