"The Jiang family and the Chen family have been dead for several days. Why are the sores on my face still not getting better, but getting worse." The emperor angrily asked Wuwei Daoist, gnashing his teeth: "The resentment disappears, the ghost sore heals. Could it be that her resentment is gone? If it still can't be eliminated, it is nonsense to say that I want to repay her for her life, or ghost sores."

Daoist Wuwei looked at the emperor with a solemn expression, and calculated with his fingers.

The emperor involuntarily held his breath and stared directly at the inactive Taoist priest who had nothing else to do.

After a while, Daoist Wuwei stopped calculating, made a bow, and looked at the emperor with deep eyes: "Your Majesty, are Jiang's and Chen's really dead?"

Under such a penetrating gaze, the emperor was embarrassed to be seen through: "What do you mean?"

Wuwei Daoist said lightly: "Pin Dao calculates that the two waste concubines are still in this world."

The emperor was startled, his pupils trembling violently.

Wuwei Daoist sighed helplessly: "Your Majesty does not believe in the words of the poor, and the poor cannot help. Your majesty forgives the sin, and the poor bid farewell."

"Master, stay!" The emperor hurriedly said, rubbing his hands embarrassingly, otherwise the emperor had thick skin and no conscience, and the emperor threw the blame to the queen mother, "The queen mother is reluctant to leave Chen's family, crying He kept insisting that there was a mastermind behind the scenes, forcing me to cooperate with the deceit. As a son of man, I really couldn't, so I could only obey the Queen Mother's wishes. Now it has been proved that the Queen Mother is unfounded and worried, and I want to come to the Queen Mother not to cry anymore." I didn't feel a little more respect. Obviously, Daoist Wuwei successfully frightened the emperor with his hand, which made the emperor look up to him even more.

Daoist Wuwei couldn't help but think of that day when he brought the news of the death of Concubine Ning, the virtuous concubine, to Fu Concubine, but Fu Concubine asked, the Empress Dowager really could bear Ning Concubine for such a bizarre reason as ghost sore. die.

Daoist Wuwei felt a thump in his heart at that time. He knew that the emperor had always been skeptical about ghost ulcers, and he was uncertain whether it was a human or a ghost. Since there is doubt, the emperor will easily execute Concubine Xian Gui and Concubine Ning? Even if it is not Lianxiangxiyu, just out of an emperor's cautiousness, he will want to find out whether it is a ghost or a human. Then suspended animation is the best way to try. After suspended animation, the ghost sore will heal, obviously it is man-made.

Daoist Wuwei gave a shock on the spot. After entering the palace, he carefully observed the emperor. He had been with the emperor for ten years, and was pondering the Sacred Heart all the time. From the emperor's subtle expressions, it was determined that Concubine Xian Gui and Concubine Ning had a high probability of not dying. Wuwei secretly exhaled a sigh of relief. It was dangerous and dangerous. If Fubi hadn't reminded him, he would capsize in the gutter today. As soon as the ghost sore is said to come out of his mouth, in order to protect himself, it must be a ghost sore, but it can only be a ghost sore.

"Pity the parents of the world, the queen mother also cares about her majesty." Daoist Wuwei handed the emperor a ladder.

The emperor climbed down the wall and said, "Yes." He couldn't help but ask, "Can the ghost sores on my face be cured without medicine?"

Daoist Wuwei said calmly: "The resentment is gone, and the ghost sore is healed."

The emperor, who was half-trusted before, finally believed this time. With his letter, Concubine Xiangui and Concubine Ning were completely dead. Concubine Ning, who had survived her death, could not accept another death, "The Queen Mother, I want to see the Queen Mother, my aunt saves me! The tenth princess, I am the mother of the tenth princess, the tenth princess can't live without me, the emperor, the emperor!"

In view of Concubine Ning's uncooperative behavior, the two little eunuchs walked towards Concubine Ning with the white lingerie, apparently wanting to take her on the road in person.

Concubine Ning's eyes were split and her voice was fierce: "You dare, I am the niece of the empress dowager, the emperor's cousin."

"Niangniang, why bother." Eunuch Deng, who was in the lead, sighed, "The slaves are also doing things according to the order, and they are offended."

