She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Chapter 9 Song Lang
Zhao Hao shamelessly followed Fu Jiao this time and was scolded several times by King Guangping.

But he won't listen.

He is afraid!

He was afraid of the water ghosts in Cuiwei Lake and the inexplicable peach blossoms. Only when he was with Fu Jiao, an aunt with great powers, could he feel at ease.

Zhao Hao hugged the soft quilt and was about to take a good sleep when he suddenly felt the biting coldness in the air around him.

"Autumn is coming soon, I need to buy some clothes tomorrow."

Zhao Hao muttered.

The night has fallen.

The candles in the room were not extinguished, and the wind came from nowhere, causing it to sway.The shadow of the bed tent reflected on the wall, hazy and eerie.

Zhao Hao's heart felt numb, and he silently retracted his exposed feet into the quilt, wrapping himself into a silkworm chrysalis.

You can't scare yourself.

Fu Jiao is in the room next to him. With her here, there won't be any monsters!

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, before he finished his breath, a low operatic sound suddenly came from the room, as if floating from the window, and seemed to be chanting underground: "The Han soldiers have captured the territory, and there are singing songs from all directions. The king is exhausted, how can I be a cheap concubine?" Chatting."

"How can a concubine talk about life..."

"He Liaosheng..."

The last three words were almost close to Zhao Hao's ears, and the cold and cold breath made Zhao Hao's blood freeze, and he sat up from the bed in an instant!
He turned his head in disbelief, nose to nose with that pale face.

The female ghost pushed aside her wet long hair, her bloodshot eyeballs turned slightly, and the corners of her mouth that were cracked to the base of her ears were raised, and blood was flowing out.

Zhao Hao opened his mouth, but no words came out of his throat.

He was filled with fear, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his mind was in a mess.This was the most terrifying time in his life. Every moment that passed was like a hammer hitting his heart, slowly and painfully.

This is a scarier feeling than facing Xiao Fu, the water ghost.

He knew that if the female ghost in front of him moved her fingers even slightly, his soul and body would be torn apart by her.

However, there was no expected pain.

Zhao Hao saw a trace of pain from the female ghost's terrifying expression. The female ghost gently leaned her head into his chest and said plaintively: "Mr. Song, it was so hard for you to find me... so hard." …”

"Mr. Song, do you know how I have lived these 500 years?"

"Song Lang, Song Lang."

Zhao Hao finally regained a little bit of his consciousness. He swallowed his saliva and was on the verge of crying: "500 years? Did you admit the wrong person?"

Yan Ji lost her mind.

She whispered in a low voice: "You are him, and you are not him. You have long forgotten the 500-year oath. If you don't drink Meng Po soup, it's just Naihe Bridge... From the beginning to the end, I am the only one."

Yan Ji's eerie and hoarse voice was filled with endless sadness. She climbed up to Zhao Hao's stiff neck, and her bloody lips wandered around his face, "Mr. Song, I really miss you." Zhao Hao had not yet behaved like this with a woman. After being intimate, he was at a loss. The face of the female ghost in his arms suddenly became ferocious, and her voice became manic and sharp, "I want to kill you! Eat your flesh! Drink your blood! Let you never enter the reincarnation. Try it too." I’ve suffered for 500 years!”

The wind howled in the house.

"A heartless person! Take your life!"

Yan Ji's long hair was flying, her stiff face was torn apart, blood splattered, she opened her mouth to reveal a set of sharp teeth, and her bright red ghost claws grabbed at Zhao Hao.

At this moment, Zhao Hao, who was afraid of death, finally raised his head and shouted: "Auntie——"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light in the crack of the window blocked Yan Ji's sharp claws like lightning. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sharp long armor of the ten fingers were cut off by the golden light.Zhao Hao fell off the bed in a fit of piss. After a closer look, he saw that the golden light was a thin crimson talisman.

