Eight fragments floated and formed a whole - a wave-shaped jade talisman with dark patterns all over the body.
Old Xu looked at him so hard that he asked again, "What's this?"
Jun Han thought for a while, "Why is the water-attributed talisman broken?"
Shu Ling slid to Lao Xu at a glance. Lao Xu smiled and said honestly: "This is not stuck in the ground. I didn't see it. I accidentally broke it..."
“…”
Jun Han gently took away the spiritual silk, and the jade talisman gently fell to the court. He had all the appearance, but the spiritual essence had almost dispersed.
“Where did you find it?”
"Finished in the ruins of the stone house."
Jun Han crossed his ten fingers and thought for a moment.
The image of the drought bar was not moving in the gate before. Perhaps it was because of the suppression of this object, but it accidentally dropped during the transportation.
Although this explanation is reasonable, the timing is a bit too coincidental, right?
It happened to be in Beijing Hai City, and it happened to be transferred to Jin Normal University...
Just after the messenger Zhuyue asked Dali for help.
"marshal?"
Jun Han came back to his senses, "Go, remember to catch the three people as soon as possible. You can go to Guanhaisi to transfer anything you need, and report it immediately if you catch someone."
"Yes." The two of them were together and retreated after taking their lives.
Jun Han habitually closed his eyes and pinched his temples.
Although I have become accustomed to the taste of headaches, I still feel bad.
Seeing this, Yi Chenzhe gently put his pen down, walked carefully behind Jun Han, knelt down, and reached out to hold his temple for him.
As soon as Yi Chen chased his fingers, Jun Han was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand and let him rush back.
In fact, Jun Han himself did not expect that he could raise such a gentle sheep. After all, in the past, any life that had been tuned by him had to be a little murderous intent, and people who were often reborn should not enter.
What's going on with this Chen Zhui? Wen was like a lamb. Bai taught him personally for so many years, but he had no murderous aura on him.
Jun Han smiled secretly in his heart - Is Qilin?
Yi Chen's hands are very clever and can help relieve headaches without making it uncomfortable to press the temple.
"When did you learn it?" Jun Han asked lightly.
"This is easy to master if you don't need to learn." Yi Chen replied with a smile.
Is it easy to master?
Jun Han doesn't think such moderate strength is easy to find.
However, he didn't expect that he would one day enjoy this kind of family happiness. Although it was not within his pursuit, he was also comfortable.
"Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"
Even if Jun Han didn't look back, he could imagine Yi Chen's smile that was so gentle and pure that he was incredibly beautiful, like a white deer fairy pond and clear lotus.
At this point, Jun Han could no longer see that he had the appearance of a "ghost star" host.
"No……"
Just his little bit of it can't be hidden from Jun Han, a wild wolf who is good at understanding people's hearts.
"Tell me why you want to go to the Western Regions."
Yi Chenzhu is probably a gentle boy born without desires and desires. He has no noisy heart, no material desires, and is dispensable with achievements. It seems that his greatest wish is to be a useful person by his adoptive father.
"Just want to relieve your worries for your adoptive father."
Jun Han chuckled softly, "Aren't you afraid of making trouble for me?"
"..." Yi Chen's smile froze on his face, and his expression was a little innocent.
Jun Han opened his eyes and said, "Is this idea given to you by that kid Situ Cheng?"
"Well, but it's my own intention."
"You don't even know what's going on in the court, where does it mean?" Jun Han sat upright, Yi Chen stopped his hand and sat next to him at Jun Han's instructions.
In fact, although Jun Han has never brought up a child, he also knows the idea of ​​this doll.
Over the years, he rarely mentioned the affairs of the court before Yi Chen chased him, nor had he ever asked him to participate in anything. This child is not a brainless captive pig, so he will inevitably feel bored. It is probably similar to "being talented but not being met", so he always wants to find an opportunity to show his strength.
In fact, seventeen years old is not considered a child, and the right things can be left to him to practice.
Yi Chenzhu was choked by the question his adoptive father just now and was so sad that he couldn't make a decent word to refute.
"But that kid was right. If you had to send someone to the Western Regions, you were indeed the most suitable one."
Yi Chen chased his eyes and the fireworks shone brightly, but Jun Han wiped him out in a blink of an eye, "But how can everything be perfect? ​​You can also find someone who can make do with it."
"Did your adoptive father really not consider me?" Yi Chen was about to cry without tears, and shook in front of Jun Han with a bitter look on his face.
Jun Han glanced at him, "Your Majesty is not yet determined, why are you anxious?"
"You can't wait for the imperial order to prepare for things that are imminent..."
Jun Han took his eyes back, "I'll talk about this in the future, live your life with peace of mind."
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Tonight, the prime minister's mansion is also full of brightness. The prime minister glanced at the sky in front of the window and sighed sadly.
Judging from the weather, this little bastard is afraid he can't get back.
Today, Situ Cheng howled and shouted, and he silly had a meal in the prime minister's mansion. He was not tactful after the meal. He followed the Prime Minister all the way and never stopped talking.
