My Master is Lin Zhengying

As expected of a child of the Huang family.

After Wu Shilang listened, he respectfully agreed.

Then he replied to Daoist Qianhe;

"Okay, so be it!

But the few of them must never touch the prince's coffin again. "

After finishing speaking, he pointed at the four people including Guidance Chen with the orchid flower.

Priest Qianhe smiled, clasped his fists and said:

"Yes, this is no problem."

After finishing speaking, he said to the southeast, northwest and Bing Yong:

"Push the coffin to the front yard!"

Then, he said to Nan Chen and the others:

"Several nephews, they are all loyal survivors of the Qing Dynasty.

The less trouble, the better.

Give my uncle some face, don't get entangled with them..."

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Priest Qianhe spoke politely.

Nan Chen and others, as juniors, even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they did not dare to make it up on the surface.

At this time, they clasped their fists at Taoist Priest Qianhe and said in unison:

"Follow Master's instruction."

When Daoist Qianhe met Nan Chen and other nephews, he agreed with a smile and nodded.

After that, he followed Taoist Simu and Master Yixiu to the direction of the cabin.

Qiu Sheng also said to Nan Chen and others:

"Let's go back too!"

With that said, everyone turned around and went back.

But Nan Chen's gaze was always fixed on the coffin.

He was looking for an opportunity to deal with that zombie emperor directly.

After a while, everyone returned to the courtyard.

Because there are too many people and too few rooms.

Even the morgue can't stop the golden coffin.

So the coffin of the zombie emperor was arranged in the small courtyard.

At this time, a simple shed was built by the soldiers and braves.

But before the shed was built, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the muffled thunder in the sky was getting louder and louder.

The sky was still clear before, but in the blink of an eye, a burst of black clouds rolled in.

A downpour is inevitable.

Seeing that it was going to rain, the sissy Wu Shilang stood at the door, waved a handkerchief and said:

"Hurry up, it's going to rain. The prince's coffin can't be rained casually!"

After speaking, he waved his handkerchief and twisted his waist before returning to the main room.

The little prince was now placed in Jia Le's room, with the three imperial guards guarding the door.

Jia Le was kicked out.

At this moment, he said to Nan Chen and the other three with a bitter face:

"Tonight, I may have to sleep with you!"

Looking at the sky, Nan Chen murmured to the electric arc that had already crossed the horizon:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Can't sleep? Why can't I sleep?"

When Wencai heard this, he asked curiously.

Nan Chen turned his head and grinned:

"It's nothing, just say whatever you want."

As soon as Nan Chen finished speaking, a thunderbolt struck down.

"Crack!"