After a while, a woman's charming voice came from outside the door: "Ghost slave, don't push yourself too far."

"This Song Lang is not that Song Lang."

"I didn't make you a ghost slave to cause trouble for me."

Fu Jiao did this to collect merit.

She told Yan Ji that Song Lang's reincarnation was Zhao Hao, and this was the "cause"; if Zhao Hao was killed by Yan Ji, Fu Jiao would have to bear the "result" of the crime.

Yanji understood what she meant.

She is a ghost, a fierce ghost with a stubborn obsession. Seeing the reincarnated Song Lang, she couldn't calm down the anger accumulated in her heart.

The room was filled with gloom and ghostly atmosphere.

Fu Jiao glanced at Yan Ji, but she knew how to control him vertically and horizontally. He slapped her and gave her a sweet date: "I know that your obsession is to die in love with Song Lang, and I feel that you have let him down for 500 years. But you just said His behavior is not 'sacrifice for love', but 'sacrifice of life', and you will suffer the consequences when you go to hell."

"If you want to get what you want and avoid being interrogated by ghosts, there is actually a way."

"If he——" Fu Jiao pointed at the stupid Zhao Hao next to him, "if he is willing to take the initiative to die for you, all this will be solved."

Yan Ji's thoughts moved slightly.

In this way, 500 years of obsession can be eliminated.

Her eyeballs without pupils stared blankly at Zhao Hao.

Zhao Haohan's hair stood on end, he jumped up and hid behind Fu Jiao: "Are you crazy? You want me to commit suicide with a female ghost? I'm not crazy!" He stabbed Fu Jiao with his elbow, "Quick! Auntie, save my life. Something! I’m scared to death of her!”

Fu Jiao spread her hands towards Yan Ji.

"It seems that he is not willing to commit suicide with you yet."

With that said, she handed the crimson talisman she had prepared in advance to Zhao Hao.Zhao Hao felt relieved and thanked Fu Jiao again, completely unaware that Yan Ji was brought by Fu Jiao.

Yan Ji knew that her goal could not be achieved.

The black yin energy around him receded like a tide, and the violence and ferocity faded away.

She wore a floor-length red dress, gently pushed her waist-length hair back, raised her pure face, and for the first time revealed her delicate and beautiful face.

"I still remember that Song Lang was full of knowledge and well-spoken, and he was highly appreciated by King Xiang. It was my blessing to know Song Lang. I was born in a humble background, and it was Song Lang who taught me how to read and write. Song Lang taught me the first book , it is "Zhuangzi". Now that I think about it, there is a sentence in "Zhuangzi" that is very appropriate here, 'The true man is the most sincere, and if he is not sincere, he cannot move people'..." Yan Ji's eyes are gentle and inexplicable. Weird, he curled his lips and smiled slightly at Zhao Hao, "Sincerity leads to gold and stone. Song Lang... you will definitely die for your love with me."

After Yan Ji said this, she took the initiative to return to the porcelain plate.

After confirming that the female ghost was not there, the frightened Zhao Hao could finally hold Fu Jiao's thigh and cry loudly.He cried so much that he had snot and tears. Fu Jiao didn't know how to comfort him. Who taught him that he had a bad relationship with Yan Ji 500 years ago?

In the end, I could only pat his dog's head to reassure him.

"Yan Ji is the ghost slave I conquered."

"You have my crimson talisman, Yan Ji can't hurt you."

"As long as you don't commit suicide with her stupidly, you will have no problem living to 99."

Zhao Hao knelt on the ground, holding his mouth, and said for the rest of his life: "Fortunately, I have you. I will never be separated from you in the future, wuwuwu..."

As soon as he finished saying this, an angry voice sounded at the door: "What are you doing if you stay up late at night?"

Fu Jiao and Zhao Hao looked at it at the same time, and saw Fu Rudi standing outside, his thin lips pursed tightly, his face ashen, and his face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot!

(End of this chapter)