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Chapter 872 Wang Zhi who wants to be famous behind him (21)

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When can things in the palace be regarded as stories told by teahouse storytellers?

If no one instructs, lend ten guts to those storytellers, and they will not dare to speak about royal affairs.

If the ministers are aggrieved, they will be aggrieved, and if they find fault, they will find fault.

Anyway, Wan Zhen'er has been in charge of the harem for more than ten years, Zhaode Palace has long been like an iron bucket made by her, and there is no chance for any disturbing words to come in.

For the big and small concubines in the harem, it is a good thing to have an immediate boss like Wan Zhen'er.

Childless, no threat to concubines with princes.

Even in the past few years, the emperor asked Concubine Wan Gui to raise a child more than once, but Concubine Wan Gui refused for some reason.

Besides, the imperial concubine has favor and power, and there is a capable man Wang Zhi under her command, and they have to find ways to curry favor for the prince.

For those who have no heirs, they are even more grateful to Wan Zhen'er.

At the very least, with Wan Zhen'er staring at her, no one dared to step on the high and flatter the low, and all the rations that should be given were given.

Therefore, it is rare that no one in the harem wants to change their immediate boss.

Including the Queen.

It's just that what the queen wants is different from others.

Therefore, the previous dynasty is full of wind and clouds, and the harem is full of clouds and clouds, and it is still comfortable.

"Qingyue, tell me, has Xiao Wang arrived in Datong Mansion safely now?"

Concubine Wan Gui asked worriedly.

Datong Mansion is not a peaceful place either.

"Your Majesty, don't worry about it. When Wang Zhi returns to Beijing next time, he may be Little General Wang."

The reason why the Holy Majesty put Wang Zhi in the Datong Mansion, these old people who followed the imperial concubine, knew very well.

Datong's commanders have changed frequently over the years, causing panic in the army, but for Wang Zhi, there are advantages and disadvantages.

When people's hearts are scattered, it is easy to fish in troubled waters, and then gradually gather people's hearts.

"hope so."

Concubine Wan Gui's worried Sheng Ge is really not in a good condition at the moment.

A remote, dilapidated, desolate and gloomy village.

Shengge didn't know that he would see such a small village when he walked around.

Looking down from a slightly higher place not far away, the village is very small, with more than a dozen families.

It was getting late, but still no candles were lit, nor was the smoke rising from the kitchen.

Quiet, eerie, eerie and outrageous.

She just didn't follow the official path...

The crow hovered low in the sky, and what came out of its nostrils was a stench, which became even more weird under the pale moonlight.

Shengge led the horse, frowned, walked around the old tree at the head of the village, and walked in.

The crows were nibbling at the corpses that had been dead for an unknown amount of time. When they saw someone approaching, they soared into the air, scattered in all directions, and stopped in twos and threes on a short tree beside them, waiting for an opportunity to move.

A hand holding the rein subconsciously tightened.

She couldn't feel any vitality in this village.

No, and...

Following the guidance of vitality, Shengge walked all the way to a dry well in the west of the village.

Beside the dry well, there seems to be a family of three generations. The grandparents and fathers protect the people under them in a protective manner, as if this will allow the people they protect to survive.

Shengge is not sure whether the person being protected is considered alive.

Indeed, there is still life, but more life is dead.

Shengge pulled the corpse away, looked at the blood-stained, motionless child, and sighed.

So, she went astray by mistake just to save this life?
God willing?

Forget it, whether it's God's will or not, since you've met him, and you're still breathing, let's save him.

Shengge slowly channeled some spiritual energy to keep the other party alive.

Since he can't die, it's okay to save him slowly later.

The most urgent thing is to dig a big hole and bury these corpses.

As a living person, she couldn't bear to watch the crows devouring these people who had died in such misfortunes.

What a hatred, the whole village, dozens of people, died just like that...

The half-dead one next to him doesn't count, if it wasn't for her, that one wouldn't be able to survive either.

I dug a hole, buried it in, and erected a decent tombstone, but I didn't know what to engrave, so it was empty.

With great kindness, he also recited the mantra of rebirth.

For things that are convenient, do more if you can.

Sporadic clusters of glowing light slowly gathered around the tomb, and then circled around Shengge.

Shengge: ...

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be scared to death.

This is not a serious soul, at most it is a little obsession.

The glow dimmed little by little until it disappeared.

The village is still silent, but it is no longer gloomy.

If she doesn't come, in time, this village will most likely become a famous ghost village, making people feel uneasy every night.

As for what happened, wait for the little boy to wake up and ask.

Shengge resigned to his fate to heal the young boy's injuries, constantly nourishing his body with spiritual energy.

Under Shengge's treatment, the little boy finally recovered his life.

"Fairy."

The voice was hoarse and mocking, Sheng Ge shuddered suddenly, and inexplicably popped up in his mind the countless mountain village ghost movies he had seen back then.

This sound, the rendered atmosphere is absolutely in place.

"Drink water first."

Right now, I should hold back my voice, stop talking, and panic.

The spoon was lightly dipped in some water, and fed to the little boy, as if it moistened his mouth and throat.

With his current physical condition, the young boy cannot drink much water.

"You don't have a heartbeat?"

Shengge suddenly knew what he had always felt was wrong.

no heartbeat...

Shengge was dumbfounded, so what exactly was it that she saved with all her spiritual energy?
Shengge peeled off the clothes on the young boy's chest, only to see that the place where the heart should be beating up and down was like a pool of stagnant water, but the birthmark was extremely conspicuous.

In the same position, she has the same injury.

However, the Great Sage cut out his heart of stone and exchanged it for her, saving her a chance of life.

How long, how long, I haven't seen the Great Sage.

Coincidence?
Shengge doesn't know.

But at the moment when he saw the birthmark, Sheng Ge's mood was miraculously calmed down.

A monster is a monster. If there is no heartbeat, there is no heartbeat. Life is only a few decades, and she doesn't believe that she can't protect a young boy anymore.

With that birthmark alone, Shengge will spare no effort to protect it to the end.

"Follow me from now on."

Shengge said in a deep voice.

"I'm a monster."

The young man opened his mouth quietly, his eyes were no longer innocent and ignorant, as if hiding endless darkness.

"Whether it's a person or a monster, I will protect you."

"I will slowly pay for the murder you committed."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a person or something else."

It was rare for Shengge to be so impulsive, but now that she saw that eye-catching birthmark, she couldn't stay out of it.

At this moment, something was clearly cleared in Shengge's mind.

This village, those dozens of people, died at the hands of a child who didn't seem to reach her waist.

(End of this chapter)