A foot of white silk wrapped around Concubine Ning's slender neck, tears fell from the corners of Concubine Ning's eyes, shock, anger, fear... and finally turned into a heavy sadness. She thought that she could be proud of the harem, but she never thought that she had become a ghost in the harem. Is it retribution?

This time, Daoist Wuwei saw the bodies of Concubine Xiangui and Concubine Ning with his own eyes. He easily persuaded the emperor who regarded him as a life-saving straw on the grounds that he wanted to resolve the grievances of Zisu for the two waste concubines.

The emperor asked Wuwei Taoist priest who had done the transcendental ritual: "Daoist priest, will my face be healed right away?" His face was sore and itchy, and every moment was a torment for him. At this moment, the emperor regretted himself very much. Therefore, it took two more days to make a fool of myself.

"The grievances are gone, the ghost sores are healed." Daoist Wuwei made a bow, "The poor Daoist returned to the temple and immediately opened the altar to save the perilla."

"Okay." The emperor nodded again and again.

Daoist Wuwei returned to Qinglian Temple, ordered people to prepare the dojo, and went to invite Jiang Gui at the same time. The solution to this ghost sore is still up to the concubine Fu Concubine, so far, he is 70% sure that the ghost sore came from the hands of Concubine Fu. The concubine Xian died, the concubine's resentment disappeared, and the emperor's ghost sore was healed.

Using a palace maid who carried the master's back, every step of the way, with murderous intentions, she took down the two most powerful concubines in the harem. Daoist Wuwei was excited. Since he decided to cooperate, of course, the more capable the concubine, the better. Could it be that he is looking for a waste to hold him back? It's not that there have been no harem concubines trying to win over him over the years, but he felt that none of them had a clear chance of winning, so he didn't make a bet. But now he can bet, Fu Concubine, he will have the last laugh at Fu Concubine.

After Jiang Gui entered the door and sat down, Daoist Wuwei said: "If the Queen Mother did not want to leave Ning Concubine as expected, she asked Ning Concubine to feign death, trying to deceive whether someone was behind the scenes, now Your Majesty finally believes that it is indeed resentment. As a troublemaker, he ordered the disposal of the two waste concubines. Pindao saved them on the spot. If you want to come and do a ritual for Zisu, you will be able to resolve her grievances, and your majesty will recover in a few days. Empress said, isn't it?"

Jiang Gui curved his lips slightly, knowing that the old man had already guessed that it was her moving hands and feet. In the matter of ghost sore, they were sitting on the same boat, and it was impossible for them to dismantle her, otherwise it would be self-destructing. Wuwei is a smart person, she knows what to do better for herself, and she likes to work with such smart people.

"The grievances are gone, the ghost sores are healed." Jiang Gui took out a peace amulet that was given to the believers by the Qinglian Temple. "This is the peace amulet that I enshrined in front of the statue of Tianzun for seven days and seven nights. Please send it to Your Majesty on behalf of the Taoist priest."

Daoist Wuwei took it with both hands: "The lady has a heart, and the poor Dao must convey it."

After returning, Daoist Wuwei carefully dismantled the safety talisman for inspection. He had been refining alchemy for the emperor all the time, and he had done a lot of research on pharmacology, but he could not find out what was unusual about this safety talisman. Is it really just an ordinary peace charm. No, Daoist Wuwei shook his head slowly, this safety charm is definitely not simple, because he is not capable, so he can't find the secret.

Daoist Wuwei was a little frustrated and a little relieved, and he was relieved to be able to present this peace talisman to the emperor. After Xingshi mobilized the crowd to set up the dojo, the Taoist Master Wuwei entered the palace and presented the "Heavenly Heart Sutra".

"This is a scripture written by Pindao a few days ago. Your Majesty can put it in the bedroom, which will help eliminate grievances."

Hearing it can dispel grievances, the emperor regarded it as a treasure, carefully took it from the palace servants, looked at it and half understood it, but it did not prevent the emperor from praising Wuwei Dao in the sky and the earth, and he could be compared to Lao Tzu. .

"I want to order people to publish it in a booklet, so that everyone in the world can worship and read the scriptures of the Taoist priest."

Daoist Wuwei's face is indifferent, and he doesn't look like an expert. In fact, don't be too happy in his heart, and his reputation is just around the corner. Just at this point, Fubi is worthy of cooperation.

"Your Majesty, this is the peace talisman enshrined in front of the statue of the goddess by the concubine Fu Concubine.

