The late emperor only wanted to lie down

The night is as dark as ink.

Under the moonlight, the outer wall of Wen's house was reflected in a pale silver light.

The government compound was surrounded by guards like a forest, with armor-plated armor everywhere.

In such an airtight defense, a figure appeared quietly like a ghost.

The small figure looked like a ghost rather than a human, with clothes fluttering in the wind, as if not stained by dust.

The people from Dali Temple did not move, and runes began to flash on the ground in front of the gate of Wen's house.

A curtain of light rises into the sky, rising from the ground.

Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes—it was a formation.

The figure seemed to pause for a moment, and the young man drew his sword.

The young man's sword was extremely strange. The unsheathed silver blade seemed to be surrounded by all kinds of strange ghosts, accompanied by strange wind sounds and light and shadows.

Ren Xuan only felt that the space around him seemed to be distorted and deformed, and everything became blurry.

The sounds of weapons suddenly arose all around him, like the howling wind in a thousand forests, drowning him.

He saw the sky filled with blood like clouds, killing like fire, and smoke billowing up, binding all the turmoil in this chaotic world.

Ren Xuan was overwhelmed by the chaos.

Finally, a blade as cold as frost came into his sight.

The knife was pressed against the neck of the Prime Minister of the dynasty, the blade was sharp and colder than snow.

The young man, who was not very skilled with swords, held the blade firmly in his hand, stained with loneliness.

The moon-white robe was blown up by the wind and dissolved into the ink-like night.

The wind whistled, passing over the numerous sword flashes at the banquet, and the young man just looked at him calmly.

"Let's go—Ren Xuan."

"Ren Xuan?!"

Ren Xuan was brought back to reality by the voice of the person beside him.

There were no beacons, no soldiers, only the sound of his own rapid and heavy breathing.

Looking around, all the armored guards around him had lost their minds.

Lu Shian glanced at him and said, "Are you in trouble? Be careful, it looks like a forbidden technique."

Perhaps because he is a formation master himself, Lu Shian seems to be the least affected.

The night was full of dreams. The red lacquer door of the Wen Mansion was half open, and someone came in.

It's so weird.

Lu Shian frowned: "The shadow-chasing array is ineffective. That's not a human."

In a moment, a dark shadow emerged from the crack of the door, carrying the unconscious Wen Congren on his shoulders.

Ren Xuan took a deep breath: "He came to find Wen Congren to save people, he won't hurt anyone, it's better to wait and see."

The black shadow leaped lightly, its figure like a ghost, and disappeared into the deep night in an instant.

The imperial city at night is no longer prosperous, but only has endless silence.

If Ren Xuan and the others had not been familiar with the topography of the capital, they would have almost lost them.

Following him all the way out of the imperial city, he arrived at a village on the outskirts of Beijing.

The old houses cast long shadows in the moonlight, and an inexplicable chill filled the air.

The boy disappeared.

The sound of suona could be heard from afar, mixed with the beat of drums and the laughter of the crowd.

Ren Xuan felt a chill down his spine: "In the middle of the night, there are still people picking up a wedding?"

From a distance, Ren Xuan had already seen the team entering the village from that intersection.

Red cloth, black paper, wedding curtains and white banners—a ghost marriage.

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The most terrifying thing in life is to wake up and find that you are not in bed.

Wen Congren encountered something even more terrifying. When he woke up, he found a coffin beside him.

Wen Congren has seen many storms.

Even so, it took a lot of effort for him to remain calm in the current situation.

In front of me was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a simple and clean robe with a few small flowers embroidered on it.

The boy had a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, and his face was delicate yet with a hint of fierceness. He was holding a small wooden horse in his hand, fiddling with it nonchalantly.

The young man looked up at Wen Congren and smiled innocently: "My brother is sick, can you help me?"

All of a sudden, this smile made people feel as if they were bathed in a cold wind.

Lu Shian from the Dali Temple had told him everything about the Ministry of Justice robbery, and Lu Shian even suggested that he leave home and hide for a few days.

But Wen Congren believed that if even the heavily guarded Wen Mansion was not safe, then other places would be even more dangerous.

After listening to people's advice and having a full meal, Wen Congren felt depressed. Don't ask, because if you ask, you will regret it.

People are at the mercy of others, and those who know the times are heroes. Wen Congren followed the young man to the bed.

At first glance, Wen Congren was stunned. The person lying on the couch was a rather young man.

Wen Congren has lived through two lifetimes. Whether in his past life or this one, he doesn't remember anyone like him among the top warriors.

Apart from Lu Xiyun, where else could there be such a young fourth-grade master?

While he was hesitating, he saw another person coming in with medicine. Master Wen's mind became even more confused in an instant.

At least it looked like His Royal Highness the Prince of Han was already quite familiar with this kid: "The medicine is ready, shall I feed it?"

"Xiao Feng, come here!" The young man took the medicine bowl like the wind, rushed to the bed and fed the medicine, doing it in a very methodical and professional manner.

Taking advantage of the boy's concentration, Qin Xuan called out to the other person in the room who was still in shock.

"Lord Wen?"

Wen Congren's mind hadn't fully reacted yet, and he blurted out subconsciously: "The late emperor?"

Qin Xuan: “…”

Wen Congren let out an "ah" and apologized quickly, "Your Highness."

Master Wen still couldn't figure out the connection: "The assassin is your man...?"

Qin Xuan pointed emotionlessly at the remaining tray in his right hand: "Do I look like his master?"

