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Seeing that the weasel was about to be kicked out, Jiang Ningning squatted on the ground and ordered an ingot.

“It smells good~”

The fox who was beating the weasel one moment ago rushed to Yuan Bao and took a deep breath.

Can't wait to swallow it all.

After being beaten up, the weasel who wants to watch other people's popularity hugs his skinny self distressedly: why is it always me who gets hurt~
The long-clothed old ghost next to him felt distressed and divided his dirt in half, "Do you want to eat?"

Weasel: ... "That's not necessary!"

Turning his head and dashing behind Jiang Ningning, he yelled at the fox, "Aren't you very powerful? Why don't you fight anymore? Hit it, hit it, hit it!"

The fox rolled his eyes with slanted eyes: what kind of fool is he.

"Have you never heard of it? If you have milk, you are a mother! Have you ever seen a mother-beater? That is called an unworthy descendant!" After snorting, the fox was confident, "Besides, what can I do if I can make such a delicious young lady?" Sourness."

After finishing speaking, he smiled obsequiously at Jiang Ningning.

"Miss, I can clean the house, flush the toilet, coax the children, cook, hang the ceiling, lay the floor..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ningning interrupted her concisely, "I'm not immortal."

The fox was stunned.

"Is there anyone who is not a god in this world? Don't you know my benefits! Come on, let me rub your stomach, you can feel the power of our Hu family!"

After finishing speaking, Xiaomao was about to stretch his hands towards Jiang Ningning.

Jiang Ningning held her head directly, "Don't worry, let me ask you, did you exchange the soul of the old ghost in long gown with someone else's soul?"

"Old ghost in long clothes?" The fox was puzzled, and then suddenly realized, "You said Fifth Highness, yes, it's me."

Admitted frankly.

The long-clothed old ghost floated forward holding the tukara, and asked angrily, "Why? I recruited you?"

The fox snorted, "That's not true."

"Why would you turn me into a starving ghost without you!"

"There is no reason, I just want to repay my kindness. It just so happens that my benefactor is a starving ghost. I want to find him a good home. It just so happens that you have a good life." The fox shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I want If you have to find a reason, it’s probably because you’re unlucky.”

If he hadn't already died, the old ghost in long robe would be so mad!
"You turned me into a starving ghost, don't you even want to find a reason to lie to me!"

The fox couldn't believe it, "Do you want to hear me lie to you? My God, do you princes only listen to good words and not the truth? No wonder your family dynasty has collapsed."

Seeing the grimacing face of the long-clothed old ghost made blood turn red with anger, Jiang Ningning quickly kicked the fox: "You repay your kindness, you can't harm others! Get it back!"

The fox was kicked and screamed loudly.

"I didn't harm anyone else, it was His Highness Fifth!"

Old ghost in long gown: ...What the hell!

"The Fifth Highness is none other than the master of my benefactor!"

Old ghost in long gown: ...what the hell?

The fox turned to look at the long-clothed old ghost.

"Did you eat dumplings before you died?"

The long-clothed old ghost nodded, thinking, the pork stuffed dumplings I ate, could it be that my benefactor is that pig?Thank it for feeding me?
Before the long-clothed ghost's thoughts drifted away, the fox said: "The dumplings are made for you by an old servant of yours who sold his winter clothes in exchange for meat. You were full and the bandits killed him, and he was still hungry. One didn't eat it."

The old ghost in long gown was taken aback.

When he mentioned his old servant, his eyes were a little red.

When he was alive, there were many rebellions, even if he was a prince or a prince, his life was very difficult and ordinary.

In the year before his death, his palace was ransacked by the uprising people, and it was the old servant who took him out overnight to avoid being beaten to death by the mob.

He has a child under his knee, and he can live by himself, relying on the old servant to carry the big bag at the pier.

He remembered clearly the day he met the bandits.

It was his birthday that day.

Early in the morning, the old servant said that dumplings must be eaten on birthdays, and dumplings must be eaten today.

How can I have money to eat dumplings?

He has one child, the old servant and two children, all of them are half-grown, and it is the time when they can eat but can't work.

He himself was weak and sickly, and could do little to help.

A family with so many mouths to eat, all count on the old servant...

He said at the time that if he didn't want to eat meat, he would be bored with the taste, so it would be good to eat a bowl of Changshou noodles, which would be refreshing.

As a result, when the old servant came back at night, he said excitedly that the owner of the pier rewarded those who did a good job, and gave each person a piece of meat.

That piece of meat weighed less than half a catty, and they made a lot of dumplings together.

He remembered that when he finished eating, there was still more than half of it left, how could the old servant not eat it?

The long-clothed old ghost looked at the fox, "He, why didn't he eat it later?"

The fox narrowed his eyes, "You don't know?"

The long-clothed old ghost sighed, with an indelible sadness.

"I went out after eating. I thought he was tired all day and wanted to go to the stove to boil some hot water. After he finished eating, let him soak his feet in hot water."

"I ran out of firewood at home. I went outside to collect firewood, and I happened to meet a bandit passing by."

"I asked... to light the sky lantern."

Jiang Ningning's eyelids twitched.

This way of dying is a bit too uncomfortable.

The weasel patted the leg of the long-clothed old ghost sympathetically, wanting to comfort him but couldn't say anything.

The long-clothed old ghost himself could think about it, "At that time, it was as uncomfortable as a nail in a pan, but it has been so many years, and I forgot."

He wanted to pretend it was easy.

But how easy is this.

Reluctantly wanted to laugh, but in the end it was uglier than crying, so I gave up.

This sadness is not for himself, but for the old servant.

He asked the fox, "Did they... meet bandits too?"

The fox said: "That's not a bandit, it's your imperial brother who rebelled and wanted to seize power, passed by you, wanted to occupy your Ningcheng by the way, and came to find you.

"Do you think you were kicked out of the palace by the mob? Which mob is so capable, it was arranged by your brother!
"Forget it, don't talk about this, just talk about my benefactor.

"At that time, your imperial brother's people killed you and wanted to kill the grass and roots, so they went to the village to kill your surviving son.

"Your old servant stuffed a few children under the kang and hid them. He was afraid that the children would be hungry, so he also stuffed them into the plate of dumplings.

"When he was killed by those bastards, he hadn't eaten for two days, and every day he came back from the pier, the little food distributed by the pier was brought back for you to eat.

"If he dies like this, if he is not a starving ghost, who will be a starving ghost!"

Speaking of it.

A foxy face was gloomy.

There was a murderous gnashing of teeth.

"It's a pity that my cultivation was limited at that time. Otherwise, I would have scratched those bastards to death. My benefactor is one more person, and I would just be hacked to death by random knives."

Chaos knife hacked to death.

The old ghost in long clothes was relieved that he was lit with a sky lantern.

But when he heard the old servant being hacked to death, he staggered a few steps back, unable to stand still, leaning against the tree behind him, and pressed against it firmly, even if he loosened a little, this soul would not be able to float steadily.

"You, are you sure about my old servant...but if he dies, who will bury me?"

After a while, he finally thought of something, and with a ten-thousandth hope, he asked.