The emperor then remembered that there was still a beautiful woman praying for him in the Qinglian Temple. The emperor, who thought he was about to be relieved, was in a good mood, and Ben Daofu was a concubine. When head is hot, want to take it out.

How could Daoist Wuwei make the emperor feel sick? He wondered that Fu Concubine had no intention of returning to the palace for the time being, and he also wanted to observe and observe Fu Concubine to explore the bottom, and said: "The mother made a great wish that day, if your majesty does not recover in a day, she will not recover. If you don’t watch for a day, your Majesty has not recovered yet, if the maiden comes out, I’m afraid it will be inappropriate.”

The emperor was startled, for fear of angering Tianzun, so he hurriedly said: "What the Taoist said is that when I recover, I will personally go to pick up the concubine." He asked again, "When will I recover?"

"The grievances are gone, please wait for the good news, Your Majesty."

The good news came that night, and that night, the unbearable itch was gone. The emperor slept the most peaceful sleep since the accident, and slept until dawn, the emperor who woke up couldn't believe that he didn't wake up in the middle of the night.

"Bring me the mirror."

The emperor looked at himself with the mirror, the ghost sore was still there, but the festering situation had improved a lot, and it was obvious to the naked eye.

"Am I much better?"

The palace man said yes with a look of joy.

"The grievances are gone, the ghost sores will heal." The emperor murmured several times, and his suspicions were committed again, and a string of imperial physicians was summoned.

The imperial physicians still couldn't say anything useful. Seeing the emperor's gloomy face, the imperial physician Ling daringly asked the emperor if he touched or ate something different yesterday.

The emperor took out the "Heavenly Heart Sutra" written by Taoist Wuwei, and when he moved, he added a talisman.

Imperial Physician Ling took a few Imperial Physicians to check carefully inside and out, and he was relieved that nothing was wrong. He wished he couldn't check anything. If there was something, it would prove that the emperor's ghost sore was artificial. Since it was artificial, their imperial hospital was helpless, but it was not that the imperial doctor was incompetent. So, it's still ghost sores. In this way, they can leave themselves clean in the hospital.

After getting the same result, the emperor was not happy but worried, and his heart was heavy. In fact, he preferred to be a human being. He was the emperor, so what was there to be afraid of. But if it was a ghost, the emperor slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the back was chilled.

It was not only the emperor who had chills behind his back, but also Jiang Liushi. The bad news that Jiang Haitang was demoted to a commoner came from the front foot, and Jiang Liushi fell ill. When the news of his death came out, Jiang Liushi was already bedridden.

The Jiang Liu clan hated, hated the Zisu who never stopped, hated the queen who was clearly the culprit but was safe, hated the emperor's ruthlessness and injustice, and even hated the concubine Jiang Fuchuan.

When persimmons are softly squeezed, Jiang Liu hates prostitutes the most. She shouldn't have been sent to the palace back then. I thought it was the help of the eldest daughter, but I never imagined that it would become a reminder. Why is Haitang so stupid, why should she be involved? Even if Jiang Fuchuan is pregnant, she may not be able to give birth, and even if she is born, she may not be a prince.

Jiang Liushi regretted breaking her heart, and couldn't help but blame herself. If she hadn't always talked about Jiang Fuquan to her eldest daughter, she might not have thought that way, and she wouldn't have been caught. The lowly maid lost her life. As soon as she remembered it, Jiang Liushi burst into tears and couldn't cry herself.

Jiang Yulan, who came to visit her doctor, saw her pain in her eyes and said, "Jiang Fuchuan is a scourge. I said at the time, just find someone to marry her off, and send her away, so that you can't see it or worry about it. , actually sent her to the palace, now it's better, the eldest sister died because of her."

Said Jiang Liu's family was burning all five, crying breathlessly.

"Mother, don't cry," Jiang Yulan was disturbed by Jiang Liu's crying, "what's the use of you crying and blinding your eyes now, my eldest sister can't come back from the dead, what is the most urgent thing right now is what happens to the fifth prince? What? The eldest sister is gone, the fifth prince is only eight years old, what if he is killed?"

