The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Weng Songzhi was Lu Zhaoling's uncle, and he was about to die, so Madam Sheng San naturally would not refuse.

Although Youming was also busy and needed her (after all, she was so powerful that she was indispensable), Madam Sheng San still felt that she had to focus on Master Lu and put him first.

So she accepted the task and went to investigate without hesitation.

After Madam Sheng San left, Lu Zhaoling breathed a sigh of relief and said to Weng Songzhi, "Master, don't worry. Granny Sheng will definitely find a way to save you."

Weng Songzhi sighed softly.

He had always thought that this was extremely difficult, almost impossible, so he had accepted his fate.

Senior brother has recovered his memory and found Xiao Ling'er. Now Yun Ting should have his own place. He feels that he has nothing to worry about, so he might as well die.

He just hoped to hold on until Xiao Ling'er and Prince Jin got married.

that's it.

But now Xiao Ling'er is so confident that she can help him regain his life, so Weng Songzhi will certainly not refuse her kindness.

He felt warm in his heart, and as he looked at Lu Zhaoling, he wanted to reach out and touch her head.

He often did this during his time at the First Xuanmen. However, Xiao Ling'er was just a child back then, but now she has grown up.

He moved his fingers, but still managed to control the movement.

"I believe in Madam Sheng San's ability. However, even if I can regain my vitality, it won't be easy to integrate it back into my body."

This will be extremely exhausting.

Senior Brother may not be able to do it now. In the two years after breaking through the Soul Stripping, Senior Brother's cultivation and spirit will still be affected.

But Lu Zhaoling is still so young, and Weng Songzhi doesn't know if her cultivation level can do it.

"Xiao Ling'er, you have to promise me that if it's really difficult, we won't force it. Otherwise, you'll be exhausted and it won't be a good wedding next month."

It will affect her.

"Anyway, even if I die, with our friendship in the underworld, I should be able to become a ghost messenger?" Weng Songzhi's tone was very light, and he deliberately made death sound like a trivial matter.

In this way, death is not heavy at all for them.

For others, it is.

But for those who can see ghosts, see ghost messengers, and go to the underworld, death and life are definitely different.

Moreover, how can the richness of the human world, the beautiful colors, the warm sunshine, and the savory porridge be compared to being a ghost messenger?

If you can live, you naturally don’t want to die.

Those ghost cultivators try their best to cultivate to a high level, isn’t it also for the purpose of being able to walk in the human world?

"Don't worry, uncle. I will take care of it when the time comes. I won't force it too much."

Since there was still no hope of survival, Lu Zhaoling didn't say much.

She knew that Weng Songzhi was afraid that she would become very weak after she really did the thing of fusing vitality for him, but she didn't care too much, because she could still get married even if she was weak.

She felt that as long as she could walk, Zhou Shiyue would be able to arrange the marriage.

Gu Sanliang listened to their conversation and breathed a sigh of relief.

He also didn't want anything to happen to Weng Songzhi.

They have the possibility to revive the First Xuanmen. Now they are short of manpower, so it would be best if Weng Songzhi could stay.

Even if he really becomes a ghost messenger after death, he will have little to do with the First Xuanmen.

Only then did Weng Songzhi ask about Lu Zhaoling's life in the Netherworld.

"Have you found out about Su Xiaolian?"

Lu Zhaoling thought of Su Xiaolian, and before she answered him, she asked about Yin Changxing and Zhou Shiyue.

"Master and Zhou Shiyue haven't returned from the palace yet?"

Weng Songzhi said, "I'm back, but I just went to the Prince of Jin's Mansion. There was something wrong with the maid named Shui Xin."

Lu Zhaoling frowned when he heard this, "Master, you should rest first. I'll go take a look."

"You all should be careful."

Weng Songzhi called out worriedly at her back.

Lu Zhaoling waved without looking back and left quickly.

"They're so busy every day." Weng Songzhi sighed, "I wonder if their busy schedule will affect the wedding."

Gu Sanliang was a little worried, but he still said confidently, "Prince Jin wants to marry Xiao Ling'er so much, he will definitely overcome all difficulties and get married as scheduled."

"That's what you said." Weng Songzhi nodded and thought so too.

Lu Zhaoling took Qingyin and Qingbao to Prince Jin's Mansion.

When the carriage was halfway there, they heard a familiar voice, as if someone was cursing.

The driver was Ma Xiaoliu.

"Miss, it's Prince Dai."

Dai Xu?

When Lu Zhaoling saw the Crown Prince's wife that Dai Xu had married, she lifted the carriage curtain and took a look.

She wanted to see Dai Xu's face.

If Miss Deng didn't harm him, she would have kept her promise.

Dai Xu was arguing with several richly dressed men next to him, one of whom was holding a brocade box in his arms.

After hearing a few noisy words from them, Lu Zhaoling understood.

An antique shop had promised Dai Xu in advance that they would give him priority in choosing some new items when they arrived.

However, a clerk in this shop let the secret slip in front of several other children from wealthy families, and these people rushed over to see the goods first.

It wasn't a big deal. But these people had a grudge against Dai Xu, so they had a plan: someone would reveal what the items were, find out which one Dai Xu wanted, and then buy the one he was interested in!

The boss didn't know that his employee had done such a thing. Today, when Dai Xu came, the matter was revealed. Although the boss scolded the employee and fined him, the item had already been sold to these people, and the boss had no way to ask them to return it.

He could only apologize to Dai Xu and try to calm things down.

But how could Dai Xu be the kind of person who could swallow his anger?

He had been mentally unstable recently because of his weird wife at home, and now someone had run into him, of course he didn't want to do it.

So I caught up with these people and started arguing with them on the street.

After Lu Zhaoling half listened, half guessed, and half speculated to understand, she just wanted to take a look at Dai Xu's face and leave. She would also take care of their conflict.

As a result, the young man in gorgeous clothes holding the brocade box saw her at a glance. His eyes suddenly lit up and he nudged his companion with his elbow.

"Yu Xu, who is that beauty? When did such a beautiful flower appear in the capital?"

As soon as he said this, everyone turned their heads and looked over.

Lu Zhaoling sat in the carriage, leaning forward slightly, half hidden behind the curtain. Her face was bright and dazzling, and suddenly everyone around her lost their color. Only she had color.

It seems to occupy a world.

Dai Xu saw Lu Zhaoling and opened his mouth, but before he could call out "Miss Lu", the young man in the fancy clothes said another word.