The forest was dark.
The two of them pressed their bodies together, kissing each other intently.
Qing Wu looked down at the hand pressed against her chest, her eyes narrowed, "Aren't you being too frivolous?"
Xiao Chenyan frowned and put down his hand, but the inquiring look in his eyes remained unchanged.
Qing Wu really didn't expect his intuition to be so sharp. She sighed and said, "Don't worry. This body is a puppet now."
"puppet?"
Qing Wu hummed and whispered, "It was woven with straw overnight, so it's very brittle and can't withstand your strength."
Xiao Chenyan's hand that was pinching her waist subconsciously relaxed, and his arm became a little stiff.
Qing Wu glanced at him with a smile, then her expression straightened. She said, "There is Xirang in Chuyun Temple. In Xirang, ghosts and gods become mortals. Just in case, the real me will stay outside and control the puppet body to go in with you. It will be more convenient."
Xiao Chenyan nodded, as if he understood, but his expression was still a little strange.
Perhaps it is the existence of 'Grass Woven Green Charm' that is somewhat refreshing.
It was almost dawn, so the two did not delay any longer. They returned to the Shanling Temple and told everyone to prepare for the funeral.
The paper ghosts were left on the mountain, and the old charlatan Mei and the little fox were also brought along.
In addition, there is the little fat ghost named Huzi.
The judge's pen turned in Qing Wu's hand and transformed into a golden hairpin, which captured the little fat ghost.
As for Mei... Qing Wu looked at Xiao Chenyan: "Does anyone under your command know how to disguise themselves?"
Hong Rui stepped forward and volunteered: "I know a little bit."
"That's easy. Just give this old charlatan a new look." Qing Wu stroked her chin and smiled mischievously, "Princess Xu is delicate and frail, and she needs a nanny to serve her."
Everyone looked at Qi Mei, whose wrinkled face tightened: "Old...Madame?"
Hong Rui suppressed her laughter and nodded to Yi Mei: "Madame Yi, please follow me."
A moment later, a burly old lady followed Hongrui out. She hugged her breasts as she walked. She looked so sexy that it was unbearable to look at.
Apart from the way she walks, you really can't tell from her appearance that she is a 岾眉.
"On the way, I'll teach Nanny Yi some manners. It's really... too vulgar." Qing Wu shook her head and dropped her jade hand in front of Xiao Chenyan's eyes: "Prince, let's get on the road too. Hey, why are you standing there? Support me."
Xiao Chenyan glanced at her and held this delicate flower.
"Mischievous."
He shook his head and scolded, earning smirks from those around him.
The carriage started moving again, the sky gradually brightened, and when the morning light was about to break through the ground line, Qing Wu stopped the carriage again.
She stood on the shaft of the cart, holding a bunch of red ropes in her hand. No one knew what she was going to do.
Qing Wu has been staring at the eastern sky. At the moment of dawn, the morning light shines on the world. She quickly forms seals with her hands, "Please lend me the sunshine of the Lord of the East, to protect the sun and all evils will retreat."
Next, a magical scene came into everyone’s sight.
The first ray of sunlight seemed to turn into silk threads, floating down from the eastern sky and entwining with the red threads held in the woman's right hand.
The woman faces the rising sun with the shadow on her back, between light and darkness. She is majestic and mysterious, fascinating.
Everyone was stunned.
Xiao Chenyan stared at her blankly, unable to take his eyes off her for a long time.
Mei Mei and Little Fox were even more shocked. The former's voice was trembling: "This, this is borrowing the power of the God of the East. The key is that the God of the East actually borrowed it..."
"Is the princess a sun worshipper? No, she is clearly..."
Mei couldn't figure it out, she really couldn't figure it out!
No matter how you look at Qing Wu, she looks like she came from the underworld. Ghosts in the underworld, even the ghost messengers and Hades, are afraid of the sun, let alone seeking help from the God of the East!
For a moment, Qing Wu's image became more and more mysterious in the minds of Mei and the little fox.
After Qing Wu borrowed the divine light Xi Yang, she asked Hong Rui to distribute these red ropes.
"Wear the red string around your wrist. If you think you are lucky, don't do it."
The black-armored guards shook their heads, what a joke!