To say that Jiang Yulan is out of sisterhood, it is not true. The two sisters are ten years apart. Jiang Haitang entered the palace early, and the relationship between the two is limited. Jiang Yulan cares more about the fifth prince for her own interests. There is a noble concubine sister, the prince's nephew, especially the undecided prince. This nephew has a certain chance of winning the crown of the prince. Who doesn't give her three points because of this, even the Ningyuan Houfu is no exception. . But now, the noble concubine's sister is dead, and the prince's nephew must never have another accident. A prince's nephew is her confidence, which is no worse than the confidence brought by Shangshu's father.

"Don't I know," Jiang Liushi was even more sad, "but without your sister, the faces of those eunuchs have all changed. It's hard for me to ask for any news."

"Isn't there still Jiang Fuchuan?" Jiang Yulan said indignantly: "She is a concubine anyway, better than us. You sent her to the palace to let her help my eldest sister. Now that my eldest sister is gone, she should take care of the five prince."

"It's too late for her to hate your eldest sister."

Jiang Yulan raised her eyebrows: "She dares! Brother Hong is in our hands, mother, can't you control her. Besides, what does she hate, the elder sister is dead, and she still picked up a son for nothing, how much is this harem? The concubine misses her son but can't."

"Your father takes Brother Hong very seriously." Jiang Liushi was heartbroken, "I can understand your father. Your father wanted to curry favor with Jiang Fuchuan when he saw that your eldest sister was gone."

Jiang Yulan sneered: "Jiang Fuchuan can't give birth, what's the use of flattering her, the fifth prince is our family's hope, my father is really confused. If it weren't for my eldest sister, he wouldn't be able to achieve the position of Shangshu even if he died. "

"Yulan!" Jiang Liushi was shocked and covered Jiang Yulan's mouth, "You bastard, what the hell are you talking about."

Jiang Yulan was a little scared after she finished speaking, but luckily there were only two of the mothers in the room, pulling away Jiang Liu's hand and muttering, "To be honest, my father didn't rely on my sister's pillow to get the wind up."

Jiang Liu Shi was so angry that he hit her on the arm.

Jiang Yulan avoided: "Why, I won't talk nonsense outside."

"I can't say it in private. I'm used to being bald and purring, and you will suffer." Jiang Liushi said sternly, regretting that he was too indulgent to his young children and daughters, and that he raised them without knowing how high they are.

"Don't say it, I won't say it again, okay."

Jiang Liu glared at Jiang Yulan.

"Okay, why have you been talking about me? We are talking about the fifth prince. For the safety of the fifth prince, Jiang Fuchuan had to hurry back to the palace. She stayed in Qinglian Temple to gain a good reputation, but she left the fifth prince alone. You're in danger." Jiang Yulan turned back to the topic.

Jiang Liushi's heart was pounding wildly, and the thought of her grandson staying alone in a place where people eat people breaks her heart: "What you said is that the fifth prince is in danger, and Jiang Fuchuan must return to the palace."

Jiang Liushi strongly supported the sick body to find Jiang Dehai. Jiang Dehai was also worried about the safety of the prince’s grandson. He wished that Jiang Fuchuan would return to the palace to take care of his grandson and keep the Jiang family. Thinking of Fuchu's intelligence, she should know that Brother Hong's life is tied to the fifth prince. If the fifth prince is good or bad, Brother Hong will not be able to live alone.

"Brother Hong is about to take a ten-day vacation, let him go see his sister."

Jiang Dehai sent his confidant butler's wife, Mama Xie, with a bunch of things to Qinglian Temple with Brother Hong. When it was about to arrive, Xie's mother found Jiang Yulan following.

Thanks Mom: "..."

Jiang Yulan straightened her sleeves: "I haven't seen Seventh Sister for a long time, and I want to catch up with her."

If Mama Xie can believe that she is a ghost, who in the family doesn't know how to beat Miss Eighth Jiang Yulan and dislike Miss Seventh Jiang Fuchuan. Forget it before, after all, she is the direct daughter, Miss Seven is just a concubine, which concubine is not immune to the helplessness of the direct daughter. Now it is different now. Miss Seven is already a concubine, the head of the first palace, and the mansion has to beg her to take care of the fifth prince.

"My auntie, don't embarrass the old lady. If the master knows, he will not be able to spare the old slave." Xie's mother moved out of Jiang Dehai gently.

Jiang Yulan didn't like this, she went back to Ningyuan Hou's mansion after seeing people, and her father couldn't find her even if he wanted to scold people.

