He had read too many novels in his previous life, and he almost instantly made up a bloody plot. This beauty of the king may be the deposed prince's good friend. Because the prince was killed, in order to avenge his good friend, he sneaked into the palace and revenge the King of Southern Zhou, but he ended up having an inappropriate love affair with the King of Southern Zhou...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. He shouted a few times downstairs and shouted all the people below.

"His Royal Highness Ji Guang, who is this woman? Look at whether she is the same person when compared with that beauty Wang."

Ji Guang's answer denied Zhang Luochen's conjecture.

"I have never seen this woman, and she is not Wang Meiren. Although she is beautiful, she looks very different from Wang Meiren. Moreover, this painting should have been painted by my elder brother before the accident. Wang Meiren is said to be less than 20 years old and was just a child seven or eight years ago. How could it appear on this painting?

But I have vaguely heard some rumors about my elder brother in the past. It is said that my elder brother is romantic and unruly and has met many women in the world. Perhaps one of them is one of them."

Zhang Luochen was a little disappointed when he heard this. Sure enough, reality is not a novel after all, and there are not so many coincidences.

The third prince couldn't help but look at the beauty in the painting a few more times until a subordinate went upstairs and whispered a few times in his ear.

Then he said, "Master Immortal, the downstairs have been cleaned up. But as it is getting dark, there is no time to clean up the third floor and the attic above. Should I continue another day?"

Zhang Luochen didn't care either. There were dozens of rooms on the two floors below, so it was enough to live there.

"No need to worry, that's all. We're just a few people anyway. I'll stay here tonight - where is the Yellow Turban Strongman!"

"Gong Feng is here." A flash of light, and the figure of the Yellow Turban Strongman appeared behind him.

"You have been patrolling for so long, but what have you found?"

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, no lonely ghosts were found."

Zhang Luochen nodded, "It seems that it's just spreading rumors."

The third prince didn't care about this. His purpose of temptation had been achieved. It was not important to have ghosts or not.

"That's even better. The Immortal Master will rest here. I will take people back now. I will find a way to arrange for the Immortal Master to meet his father as soon as possible." After that, he took people downstairs.

Ji Guang did not take everyone away. For such a big house, there were always a few guardians, maids and servants who served tea and water, and cooked.

Zhang Luochen did not refuse. After staying in this world for a long time, he realized that if he wanted to live a comfortable life, it would be impossible for a few servants to be able to do it, because there were not as many convenient household appliances in ancient times. If no one was serving him, he had to boil the water by himself when drinking tea, which was very troublesome.

The four of them first chose a bedroom, settled their luggage, and then chatted and talked in the hall while drinking the best tea.

The main thing is to discuss how to enter the palace to help the Southern Zhou King exorcise evil spirits. If the Southern Zhou King did not get possessed by evil spirits, he was just a simple foolish monarch.

If you really get evil, how should you finish after helping the King of Southern Zhou to drive away evil?

Things like "clearing the king's side" come with countless risks.

As for how to exorcise evil spirits and deal with monsters, no one is worried. Zhang Luochen is full of confidence among the few people.

Qin Zi'ang was obviously a little worried about this matter. His father was an official in the court. If this matter was not done well, his family would have to take it with him.

Zhang Luochen repeatedly promised that he would never reach that point, which made him feel at ease.

The old Taoist was relatively calm, is it a person outside the country? His political sensitivity was not very high, but he was quite concerned about the position of the national teacher and kept giving Zhang Luochen some verbal hints.

Zhang Luochen could probably guess Hong Zhouzi's thoughts. If he became the national teacher, as the Taoist who walked with him, he could have the status of an deputy national teacher or a cardinal Taoist.

Zhang Luochen thought that if this old Taoist really had this idea, he might as well push him. Anyway, he would not be interested in this national teacher at all. In almost all film and television novels, the ones who are national teachers are usually villains, and he also has to go out to fight monsters and upgrade, but he is not in the mood to do this, so it is better to leave this benefit to his companions.

Yang Baichutun was relatively silent, but Zhang Luochen could feel that Yang Baichutun was also very excited about being able to participate in such a big thing, but he was not good at verbal expression.

The four of them chatted for a long time, and when their mood calmed down, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

Zhang Luochen chose the master room in his bedroom, which was the residence of the deposed prince back then. He lay on the gorgeous big bed, but Zhang Luochen was really unable to sleep, so he simply summoned the Yellow Turban Strongman and asked him to guard by his side, and then closed his eyes.

After sleeping until midnight, he was awakened by a strange sound.

He was sleeping in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a sound coming from the upper floor, thumping, very violent, mixed with a faint scream, which made him so frightened.

He shouted at the top of his throat, "Where is the Yellow Turban Strongman!"

The figure of the Yellow Turban Strongman immediately appeared, "What is the Immortal Master's order?" Seeing the guardian he valued, Zhang Luochen immediately calmed down.

"There is movement upstairs, let's follow me upstairs to check it out."

As he said that, he put on his clothes and got out of bed.

One person and one god went up to the third floor, but the sound of impact became louder and louder. After listening carefully, the sound came from the attic. Zhang Luochen climbed up the stairs nervously. As soon as he looked at him, he immediately saw a white figure squatting between a pile of used debris. It was the little white tiger, pressing a huge mouse under his claws, looking at him innocently.

Zhang Luochen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it was you little guy. Unexpectedly, this little white tiger really regarded himself as a cat. The job of catching rats is very conscientious. Looking at the rat, it was chubby and looked like a groundhog. He was pressed to the ground by the little white tiger, but he didn't dare to move.

Zhang Luochen thought to himself that this little white is quite capable of fighting, and he can take such a big rat.

He knew that cats had a hobby of playing with prey, so the movement was probably caused by these two guys. As for the screams, he was confused in the middle of the night, maybe he heard it wrong.

I couldn't help but sigh in secret, "You keep going." After that, I turned around and went downstairs.

The mouse suddenly started to scream as if asking for help. Xiaobai pressed his claws suddenly, and the mouse stopped calling. Zhang Luochen ignored it. He just turned around and went downstairs.

When I returned to the bedroom, I was about to lie down and go to bed. When Bangbang suddenly there was another knock on the door outside.

Zhang Luochen suddenly got up again, thinking that someone was looking for him in the middle of the night. He looked outside the door and saw a figure standing outside the door through the window paper on the edge of the door. He suddenly felt something was wrong. Yang Baichuan was over 1.8 meters tall, the old Taoist and Qin Zi'ang were also over 1.7 meters tall. The servants left by the third prince were all normal, but the figure was only 1.3 meters tall, looking like a child. What is this?

He suddenly tensed up and pulled out the Chunyang Sword with his hand.

He put a magic armor technique on himself, called the Yellow Turban Strongman next to him, pinched the magic trick, and suddenly opened the door, but saw a small short man standing outside the door, with a scattered face, a small fur hat on his head, two beards, and wearing a gray cloth robe. He was stalking his neck at this time, standing respectfully outside the door. When he saw Zhang Luochen appear, he immediately knelt down. He was originally short, and his kneeling was shrinking into a ball and lying pitifully there.
Chapter completed!