Concubine Qingcheng: Your Majesty, come and play with me

Chapter 339 The Haunted Palace ([-])
Lord Jing shook his head, "I bring someone to check every time, but I didn't find any doubts."

"Okay, you go down first."

After Lord Jing left, Yuwen Chaoxi also squatted down and looked carefully at the stable in front of him with Jin'er.

"Do you think it's the court lady who came back to take revenge?" Jin'er asked him.

"What do you think?" Yuwen Zhaoxi asked back.

Jin'er shook her head, "I can't say for sure, but if it's really that maid, I think she should come to me first."

After all, she was the one who should take revenge, but she didn't do anything.

But she doubts, is there any ghost that can exist for more than 100 years without changing its obsession with revenge?
Yuwen Chaoxi pointed to the incision of the horse corpse in front of him, "The weapon is very sharp, but its internal strength is mediocre."

Can you see this?Jin'er was surprised.

Her martial arts are too average, and her vision for these things is much worse.

"If someone is really pretending to be a ghost, it should be a master." Jin'er frowned, "So it's really haunted?"

No matter how she thought about it, she found it unbelievable.

Bingshan hugged her with a smile, "With me here, you don't have to be afraid even if it's a ghost."

"I wasn't afraid at all," Jin'er waved her hand, "I used to play with ghosts when I was young."

The old man is an ancient castle, and there are a few ghosts living in it.

"..." Bingshan's face darkened, "Can't you be softer?"

"You like my weakness?" Jin'er was puzzled.

"...No," Bingshan hugged her and stood up, "I like you just like you are now."

... He just prefers the feeling that she depends on him.

But this feeling is just an imagination, the two have been together for so long, he has never experienced it...

Bingshan felt very tragic.

That night, the two lived in the mansion, even Wei Zimo came, and the three of them stayed in Lord Jing's room, wanting to see what happened when he had a nightmare at night.

Prince Jing was tired for many days, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Wei Zimo kept staring at Yu Wenjing, and Jin Er hugged the pillow and leaned against Yu Wen Chaoxi's arms, dazedly waiting for the time to pass.

When it was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Lord Jing on the bed suddenly started to move uneasily and let out a vague hum.

(End of this chapter)