My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 130 131 How did you get in?
In a blink of an eye, it is the Ching Ming Festival, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the beautiful trees are thriving.

The peach blossoms outside the Chonghua Palace are in full swing, so luxuriant, and the heavy flowers overlap on the branches, spreading like pink flames.

It was not yet dawn, and only the faint light of the sky shone into the room. Shangguan Yanwan lay on the bed, feeling dizzy from sleep, feeling chilly all over her body.

She pulled up the quilt again, but she was still a little cold, before she even opened her eyes, a thought crossed her mind.

wrong!How could it be cold when the room was burning high-quality silver filigree charcoal?

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes with a "swish", and saw two familiar people, to be precise, they were familiar little ghosts!

Shangguan Yanwan clutched the quilt and sat up, shouting to the outside.

"Qiu Qi, who let them in?"

After the words were finished, the four servant girls hurried in with their clothes on and looked around. Except for Qiu Qi, the other three were completely bewildered.

Qiuqi stepped forward, pulled out a spiritual weapon from her waist, exchanged a glance with Shangguan Yanwan, and followed her gaze to the air.

In an instant, two little ghosts appeared in front of the bed.

Dongyin was fine, after all, she had seen ghosts before, and she was even a little excited when she saw her old acquaintance, her eyes sparkled.

Chunyou and Xia Bing's feet seemed to have taken root, and their eyes were fixed on the two little ones in front of the bed.

"This, is this the brat?"

Dong Yin nodded excitedly, "That's right, these are the legendary gatekeepers of the Yin-Yang Yamen. One is Yuan Bao and the other is Fei Qiu."

Chunyou pinched the back of her hand hard, trying her best not to faint, but her face turned pale.

"What did they come to the palace so early in the morning?"

Qiuqi stretched out her hands quickly, holding the two little ones in her hands one by one.

"Tell me, how did you get in here?"

Yuan Bao and Fei Qiu struggled a few times, their faces wrinkled into a ball, and they looked pitifully at Shangguan Yanwan.

"Master, they are here to call you for the festival, how can you treat us like this? Huh, my neck hurts~"

Yuan Bao kicked his short legs a few times, struck Qiuqi's arm with his abacus, and cried for a long time, but did not shed a single tear.

The fat ball was hanging on her hand, not moving at all, just pretending to be a dead fish, except that it was chewing something in its mouth.

Shangguan Yanwan frowned slightly, and waved her hands, "Let's put them down first."

Qiu Qi let go of her hands, and Yuan Bao and Fei Qiu immediately rolled to the ground. When she looked up, she was surrounded by four servant girls, it was very pitiful.

Chunyou was the first to react, "Princess, today is Tomb-sweeping Day. Could it be that the festival they are talking about is Tomb-sweeping day?"

Xia Bing quickly answered, "Is Qingming Festival also celebrated in the underworld?"

Before Shangguan Yanwan could speak, Yuan Bao raised his head angrily.

"Could it be that festivals are only allowed in the world, but not in the underworld?"

Xia Bing was looked at aggrievedly by a goblin with its staring eyes, feeling a little guilty in his heart and embarrassed on his face.

Qiu Qi stretched out her foot and kicked him, "Yuan Bao, don't bully the honest man, if you have anything to say, hurry up, no one said you can't celebrate the festival."

Shangguan Yanwan had an indifferent expression on her face, "Say, how did you two get in? The Chonghua Palace is full of purple energy, it's not something you little bastards with cultivation level can casually barge in."

Surrounded by a circle of people and being questioned again, Yuan Bao wrinkled his face and sucked his nose.

"There are two major festivals in the human world, the Spring Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there are two major festivals in the underworld.

One is the Ghost Festival in July and a half, and the other is Qingming Festival. For us little ghosts, Qingming Festival is equivalent to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the world, and it is a family reunion. "

Shangguan Yanwan nodded, expressing that she understood, and raised her eyebrows.

"So, how did you get in here?"

(End of this chapter)