Time Travel: My Lord, Your Missing Fiancee Is Back

It is impossible for a man to have a broken sleeve.

Shen Hongxuan was certain and confident that he was not interested in homosexuals, and the royal family's reputation would not allow him to act recklessly.

Moreover, rumors about him marrying a princess had long been rife in the capital.

He said: The eldest princess is missing, but there are still the second, third, and fourth princesses. It's the same as Princess Shang. Since the eldest princess is gone, the marriage contract can be transferred to the second princess.

Otherwise, the third princess or the fourth princess can also be selected.

Otherwise, the legitimate daughter of a noble family can also be chosen.

Secondly, there are concubines of aristocratic families who can also be given to him as concubines.

Even though he was old enough to be the father of those princesses!

Shen Hongxuan didn't want to marry the princess. If the princess didn't come back, then she wouldn't come back. At worst, she would be single for the rest of her life. Anyway, her family didn't leave him the throne!

No offspring are needed for inheritance.

This is what he thought before he met Xiaopang. He had no distracting thoughts and his mind was as pure as that of a newborn baby.

After meeting Xiaopang...

The normal man's impulse that he had forgotten and ignored suddenly appeared.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why Xiaopang could temporarily lift the curse on him.

But this is not important. What is important is that next to Xiaopang, he is just a normal man, not a "eunuch" suppressed by magic.

He had no desire for Xiaopang, nor did he want to use Xiaopang to do anything.

He just... just wanted to be a normal man next to Xiaopang. Even if some things were not used, they should at least be fully functional.

Shen Hongxuan nodded firmly, yes, that's it.

He had no ill will, no desire, and no distracting thoughts towards Xiaopang.

He wanted Xiaopang to be on good terms with him and didn't want Xiaopang to be on good terms with others. This was just a subconscious reaction caused by the competitive consciousness that arose when other men were competing for Xiaopang, which made his mind unclear and not his true intention.

Yes, what he really meant was to be friends, good friends who would live and die together. Good friends who did not involve love between men and women, or between men and men!

Shen Hongxuan patted his face and said, "I'm going to go back and take a nap first. When you have settled the people, wake me up."

Shen Liang stared at his master expectantly, "What about the little fat guy?"

"Continue sleeves."

"Master, can you really be calm and watch Xiaopang and Qi Siye being so close?" Shen Liang was puzzled. "Weren't you just in a hurry to add new skills?"

Shen Hongxuan stared at Shen Liang and said solemnly:

"You've got the wrong skills. I don't want love skills. I want skills for making friends, communicating in a friendly way, and finding the right balance between good friends. I'll figure this out on my own, so I don't need you."

After that, he turned around and left.

Shen Liang quickly followed Shen Hongxuan, "No, Master, I just felt at ease and felt that the mistress had hope. Why have you changed again?

You are a great marquis, in charge of 200,000 powerful tiger troops. You always keep your word. How can you change your mind so quickly? The sky is not as fast as you change your face! Have you been possessed by someone?"

Shen Hongxuan had a blank expression on his face: "You just changed your expression faster than turning the pages of a book. If the emperor is not anxious, then the eunuch is, so how can you not be anxious to death?"

Shen Liang looked eagerly with a mixture of expectation and disappointment in his eyes, "Then the mistress..."

Shen Hongxuan: "I have thought it through. I don't want to use the picture book I mentioned before. It is full of mistakes and needs to be corrected. I don't want the storybook either. I know what to do next."

After a pause, he said, "As for the mistress you want, that depends on whether the eldest princess can come back."

Shen Liang's heart sank.

Fourteen years ago, the one-year-old princess went out for fun and accidentally fell into a lake and has been missing ever since.

A one-year-old child fell into Weishan Yeyu Lake, which is larger than Jingyu Lake.

One hundred thousand imperial guards searched for three days and three nights within a fifty-kilometer radius of the drowning area, and then expanded the search area for a whole month, but they did not find any clues.

Still alive?

Most of them were swallowed by the big fish in the lake.

For such a young child, there was no need to spit out the bones. The clothes were all made of high-quality silk. A fish with a certain level of cultivation should be able to digest the silk and would not have to spit out the clothes.

At that time, he was still in his hometown in the countryside. The weather was bad and the rain was not good. He was also rejected by his mother because of the difficult labor of his first child. He went hungry for nine meals in three days.

The eldest princess disappeared, and the imperial guards searched house to house in a massive manner. Her mother suddenly had an idea and wanted to use her one-year-old younger sister to fool the princess. From then on, the mother relied on her daughter to gain status and reached the peak of her life.

He exposed it mercilessly.

In front of the imperial guards, his mother picked up a hoe in the yard and was about to dig him to death, saying that he was a traitor and should have been drowned at birth...but was stopped by Shen Hongxuan.

Shen Liang came back to his senses, "Xiao Pang, where are you going?"

"Go and calm the people's minds."

Shen Liang touched the back of his head. "Calming the mind and calming the spirit, isn't that the effect of the medicine? You take this zither..."

"The same can be done with the sound of the zither. Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu correspond to the five internal organs. Good music is enough to make people happy."

“But…” How can I be happy with so many dead bodies?

“Always have to try it.”

Jiang Heng wasn't very confident. She had only learned the basics and hadn't even gotten started. It was hard to say whether she could play well enough to meet her expectations.

However, as the sun sets, more and more ghosts gather in the shade, hiding in the crowd, absorbing the popularity.

If we don't calm the souls and draw a clear line between the living and the dead, once these ghosts get used to absorbing human energy to boost their own development, then we'll have to use the methods of an Onmyoji to correct the situation.

As for how to draw the line between the living and the dead, and what methods the Yin-Yang Master uses...

Jiang Heng had an immature idea.

On the deck, in the sunset.

Jiang Heng took out funeral supplies, placed a tribute table on the pile of corpses, lit incense and candles, and burned paper money.

Place the piano table towards the living person, face the living person, and sit cross-legged.

All the academy disciples: "..."

All the living people rushed forward, wanting to burn paper money and kneel down to worship their deceased relatives.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, we are in the air, not on the ground, and the boat will capsize again soon."

Xie Shiyi asked the servants to maintain order: "Everyone, please be patient..."

Jiang Heng mobilized the power of moonlight and stroked the strings of the zither. With just one note, the noisy people quieted down.

The moment the piano music came out, Jiang Heng had already forgotten what he wanted to play in the first place.

The fingers danced by themselves, like butterflies dancing in the morning light, with graceful and shining postures, as smooth and silky as flowing clouds and running water. The whole person seemed to have entered an ethereal, illusory, yet real artistic conception. Countless evil spirits and fierce spirits became docile and weak in the sound of the piano, turned into ashes, and disappeared.

Resentment, obsession, and evil thoughts all disappeared.

Qi Ze and others could not see the evil thoughts and ghosts disappearing, but they could feel the people's anxiety, decadence, and despair passing away, and the sunshine and hope that slipped through the cracks were growing.