"That's your business, it's none of my business," Jiang Yulan said angrily, "If you don't leave, get out of the way, don't get in my way."

Xie's mother was angry but did not dare to attack. Seeing that Jiang Yulan was really gone, she could only quickly order someone to go back and report to the master and wife. Then hurriedly chased after her, lest this spoiled eldest lady offend others and ruin a major event.

"I am Fu Concubine's sister-in-law, and I want to see Fu Concubine."

The little Taoist nun who guarded the door asked them to wait for a while, she went to report, and came back soon to say that the concubine had an invitation.

Jiang Yulan walked in first, and saw Jiang Guiduan sitting on the head, wearing a Taoist robe and no powder, she really should have followed the sentence, and the hibiscus came out of the clear water to carve the decoration, as if there were twenty-five mice scratching in her heart. Terribly miserable. From childhood to adulthood, as long as she and Jiang Fuqun appeared together, even if she was the direct daughter, the eyes of outsiders would fall on Jiang Fuqun immediately.

"Slave and concubine, please greet the concubine Fu." Xie's mother hurriedly saluted.

Brother Hong endured his excitement and bowed, but Jiang Yulan stood there and did not respond. She had never greeted Jiang Fuquan before when she entered the palace, and asked her to bow to Jiang Fuquan. She couldn't do it. Sisters do not have to see outside. Rationally, Jiang Yulan knew that the eldest sister was gone. But emotionally, Jiang Yulan couldn't bend her knees, she felt that she was bowing her head to Jiang Fuchuan.

A group of people curtseyed, and the only one standing upright, Jiang Yulan, was immediately eye-catching.

Jiang Gui looked straight at Jiang Yulan.

Jiang Yulan also looked at Jiang Gui, as if in a fit of anger.

Jiang Gui hooked the corner of his mouth, bullying Jiang Fuchuan for fifteen years has long been accustomed to, even if Jiang Fuchuan has become a palace concubine, in the eyes of the Jiang family's Jin Gui's young daughter, she is still a humble concubine.

"Brother Hong, come here." Jiang Gui beckoned to the handsome and indistinguishable young boy, Jiang Fuchuan's sister and brother were both first-class and good-looking.

Xie's mother, who was not called up, quietly pulled Jiang Yulan's clothes. Jiang Yulan sighed and slapped Xie's mother's hand away.

Xie's mother was helpless and cast a pleading look at Jiang Gui, hoping that she would take a step back as before.

Of course Jiang Gui wouldn't back down, even if Jiang Fuchun was there, she wouldn't back down. She worked so hard to climb up except for revenge, but she just didn't want to live humbly.

The atmosphere became awkward for a while.

Xie's mother and others were already shaky, Xie's mother's heart was stunned, and she fell to the ground with a puff, and the others behind her also knelt down: "Madame forgive me."

Jiang Gui patted Brother Hong who was uneasy, and said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

The concerned Jiang Yulan regretted that she came to Qinglian Temple with a fever, and she didn't know what to think at the time, but she actually took her own humiliation.

"Let's go. Since there is no such person in the eyes of the Jiang family, I dare not accept the gift from the Jiang family."

"Niangniang." Xie's mother wanted to cry but had no tears, and hated Jiang Yulan for not waking up, and when the concubine Xiangui was there, "Niangniang forgive me, Miss Eight is too sad..."

"Let's go!" Jiang Yulan interrupted Xie's mother, she shouldn't have come to see Jiang Fuchuan's success, "Brother Hong is still not leaving soon, the concubine and concubine have already chased people away, why are you staying here? "

"Miss Eighth!" Xie's mother could not wait to seal Jiang Yulan's rude mouth. She was really spoiled by his wife.

"Brother Hong won't leave. I haven't seen Brother Hong for a year. If I keep him here for a few days, I will send someone to talk to my father." Since people are here, how could Jiang Gui let Brother Hong leave again. He was wronged when Brother Hong died back then. Jiang Zhijie didn't mean to push Brother Hong, but he was used to bullying and ignored his temper, just like Jiang Yulan to Jiang Fuchuan, who wanted to beat him and scolded him whenever he wanted. so that they regard the progeny as slaves. As long as Jiang Zhijie's mentality does not change, such an accident is inevitable. In addition to the gun battle of Jiang Yulan, she was angry with her, and she went to bully Brother Hong to find a balance.

