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

The two little devils who came to carry the things had already collected their wages and went back.

After taking a medicinal bath, Weng Songzhi felt refreshed.

To celebrate his "rebirth", he paid for the purchase of tonight's banquet out of his own pocket.

Gu Sanliang knew that the big wooden box that was transported back contained the first gate stone of Xuanmen Mountain, and he couldn't wait to open it to see. That night, he sat next to the stone, leaned against the stone, drank wine, and secretly wiped away tears.

Lu Song sat next to him and listened to him talk about the First Xuanmen.

Yin Changxing also drank a lot.

Until Weng Songzhi came over with wine and asked him a question.

"Brother, isn't there a parchment scroll in that wooden box? Have you seen it?"

Yin Changxing paused in his drinking.

He was silent for a moment.

Seeing that he was clearly in a bad mood, Weng Songzhi sighed and asked, "Do you think it has something to do with Xiao Ling'er?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

"But I have a hunch that it has something to do with Xiao Ling'er."

"Junior brother, do you still remember what Yun Badao said?"

After Yin Changxing said this, Weng Songzhi's expression became much more serious.

Yun Badao said at the time that Lu Zhaoling's three generations would die early and die miserably.

"That's how Xiao Ling'er died at the First Xuanmen. We should have had a premonition at Zunyi Temple, but we didn't. They told us to cultivate the dragon vein, and so we did."

"We watched helplessly as Xiao Ling'er was blown to pieces, and we didn't even remember that she had been killed in a bombing before."

"Junior brother, what about this life?"

After remembering what happened in the past, Yin Changxing was actually very painful.

Because in that life at Zunyi Temple, they were really not prepared at all and watched Lu Zhaoling die in front of them.

Before he died, Lu Zhaoling used his talismanic power to push them all away.

It was the same when she first entered Xuanmen. She wanted to push them all away, and she didn't even want to drag the villagers to die with her.

After experiencing two lives, although Lu Zhaoling's sense of merit has obviously decreased by half, and she has become more selfish, no longer a saint, and loves herself more. However, she is definitely still kind at heart.

Seeing her heading to the southwest and Subei, fighting to defend Yulan Pass, we also know that when the people are in trouble, she will definitely fight in the front.

If another disaster happened, would she be able to just sit there and watch? I'm afraid that at that time, even if she knew the danger, she would still rush forward.

And it is impossible for these so-called noble and upright people to persuade her to ignore the lives of the people just because they are afraid that she will be in danger.

I’m afraid that by that time, they will rush forward themselves.

Yun Badao would not have said such words without any purpose.

"Then let's take a look at the parchment? What if there is some solution written on it?" Weng Songzhi said.

"Yes, we should watch it. After the banquet is over and Xiao Ling'er goes back to her room, we can watch it."

"it is good."

They all looked at Lu Zhaoling who was sitting in the yard.

She was happy today because she had learned Lu Ming's identity and had also received Lu Ming's flute and a painting. She felt that she had truly separated from Lu Ming and his family.

She can temporarily ignore what the Yunbei Lu family is like.

But the Lu Ming family in Beijing is really disgusting, and it would be best to completely cut off ties with them.

Also, she has met the head of the Lu family, and he is a decent person.

Lu Chen and Lu Xiaoruo, the two children, like her very much.

Xiao Ling'er's good mood tonight was probably due to this. She had never felt the love of family before, but at least the Lu family's children were given to her.

She may have felt that she didn't need it and never hoped for it before, but she may still have it subconsciously.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have become so happy after meeting the Yunbei Lu family.

"Xiao Ling'er has drunk several cups. Do you want to do something about it?" Weng Songzhi also looked at Lu Zhaoling.

There were many lights on around, and the yard was still very bright. You could see that her face was a little flushed.

"Let her drink." Yin Changxing said softly, "Xiao Ling'er has her limits."

Lu Zhaoling was happy and took out the purple flute.

Seeing this, Lu Song asked Rong Jingjing, "Master Sister, can you play the flute?"

"Yes, she can play the flute and the Xiao." In fact, there is also the harmonica and ordinary leaves, which Lu Zhaoling can also play.

But now seeing that she was holding Lu Ming's purple flute, Rong Jingjing also sat up straight.

"This flute is a magical instrument. I wonder what it will feel like when I blow it."

Everyone looked at Lu Zhaoling.

"This is my father's flute," Lu Zhaoling said. "I know a very old tune. Let me play it for you."

Qingyin and Qingbao were really surprised.

They had never seen the young lady use an instrument and thought she didn't know how to do it.

Lu Zhaoling tried it first.

A sound comes out.

The emperor was the first to be shocked.

The flute played softly and crisply, its cheerful notes floating lightly like spirits on the wind. The branches of the locust tree swayed gently, like a breeze brushing through the chaos in their minds, clearing their minds.

Lu Zhaoling stood up, his fingers playing the flute lightly, looking very happy.

Zheng Ying and Frog Brother also followed the emperor and felt their spirits lifted.

They all felt that there was a breeze and spiritual energy around them, which made them feel the breath of the world of the living, as if they had come back to life and become living people with warmth.

This feeling may only be known by these ghosts.

But these ghosts didn't know that Rong Jingjing and the others also felt light and warm now. All the fatigue was washed away from their bodies and minds, and their bodies felt so light that they seemed to have no weight.

They had already been drinking, and now they were in a light-hearted mood and wanted to get up and dance.

Sheng Xiaohan had been quite quiet since coming to Huai Garden, unlike at the Ghost Market. That night, he sat quietly eating, only sipping a little wine.

Now listening to Lu Zhaoling playing the flute, she held her face and closed her eyes.

The sound of the flute is so beautiful.

The lights are dancing, beautiful and happy.

Lu Zhaoling was playing the flute and felt very happy.

Outside, a carriage passed by and the horses stopped. The coachman listened to the sound of the flute and all the fatigue of the day disappeared.

The person in the carriage leaned out, lifted the curtain and looked over here.

"Huai Garden?"

There were stars in the eyes of the young and handsome man.

"Who is playing the flute..."

He actually felt a sense of happiness as he listened, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Sir, I don't know either."

The round-faced servant next to him held his chin in his hand, listening with fascination.

They were trying to get back before curfew, and in their haste, they had forgotten the time.

"What are you doing here?" Another carriage was approaching in front, and the driver shouted at them, bringing them all back to their senses.

"Let's go." The handsome young man said to the coachman.

"Yes."

The carriage drove away.

The driver who had just asked said to the people in the carriage, "Miss, that seemed to be the carriage of the top scholar."