This villain has become a ghost

When she woke up again, the perspective changed again and her soul floated out again.

The familiar scene appeared before his eyes again. Nangong Mingzhu was half lying on the bed with a pale face, her dark eyes half open, her hair spread out like thick ink, with a hint of the darkness of the night, and she looked like a sick beauty.

It seemed to be late at night, and dim candlelight was lit in the cold palace, with the candlelight swaying.

There was a golden nanmu chair beside the bed, on which sat a slim figure in black. She crossed her legs and looked even more lazy and casual than Nangong Mingzhu.

It was Nangong Wanqing.

Just looking at this scene, the two siblings are inexplicably similar.

The two were talking, and Nangong Mingzhu listened to her statement with a cold expression, asking something from time to time.

At this moment, Nangong Wanqing had an indifferent expression on her face. A hint of ruthlessness and coldness flashed in her eyes as she spoke. She did not look like a modern person at all. Her every move exuded the temperament of a princess.

As if sensing Yue Liuyun's awakening, Nangong Mingzhu suddenly looked towards her. The fierceness in his brows faded away, and he raised his lips to form a faint smile, and said softly, "Awake?"

Yue Liuyun smiled and nodded.

When Nangong Wanqing saw him like this, she knew that Yue Liuyun's soul had awakened. A smile appeared on her face, and she asked Nangong Mingzhu curiously: "Is it Xiao Liuyun who has awakened? Where is she? Please say hello to her for me."

Nangong Mingzhu said nonchalantly: "You can greet her yourself. She can see and hear you."

Nangong Wanqing asked, "Which direction is she in?"

Nangong Mingzhu said nonsense seriously: "She is on the roof, you can see her as soon as you look up."

Yue Liuyun: “…”

I'm not Spider-Man, why am I running to the roof? I'm really fed up with you. What nonsense are you talking about when you're just a dog?

The key point is that Nangong Wanqing, a seemingly smart child, actually believed this guy's nonsense. She smiled brightly, raised her head, waved towards the roof, and said, "Good evening, Xiao Liuyun."

Yue Liuyun: “…”

The corner of Yue Liuyun's mouth twitched, and he said to Nangong Mingzhu, "In that case, please say hello to me too and say good evening."

Nangong Mingzhu nodded obediently, then said to Nangong Wanqing: "...She said the view on the roof is very good, you can go and see it when you have nothing to do."

Nangong Wanqing: “???”

What kind of fetish is this? What else is there to see on the roof besides spider webs?

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Yue Liuyun gnashed his teeth and said, "Nan Gong Ming Zhu, do you want to die?"

Nangong Mingzhu coughed twice, seemingly weak and frail, and said, "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Although I was very angry and speechless, looking at the dark circles under his eyes and the pale face, as if all his yang energy had been sucked out, I knew... he really didn't have much time left.

Yue Liuyun held back the words he was about to say to scold him.

...I don't know how Jingtan is progressing.

Nangong Wanqing was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Nangong Mingzhu continued to tell her lies, saying, "She said she was happy, and I said, 'There's no need to rush to be happy.' After all... there are still many happy days to come."

Yue Liuyun was too tired to complain and rolled his eyes to the sky.

Is this the feeling of powerlessness of being a ghost?

Nangong Wanqing suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Then, she slowly stood up and said solemnly, "Tell her what I just reported to you. I will continue to lurk in the dark and inform you if there is any movement."

Everyone thought the princess was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, deprived of her freedom for life. But no one knew, except them, that she had changed her identity and left the Heavenly Prison, walking in the world, gathering intelligence for them.

She has been practicing martial arts since she was young and has great skills, so working undercover is no problem for her.

"By the way," Nangong Wanqing lowered her eyes, the emotion in them unclear, as if she was talking to Yue Liuyun, or perhaps to herself, and said softly, "Xiao Liuyun, Jingtan...came to see me alone."

Yue Liuyun noticed that her current name had changed from "Atan" to "Jingtan".

As for what happened between the two, she had no idea.

Nangong Wanqing's smile looked a little lonely at the moment, and she said slowly: "He gave me a poem, saying it was from our world."

"But... I'm not very good at Chinese and history. Can you help me explain it?"

Yue Liuyun listened quietly to the content of the poem.

The goddess came to test him and wanted to dye his clothes with flowers.

My Zen mind couldn't be aroused, and I returned with the old flowers.

Yue Liuyun remained silent.

This is a poem written by a monk named Jiaoran in the Tang Dynasty, which he presented to Li Jilan, a famous female poet in the Tang poetry world.

The talented woman Li Jilan was extremely beautiful and attracted many talented lovers who came to her. However, she fell in love with a monk, and that monk was Jiaoran.

"A piece of paper like lingering snow, bound into a pair of carp. If you want to know what's in your heart, read what's in your belly."

But the falling flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is ruthless.

The Buddhist precepts are very strict, and he cannot help but consider that he is in the Buddhist sect. Jiaoran only has the Tao and Buddhism in his heart.

The Zen mind is like a piece of mud, and will not fly away with the east wind.

Yue Liuyun hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and told the story.

This time, Nangong Mingzhu relayed Yue Liuyun's words to her word for word.

After listening to it, Nangong Wanqing smiled helplessly and sighed, "What a good story..."

"...I've never considered what I would do if I didn't have a cultured person like Xiao Liuyun by my side and I didn't understand." She said half-jokingly.

Yue Liuyun was just about to say a few words of comfort when he saw Nangong Wanqing turn around and leave.

Before leaving, she did not forget to look up, waved towards the roof, and said: "Xiao Liuyun, thank you, goodbye."

Yue Liuyun looked at her departing back with a complicated expression.

Does she really... not know what this poem means?

Or do you just want to hear a definite answer in person so that you can give up?

If it were in the past, Jingtan was a monk with only Buddhism and the Great Dao in his heart, there would be no chance for the two of them. Now, Jingtan has become a ruler, and his heart is filled with the countless lives of this world, so there is even less chance for the two of them.

Does Nangong Wanqing really not know this?

...It is precisely because I know that I feel pain.

Yue Liuyun sighed deeply as his thoughts raced back to him. He then turned his gaze towards Nangong Mingzhu again and asked softly, "Just now...what were you two discussing?"

Judging from their expressions, it doesn't seem to be a trivial matter.