Wen Congren: "What about you...? Lord Lu and the others are going crazy, searching everywhere inside and outside the Imperial City for you."

Qin Xuan sighed softly and looked at the little ghost beside the couch: "It's not like I can leave just because I want to."

Qin Xuan leaned closer to Wen Congren and whispered, "I tricked this kid into going around the Imperial City's secret areas, and not only did he not complain, he actually brought someone back."

Wen Congren finally understood most of what was said and guessed Qin Xuan's next move: "So you're just going to make your fake play real and sell me to this brat too?"

"Ahem—not important—"

Qin Xuan waved his hand and glanced at the man on the couch, who was being fed medicine by the young man with his arms around his neck. "My dear, is there any hope for the assassin?"

Wen Congren pondered for a moment, then asked instead, "Why did Your Highness save him?"

Qin Xuan looked around and said, "We can't let that kid become an orphan."

Wen Congren was surprised: "Where are his parents?"

Qin Xuan's words were hard to describe: "Without his parents, that little brat is not a human being, and now he's been tricked by a bunch of Yanshi."

Wen Congren felt that the late emperor in front of him was strange.

How can someone like Qin Xuan have anything to do with 'caring for children'?

Given the intelligence level this child has shown so far, shouldn’t it be as easy for Qin Xuan to run away as drinking water?

Wen Congren looked suspiciously, "Why doesn't Your Highness return to the Imperial City?"

Qin Xuan was silent for a moment.

After a while, he sighed softly, his eyes looking extremely sad.

"My dear, you know me well. In my previous life, when I was the emperor, I just recited scriptures and practiced Taoism."

"In my previous life, I didn't even know how Lu Xiyun died, and the third brother was crazy and wanted to kill me."

"This little ghost is even more outrageous. I was kind enough to help him pray for his brother's soul to be reborn, but he took a knife and slashed my neck."

His Royal Highness the Prince of Han expressed "deep disgust".

"My dear minister, there are treacherous ministers in the court!!"

Qin Xuan raised his eyes, a look of enlightenment, saying, "My dear, let's stay away from that lunatic Qin Shu, so that he can have a peaceful end!"

Wen Congren: “…”

The late emperor was reborn and all he wanted was to lie down.

So he should switch to Qin Shu? !

Urgent——Waiting online.

But that's not right. According to Wen Congren's understanding of Qin Xuan, even if Qin Xuan wanted to live a carefree life, he would not choose such a situation so rashly.

Hanging out with the most wanted criminal of the imperial court, is this what someone who wants to live a "simple life" should do?

Is Qin Xuan playing him?!

Wen Congren wanted to ask more when he heard footsteps outside the house.

The young man rushed forward quickly: "Uncle Mo, I'm back with the doctor!"

Wen Congren looked in the direction the young man was going and saw four or five people in gray robes entering the room one after another.

Wen Congren noticed that the style of the cloak of the person in the lead was slightly different from that of the others, and the edge of that person's cloak was decorated with silver runes.

Mo Dong took off the silver cloak, leaned over, and whispered something to the boy.

The boy ran out of the house.

The boy looked to be at least fifteen or sixteen years old, and his words and actions were indeed like those of a child.

Just now, Qin Xuan said that this group of people were Yanshi. Seeing the abnormal appearance of the young man, Wen Congren couldn't help but think of a rumor that had been circulating in the spiritual realm for many years.

Although it was clearly a test, Wen Congren tested it with a firm tone: "You have created a human being."

Mo Dong was slightly surprised: "You know a lot."

Mo Dong: "It is the most perfect work in hundreds of years. It melts the energy of countless masters. It is born with the state of Yuanhua and is born with the seven forbidden techniques."

Mo Dong dusted off the stool, lifted his robe, and sat down. "Unfortunately, something unexpected happened. When I found him again, he had already treated me like a human being, and these rubbish like family."

He smiled playfully, his tone darkening, "We are his family."

Mo Dong glanced at the unconscious human on the bed. "The little ghost is crying out for his brother. I know you are a doctor. No matter what method you use, wake him up and don't affect tonight's 'auspicious time'."

The ordinary Yanshi nearby approached Mo Dong and said, "Master, we don't have any decent masters near the Imperial City. It's really dangerous to set up a battle formation so hastily."

Mo Dong's face was gloomy, his brows furrowed. "Do you think I'm willing to take this risk? Fang Cun has already killed three people this month. There were forty-nine candidates, but now there are less than ten left."

The ordinary Yanshi beside him was startled when he heard this, and immediately lowered his voice a few degrees, as if he was afraid that there were ears on the other side: "The commander is really getting confused. The other party actually has a favorable impression of him!"

Mo Dong sneered, "It's only been a few years since the last Fang guy caused this chaos. If Fang Cun gets to the top again, we'll all be finished!"

Mo Dong cursed inwardly, his teeth gnashing with disgust: "Everyone with the surname Fang is a fucking lunatic!"

He slammed the table, his expression extremely cold and gloomy: "Tonight, this formation must be completed."

Wen Congren was alert: "Set up a formation? What are you doing?"

Mo Dong laughed leisurely: "The kid has been with this bunch of rubbish for too long. The most urgent thing, of course, is to get him some Qi from a master."

Wen Congren couldn't help but frown: "I'm not some kind of expert."

"Don't be so stingy." Mo Dong laughed: "Master's Qi Yuan - don't you have it on you?"

Mo Dong grasped half of Wen Congren's wrist with one hand, his eyes full of meaning. "That day when we were rescuing people from the hunting grounds, you did something to Lu Xiyun, didn't you?"