Just like a fly in his mind, the buzzing noise continued. The Prime Minister's hot temper had long been worn out, so he could only listen to him talk nonsense like accepting his fate.
"As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son. Dad, don't you see Chen chasing that child, Wen like a sheep, but he is really a man when he is provoking trouble. Just the three big men who talked to me yesterday, who are those people? They are ghost-hiding people who have been wandering around life and death for many years. As a result, when Chen chasing, he immediately looks like a sick cat. What do I say is..."
The Prime Minister couldn't stand him talking so much, so he hurriedly pinched his temple and waved his hand to signal him to shut up.
"I've seen that child a few years ago, so I need you to nag me here!"
Situ Cheng took advantage of the fact that he could shut up and quickly drank some water to moisten his throat - he had spitted for several hours, and his throat was indeed dry.
This Shangshu lay on his father's couch with no big or small image, with his arms behind his head, "That kid must be the best candidate to go to the Western Regions, and the Marshal must think so. I guess His Majesty's imperial edict is almost time to issue. Then, we father and son will recommend the young master of the Marshal's family together. How about it?"
The Prime Minister was too lazy to pay attention to his words, so he poked out his claws and pinned him hard on his waist.
"Oh..." Situ Cheng jumped up like a zombie, hurriedly covering the painful flesh on his waist and farther away from his father, "What are you doing if you pinch me?"
"When do I want to stay here? Don't you go back to your kennel!"
Situ Cheng finally got this point and wanted to pretend to be alone, but he didn't expect that his father would catch the clue halfway.
"Dad, look at the dark moon and winds, it's almost 30 minutes. My doghouse is three streets away from it. It's not easy to drive at night..."
The Prime Minister put his hands in his sleeves, so resentful that he didn't bother to look at him, "What's the point of being afraid of when you are rushing to the night in the city?"
Situ Cheng patted his father's arm with a slight pat on his father's arm, "Isn't it easy to hit ghosts if you walk too much at night? That's so unlucky."
The Prime Minister was like he was kicked by a mouse. He shrank his arms in disgust and said with a glare: "Just with your mouth, which ghost is not allowed to take a detour when you see it! Are you still afraid of hitting a ghost? If the ghost doesn't hit you, you will worship Gao Xiang!"
Seeing that it was useless to indirectly attack, Situ Cheng could only make his intentions yell: "Your Prime Minister's Mansion has been in the courtyard, and you can't squeeze your bed for a night!"
"Go..." The Prime Minister gave him a blank look and muttered on fire: "It would be reasonable to say that if you were your daughter-in-law, it would be reasonable to leave it for a night. After all, it is indeed uneasy for my daughter to travel at night..."
When Situ Cheng saw that his father was about to mention this, he didn't have to hurry up. He stood up in a hurry and bowed deeply: "Son will not bother you anymore, so go back to the doghouse now. You can rest early."
"..." Situ Jing watched his incompetent son slip out of the house and immediately slapped him to death.
"Bah! The bastard..." He cursed but couldn't vent his anger. Instead, he sighed immediately, making his heart stumped and stumped.
Situ Cheng slipped out of the prime minister's gate like a ghost, and just took a step, and a cool breeze that filled the alley made his whole body tremble.
With goosebumps all over, Situ Cheng quickly tightened his clothes a little, and crawled into his chaises with his head and brains. He pulled the curtains tightly, and still felt the cold wind thrust.
It was late autumn after all, the cold wind from the north had passed the Gaoling Grand Gorge, and the Central Plains should have the winter feeling.
Autumn is probably the most likely season to hit ghosts. After all, almost all the sinners who have accumulated over the government and the country have been offering sacrifices to the sky in this season when the yin energy is first guided. It’s so resentful...
Situ Cheng suddenly regretted the yellow accent he had just put on.
If this is accidentally made, you will be memorized...
The carriage with the plain curtain was shaking away with dust and gravel. The Prime Minister reluctantly approached the door with his hands behind his back, glanced at the cold carriage, snorted, turned back, waved his hand, and asked someone to close the door.
The car swayed and turned out of the three alleys, approaching the "doghouse" of Lord Shangshu. But Lord Shangshu suddenly became excited, and even patted Ding Yang on the shoulder and said, "Don't go back home first, let's go to Haishi for a walk."
The city of Lizhou is prosperous and does not close. However, by the third day, the ordinary market has already been dark, and only the Haishi is more lively than during the day.
Ding Yang did not immediately turn his whip, but turned his head and said to the curtain: "Sir, go back and rest early. If you don't have to rest tomorrow, you have to go to court."
Situ Cheng hurried in the car like a chicken. To be honest, even in this ghost weather, he would rather go home early to cover his quilt and go warm up.
But I always feel a subtle feeling in my heart, I can’t tell the difference, but I always want to go to Haishi to take a look.
"If you don't get off the bus, just take me around Haishi."
Ding Yang was a nagging man. After hearing the inexplicable and panicked request from his Shangshu, he couldn't stop and said inexplicably: "I don't have a lantern festival or something today, why are you going to do around that leisurely scene?"
Chapter completed!