The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

After choosing the styles and colors, Shengqing was about to leave with the two of them, but the long-tongued embroiderer banged her head hard on the ground, as if beating a drum to complain, and muttered: "Ming'er... Ming'er... are you okay?"

Her eyes were full of pleading and unbreakable tenderness. Even though her face was ashen, her eyes were bloodshot, and her tongue was hanging to the ground, it could not conceal her warmth.

Yu Mian was attracted by the voice. Although he was still afraid, he couldn't help but be curious. He whispered in Sheng Qing's ear, "Master, who is she calling?"

Sheng Qing pressed Yu Mian into his chest and began to divine. The ease and comfort in his eyes suddenly froze. He looked at the female ghost kneeling before him, then looked at the disciple in his arms. A trace of struggle flashed across his eyes, but he finally said coldly, "Your son Lu Ming's birthday is coming."

"But you can rest assured, he died of old age." Death at the age of seventy-one is considered a happy funeral in the mortal world.

The female ghost's body, which was kowtowing on the spot, suddenly froze. For a moment, she seemed to have lost her soul and knelt on the ground without moving.

Ming'er... Ming'er's time is coming...

Obviously, the last time I saw him, he was still a bearded man...

Then, her face turned pale, her eyes turned bloodshot, and the long tongue in her mouth disappeared one by one. Two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes and dissipated into evil energy in the air.

Her face transformed into that of a beautiful lady with a graceful figure and charming eyes. She spoke the first sentence in more than sixty years with a normal tone, and she spoke in great sorrow: "Your Excellency, can... can you let me see him again? No! He doesn't have to see me, just half of me is enough!"

Tears were streaming down her face, she was reluctant to let go, her tone was full of sorrow and hope, her back seemed to be bent like a taut bow.

Perhaps God is so cruel that he had set up the nodes in the dark, destined that Sheng Qing would bring Yu Mian here to tailor clothes today, and also destined that Lin Han's son would die today.

"After seeing my son once, I am willing to make clothes for you forever!" She held the kneeling palms of her superiors in the palace with both hands and pressed them tightly against her forehead.

Yu Mian couldn't bear to see this look, so she tugged at Sheng Qing's collar, as if asking her whether she would help or not and to give a definite answer, so as not to keep her waiting for too long. In the end, she gave him a cold glance, with a sharp look in her eyes, which frightened Yu Mian so much that he shivered.

These ghosts that have no affinity with immortality in the human world are mostly trapped in the human world with indelible obsessions. They wander in the places they visited in their previous lives for generations, and can never be reborn.

Until the soul is constantly worn away by time and turns into a wisp of soul with only thoughts left.

And the soul will eventually be erased and disappear from the human world.

Some ghosts are so obsessed that they go astray and kill people and eat their souls just to stay in the mortal world. In the end, because they have eaten too many souls and have evil thoughts, they become evil ghosts and are killed by monks.

Lin Han in front of him almost turned into a fierce ghost, but was taken in by Sheng Qing and became her exclusive embroiderer. For more than 60 years, she made many beautiful clothes for her.

But once the obsessions of mortal ghosts are satisfied and their souls are still intact, they will be pulled into reincarnation in an instant.

Sheng Qing would not believe in oaths and kept telling lies, saying that he would tailor clothes for her for the rest of his life, but in fact, the moment he saw her child die, he might die with him.

She poked the stupid apprentice's head again and said, "I am the master just wanting her to finish making those clothes for you. It will not be easy to find another satisfactory embroiderer."

This is the embroidered ghost she carefully selected from among all the ghosts. It has unparalleled craftsmanship, fine needlework, and excellent aesthetics.

I don’t know when I will meet a ghost that suits my heart so well next time. It has only been a few decades and it is about to disappear.

Sheng Qing's eyes flickered as he thought about refining her directly and turning her into a soul servant so that she could tailor clothes for him forever.

Yu Mian covered his head, resisting the attack from his master, "Ah! Master, be gentle!"

"Okay, I didn't use much strength, why are you shouting?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Yu Mian, and she put them aside temporarily.

"Let me take a look?" She turned Yu Mian's head over and saw that there was indeed a small red mark on it, which ruined this beautiful little face. The little girl's skin was really tender.

With a gentle touch of the cold fingertips, Yu Mian suddenly felt no pain. Although it didn't hurt much in the first place, she pretended to be pitiful and said, "Master, you have poked me, so..." She looked at the embroiderer Lin Han who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Enough, you're just good at pretending to be nice." Sheng Qing flicked his sleeves, and the embroiderer on the ground disappeared instantly. She turned into a wisp of white smoke and entered the talisman on Sheng Qing's fingertips. Then she stuffed it into Yu Mian's hand and said to her, "Hold on tight to your master."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mian subconsciously gave Sheng Qing a bear hug, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, which could be held in one hand. Then, everything went dark before his eyes.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, like sand and rocks passing by at a very high speed.

Their eyes brightened again, and they came to a magnificent room with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, and an air of luxury. There were many people surrounding them, and they knelt quietly below, not daring to raise their heads.

The old man with a white beard beside the bed stroked his beard and felt the pulse. Finally, he shook his head and dared not say more. He only said: "I have tried my best."

Then he was taken away.

Some of those kneeling on the ground were afraid, some were sad, some were confused, some were happy, and some had ulterior motives...

Yu Mian found that the two of them appeared in the crowd and did not attract anyone's attention at all. She stretched out her hand in front of one of the women wearing a phoenix hairpin, waved it, and found that they really could not see me.

Sheng Qing said, "Why don't you let her out?"

Yu Mian’s hair stood on end. It was so scary that Master spoke suddenly. Fortunately, the sound could not be heard.

She quickly took out the talisman she had been holding all the way and wanted to hand it to Shengqing, but she was pierced by her eyes. "You called me for such a small matter?"

She withdrew her hand awkwardly, and followed the finger gestures to trigger the talisman taught by Elder Lingfu in class, and injected spiritual power into it.

Then, a misty white smoke emerged from the talisman and transformed into a beautiful woman.

Yu Mian looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, and then at the clothes she was wearing. Something was not right. Didn’t the master say that she was an embroiderer?

Why are you wearing the clothes of a concubine?

Sheng Qing, who was standing beside her, watched her relatively solid movements, a hint of relief flashing across his eyes.

Not bad, at least not too stupid.

The embroiderer who was released knelt down to express her gratitude and moved towards the bed like a moth to a flame.

The dragon energy can certainly hurt ghosts, but because she is the emperor's biological mother, she doesn't have that kind of influence, and this is also an emperor who is about to die.

Lin Han, a charming young woman in her twenties, floated to the bedside. She looked at the man lying flat on the bed. His face was as white as bark, his eye sockets were sunken, his hair was gray, and he had no teeth but only one or two left. Her eyes were full of pity: "Ming'er, my Ming'er! How come you are so thin... You have worked so hard to manage Qingguo these years..."

No matter how much time has passed, in the eyes of the mother, the child is still the infant, crying for food and following her around crying, "Mom~Mom~" every day.

"Cold...!" Lu Ming knew that his time was up and he had already arranged all the affairs for Qing Kingdom. He was reluctant to die and just wanted to wait for his mother.

Turbid tears flowed from his cloudy eyes, and the words that came out of his toothless mouth were the same as when he was a toddler, calling his mother "liang".

Is he going to die?

I finally saw my mother. She was still the same as I remembered from my childhood, so beautiful and gentle, as if she was covered with a layer of soft light.

Mom, I miss you so much...