Pretty Consort: Prince, Don't Run away

"..." When I was young, I was tricked into going to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. I saw it once, so I was very impressed. " When Xi Mengyao heard this, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

She almost blurted out the word 'nonsense', but she was swallowed back in the end.

It seemed that Song Chongjing did not completely trust her either. He was confused previously, but this person seemed to know her background better than she did. The birthmark on his face earlier and the mother he mentioned before …

He seemed to know a lot, but he didn't seem to understand her that well after her several times of probing.

"The things inside don't look right. I feel like the black water must have been used to isolate the smell." Xi Mengyao didn't want him to continue guessing, so he could only move on.

Song Chongjing seemed to only ask casually, hearing this, he nodded.

"Then, what do you think it should be?"

After Xi Mengyao heard this, she could only sigh and shake her head after staring for a long while: "I don't know."

When she did not want her to speak, Yu Han frowned and thought for a while. Then, he suddenly stood out and said: "Esteemed wangfei, I feel that this smell is very familiar, it reminds me of something."

"What is it?" After Xi Mengyao heard this, he turned around.

It wasn't that she completely trusted this person, but it seemed as if there wasn't much of a connection between them now, so she wasn't afraid to ask.

Yu Han furrowed her brows, looked at her and thought for a while, then said: "This servant's hometown once had a custom, which was to say that people who die before their age, especially children who die prematurely, will bring a great amount of malice to the family."

If he could not suppress this baleful aura, it would cause trouble for his family, and his luck would decline. Therefore, they would use the blood of the Black Queen to wrap the child's coffin, and ask the boys and girls from all over the place to accompany them in suppressing their murderous auras.

If he didn't let them vent their resentment, he could be reincarnated with them as soon as possible.

"So superstitious …" Xi Mengyao only sneered at her words.

However, her voice was very soft and no one could clearly hear what she said. They could only see her disdain.

"The matter of this child dying prematurely was originally fated by the heavens to belong to him. There is no need to hold grudges against him." Seeing the two of them looking at her, Xi Mengyao had no choice but to explain: If they really can reincarnate, then why didn't they reincarnate earlier?

"It's just a custom." Yu Han was not angry, but instead agreed: "Actually, this servant does not believe all of this, it's just that when I smell the scent, it was similar to when they sealed the coffin with dog blood, that's why I said it."

"Is that so?" When Xi Mengyao heard the last sentence, she also frowned.

She turned her head to look at the jar, but puzzledly asked, "Could it be that they are using dog blood to marinate bones in the outside world?"

How boring was it for him to do such a thing?

She had never placed such a thing in her heart. As she thought about it, she sighed, "However, since you have put it this way, there should be some truth in it. I smell blood, too. "

However, this smell was probably not emitted by the black water. Thinking about it, it might really be the smell of bones. If that was the case, it would require a lot of black dogs.

"Do you have any statistics on the families that raise dogs in the capital?" She thought, and turned to look at Song Chongjing.

Song Chongjing only looked at her, and shook his head indifferently: Such a thing, why would anyone question me about it in the capital?

Thinking about it, Xi Mengyao nodded her head, but did not say much.

Unexpectedly, Yu Han who was watching the scene from the side was in a daze. She had never seen this kind of interaction before, as if they were good friends.

However, their positions were clearly different.

Even in the past, the Madame Yun had always tried to please the Prime Minister, never having been so impudent.

She sighed in her heart, and in the end only silently said: This wangfei, sure enough, is not some ordinary person. Facing Song Chongjing's imposing anger, she was able to flirt with him without changing her expression.

As she thought about it, unknowingly, she had actually gained an additional respect for Xi Mengyao.

"However, what you said makes sense. Since they are using runes, they will definitely also use special methods. Dog-blooded sheep and blood and the like will always be associated with this." Song Chongjing said indifferently.

"Since they are using this method, they definitely won't just casually find some dog and kill it. They are so slow." As Xi Mengyao said that, she turned to look at Yu Han again: "Did the customs at your place say what kind of blood you need, such as black dog blood or white dog blood?"

"I've never heard of this before. However, most people use black dogs …" "It's just that, in the capital, Black Dogs don't seem to be common …" Yu Han whispered.

When Xi Mengyao heard this, her eyes lit up. "Beijing's Black Dog is not common?"

Yu Han did not understand her words, and only nodded her head.

Many families in the capital owned dogs, but they were just there to watch the door. Originally, it did not matter much. However, three years ago, there was a sudden plague and many people died in the capital.

Because of this disease, when the disease occurs, the human body is black.

Over time, the black turned into an unlucky color. Most of the capital city was filled with rich families, so they naturally did not want to involve people who had a bad omen.

"This is really a good thing!" Xi Mengyao was overjoyed.

"What?" Yu Han still didn't understand.

"Think about it. If this is really a black dog, then there isn't any in the capital. They would definitely not bring dozens of dogs here because of this. So, we only need to ask people who have a black dog."

As she spoke, she also turned her head to look at Song Chongjing, asking him if he knew anyone who would raise a black dog in the capital.

However, she had only asked that question in the first place.

He did not think that Song Chongjing knew either, and did not want him to leave. However, he frowned and said: "There was a geezer in the capital who sold cloth for a living, he once really liked Black Dog."

It was just that the old Ministry Councillor was not young anymore. He was already over eighty years old and was living alone.

"No one knows where he lives now. I just heard that he goes back to the suburbs from time to time."

Seeing that, Xi Mengyao asked curiously: 80? Then does he have children? "

"A pair of children, but they were taken away by his wife."

"I took it with me. What's going on?" Xi Mengyao was suspicious. It was not a glorious thing for his wife to bring her son away from home.

Song Chongjing had not said anything, but Yu Han had stepped forward.

When she heard this, she also remembered.

It turned out that the old master was born with the disposition of a romantic and loved to listen to plays. Back then, he had raised a playboy in the capital who wanted to be a concubine.

Originally, this didn't mean much. Just tell his wife that he should marry her and bring her home.

Unfortunately, that playboy's ambition was too great, so he didn't want to be a concubine. Instead, he whispered to that person that he wanted to become a big house and wouldn't follow him even if he was crying his heart out.

Who knew what the Ministry Councillor was obsessed with. He actually bought a small courtyard in the south of the city and raised her outside, becoming the "principal wife".