This is obviously a life-saving treasure, anyone who is stupid would not want it!
Is that a red string? That's their life!
Qing Wu took the remaining red rope, sat back in the carriage, yawned and prepared to go to sleep, and casually put the red rope around her waist.
Xiao Chenyan looked normal, but he glanced at her waist from time to time, his thin lips tightly pursed.
At noon, the carriage arrived at the foot of Mt. Izumo.
Along the way, we met many people on the road, including common people with their children and horse-drawn carriages of wealthy merchants.
Izumo Temple is going to hold a Najib blessing ceremony for children, which has attracted many people.
When they saw the black-armored guards in armored helmets, many people moved away.
After the carriage stopped in front of the long stone steps of the temple, the mountain guard came over to inquire. Soon, a scholar in a blue shirt came out of the temple and walked quickly down the stone steps.
"I didn't know that His Royal Highness Prince Yan was coming. I failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
The car curtain was half lifted, revealing the man's cold and sharp jawline.
"I heard that the Izumo Temple has great blessings, and the prince and princess will stay in the temple for a while."
"Yes, it is an honor for our Izumo Temple. Please move to the temple, Your Majesty and Princess."
Xiao Chenyan got off the carriage first. He turned sideways and raised his hand. The girl's snow-white hand poked out from the curtain and fell on his big hand.
The hand seemed to be carved from jade, slender and soft, the skin was as white as cream, and the snow-white wrist was very tempting.
There were too many people passing by, and some of the common people brave enough to take a sneak peek, and they all gasped secretly, just because the hand was so beautiful. Many people were curious about how beautiful the princess's true face was.
The next moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the woman was holding a round fan with her face half covered. Her beautiful eyes were captivating and seemed to contain spring water. Just one glance at her was enough to make people hold their breath.
The blue-robed scholar took a glance and was almost stunned.
"Ouch——" A passerby was so absorbed in watching what was happening that he missed a step and fell on the stone steps. The scholar in blue was also startled and came back to his senses, hurriedly lowering his head.
Not only were the others stunned, even the black-armored guards were a little dazed.
No... is my princess really that picky?
Well... beautiful... indeed beautiful. As the saying goes, first impressions can never be washed away. This group of rough guys' impression of Qing Wu will always be about how she 'killed ghosts and set fires'.
Beauty is nothing in the face of cruelty!
The next moment, a light cough was heard.
All the black-armored guards were watching. Their princess, who was so ferocious that she could tear a mandrill to pieces with her bare hands, coughed with every step she took. After she got off the carriage, she leaned softly into the arms of her own prince like a delicate flower that would fall in the wind.
"Your Majesty, it's so windy here that it makes me dizzy..."
The black armor guards: "..."
Xiao Chenyan: "..."
The blue-robed scholar hurriedly said, "There is hot tea in the temple. Why don't you go in first to avoid the wind?"
"Thank you, Captain." Qing Wu opened her watery eyes and smiled at the scholar in blue.
The blue-clothed scholar felt hot and uncomfortable all over, and even said he didn't dare, while secretly glancing at Qing Wu.
Xiao Chenyan glanced at this person coldly, and the blue-clothed scholar dared not glance around and still pretended to be stern on his face.
"Your Highness, there are too many steps. My legs hurt."
A certain delicate flower started to act coquettishly again. Xiao Chenyan saw the cunning hidden in her eyes and was speechless. He simply picked her up and carried her towards the center of the pavilion.
Just after taking a few steps, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind.
Xiao Chenyan felt Qing Wu's hand tighten on his shoulder, and heard her panicked whisper: "Quick, put me down!"
Xiao Chenyan was slightly doubtful, turned sideways to look back, and his eyes narrowed.
Another carriage came over, and an elegant figure got off the carriage. The man had an extraordinary appearance and a jade crown on his head, like a banished immortal.
He is Xie Shu, Xie Ziyuan.
Xiao Chenyan subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the delicate flower in his arms. The delicate flower's beautiful eyes flickered, and her gaze was fixed on another man. The corners of her lips were so raised that even a hundred-jin weight could not suppress it.
For a moment, Xiao Chenyan didn't want to pity this delicate flower, he just wanted to destroy her.
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