Xie's mother was in a hurry: "This is absolutely impossible, madam, the old slave can't explain it to the master."

"I said, I will send someone to tell my father, why, I don't have the right to keep my brother for a few days." Jiang Gui grimaced.

"Then wait until you tell your father, and he agrees to it." Jiang Yulan sneered, "What's the matter if you kill first and then play like this!"

Jiang Gui let go of Brother Hong, stood up, and walked towards Jiang Yulan.

Jiang Yulan held her chest out, refusing to show any timidity.

Jiang Gui smiled slightly and raised his hand without warning.

The sound of "pop" was deafening, and everyone in the room was stunned, including Jiang Yulan herself, who was hit in the face.

"You dare to hit me!" Jiang Yulan was furious, her facial features twisted instantly, she reached out and wanted to hit back, but before she fell, Jiang Gui slapped her backhand again, making Jiang Yulan stagger.

"Why don't you dare, you are disrespectful to this palace, these two slaps are light." Jiang Gui smiled, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Jiang Fuchuan!" Jiang Yulan was furious. She jumped up and wanted to fight back, but she was hugged by Mama Xie and others. She opened her mouth to scold, but Mama Xie quickly blocked her mouth, so she could only stare at her two eyes angrily. Burn Jiang Gui with your eyes.

Jiang Gui smiled slightly: "Aren't you convinced, hold on, who made Ben Gong a concubine? I have to thank you for giving Ben Gong this good fortune."

Jiang Yulan was so ashamed that she struggled violently.

"My lord, forgive me, Miss Eight is unwell, the servants will take her back first." Xie's mother pleaded guilty and dragged the furious Jiang Yulan away.

Brother Hong was anxious: "Sister?"

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Gui pinched the handsome boy's face.

Brother Hong looked up at Jiang Gui, who was calm and unhurried. He didn't know what was going on, but he was really not afraid, even if his sister had just beaten the worst-tempered eighth sister.

After a while, the embarrassed mother Xie came in and bit her head to explain to Jiang Yulan, Jiang Gui was noncommittal.

Mother Xie didn't dare to say anything else, for fear it would be counterproductive, so she gave gifts instead, "It was all chosen by the master himself. I'm afraid that the empress will not be used to living in the temple. After all, this is not the palace."

"Father's intention, I understand, you go back and tell father, when the time is right, I will try to return to the palace."

What she wanted to say was blocked, and Mama Xie was choked and uncomfortable. She just experienced Jiang Yulan being slapped in the face. Mama Xie knew that the seventh young lady had really changed. He didn't dare to be aggressive: "Master also said that if there is anything from the empress, just send someone to say it, and the house will fully cooperate."

Jiang Gui nodded: "I don't have anything to bother my father at the moment, there is only brother Hong. I have never met my sister and brother since I entered the palace, so I want to keep him for a few days."

Xie's mother thought that it would be impossible to take it away, unless she tore her face, and said, "Old slave will bring the words."

Xie mother came home and said this first.

Stealing chickens was not enough to lose rice, Jiang Dehai was so angry that he scolded Jiang Yulan for being stupid, thinking that Lao Qi was the concubine who could be bullied by her back then. Jiang Dehai pondered for a while and said, "I will pick up someone in three days, and I will say that Brother Hong still has to go to school." It is a good thing that a brother and sister have a deep relationship, the deeper the better.

Jiang Guizheng is going to turn Jiang Dehai's good things into bad things. Since Brother Hong has left Jiang's house, she will never want to go back. She wants to hide people, and she will have no worries from now on. As for Jiang Dehai's coming to beg people, she said that she was gone, how could Jiang Dehai tolerate her. Even if the emperor intervenes, she has a way to deal with it.

"Niangniang, someone has come from the palace." Huixin came in to report.

Jiang Gui said, "Please come in."

The person who entered was a little eunuch with red lips and white teeth, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face so tender that he could pinch water, and his eyes as black as ink.

Seeing those eyes, Jiang Gui was suddenly stunned, and couldn't help but take a closer look.

The little eunuch was also watching Jiang Gui, his face so gloomy that it dripped with water.

Jiang Gui pursed his lips, someone like her who has experienced great winds and waves, no matter how funny it is, will not laugh easily, unless she can't help it: "Pfft~"