Chapter 482

East Court.

Listening to the mournful flute, Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flashed with heartache and self-blame.

He hurt her after all …

North Park.

“Who is this playing the flute?”

Suddenly there came the sound of a flute, and Gin Spun stopped moving and listened carefully.

Painted Mian bristled, “Who else is there, in addition to our princess, there is only that ghost princess in this royal residence?”

Speaking of Liang Sheng, a flash of jealousy flashed in Mian Mian’s eyes.

“What a sad tune, it makes you want to cry when you hear it.”

Gin Spun said raising his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes.

Glancing at the sad-looking Qin Spun, Painted Mian coldly hummed, “You’re the one with a lot of thoughts.”

Listening to the sultry flute sound, Feng Si Luan’s brows lightly knit with a puzzled face, “Come on, go and check for this palace how exactly is the relationship between these two people?”

“Yes, slave girl will go now.”

Painted Mian sniffed and immediately dropped her broom and ran out.

It was easier for her to ask for information and stuff than to clean the house.

Only when Painted Mian ran out did Qin Spun come back to her senses, frowning with some chagrin.

This painting Mian is the most good at sneaking around, this is good, so much work, she alone is going to do when to go.

Backcountry.

The sound of the flute gradually ceased, Liangsheng closed his eyes, seemingly asleep.

A transparent figure floated out from the Ice Specter Jade Flute, looking at the tearstains in the corner of Liangsheng’s eyes, Blood Yan’s eyes flashed with a touch of heartache, letting out a light sigh, he carefully picked up Liangsheng and flew towards the bottom of the mountain.

“Where’s the princess?” In the distance, Bing Lan stood up with a whoosh when she saw the empty trunk.

Looking at the startled Bing Lan, Ying Er also stood up nervously, “Not there …”

The voice crunched to a halt, and Ying Er’s face turned pale.

“Wasn’t it there just now? How come it’s gone in this moment?” Ying’er was so anxious that she almost cried out.

“What are you waiting for? Don’t go looking yet.”

Bing Lan said, and ran down the mountain in a hurry. Ying’er also hurriedly followed.

The two stumbled all the way down from the back of the mountain, Ying’er wanted to go to Jiang Yi, but was stopped by Bing Lan.

“First go back to the Southern Court and see if the Princess is there, if not then it’s not too late to find Butler Jiang and the Prince.”

“Uh-huh.”

Ying’er nodded her head, and the two of them hurried to the South Garden, hurriedly entered the house, and saw Liangsheng lying nicely on the bed, finally greatly relieved.

“Great, so the princess is back in the house.”

Looking at Liangsheng who was asleep on the bed, Ying’er cried with joy.

Binglan glanced at Ying’er angrily and lowered her voice, “Keep your voice down, don’t disturb the princess.”

Bing Lan said and went to the bedside again, tucking Liang Sheng in before pulling Ying’er out.

“Sister Binglan, when do you think the Princess returned to the residence, how come we didn’t even see it?”

Inge raised his head in a puzzled manner.

Looking at Ying’er’s confused little look, Bing Lan hooked her lips and reached out to rub the top of her hair.

“Wangfei’s cultivation is profound, which can be compared to us, it’s not surprising that we didn’t see it.”

Blood Yan, who was floating on the promenade, listened to Bing Lan and Ying’er’s conversation, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

Rather, they were two interesting girls, and the rarest of them all had no bad intentions.

As his eyes swept across the North Garden, the corner of Blood Yan’s lips hooked up into an evil smile.

North Park.

“Princess.” Painted Mian returned with hurried steps.

Seeing Painted Mian come back, Feng Siluan immediately said anxiously, “How, can we find out what?”

Painted Mian shook her head and sighed, “This Ghost King’s Mansion, besides Butler Jiang, there is only one mute cook, not to mention answering questions, she can’t even understand what the slave girl is asking.”

Speaking of that Su cook, she had a belly full of anger, she was there for half a day, she froze and did not respond to anything, in the end she only figured out that the cook was a mute, for nothing she had so much to say.

Feng Si Luan frowned, and her face, which was originally expectant, immediately darkened.

Painted Mian saw the situation and said, “Although the slave girl did not inquire about their relationship, but know one thing, the princess will be happy to hear.”

Feng Si Luan raised her eyebrows, “Tell me about it.”

Painting Mian’s eyebrows with a smile, came to Feng Si Luan’s ear and whispered, “Just now, the slave girl purposely went to the South Garden and found that His Highness and the Princess don’t live together.”

Feng Si Luan’s eyes instantly lit up, and a flash of excitement danced under his eyes.

If she doesn’t live together, her chances will be greater, but it’s a pity that she can’t enter the East Garden, otherwise she can take that Yan Mor Calamity down tonight.

Just as Feng Si Luan was secretly happy, a sudden gust of cloudy wind blew out the lamps and candles in the room.

“Ah …”

Painted Mian immediately cried out in fear.

Feng Si Luan originally was not much afraid, by painting Mian so called, the soul almost flew, patted his chest, and immediately snapped, “What to call, but the wind blew out the candle, but not quickly re-light up.”

“Yes …”

Painted Mian swallowed his saliva, trembling hand felt out the fire folders from his bosom, blowing gently, about to go forward to light the fire.

Yet again, the wind was so gloomy that Painted Mian’s hands were shaking like sifting chaff, when suddenly a black shadow crossed her eyes.

“Ah …”

Another scream rang out, once again scaring Feng Si Luan and Qin Fan to death.

Painted Mian where still care about lighting the lamp, the hand of the fire folders also long ago do not know where to fly, only trembling body, keep reading, “Ghosts … have ghosts …”

“Pa …” A loud slap sounded abruptly.

Feng Si Luan glared angrily at Painted Mian, “What ghost or not, if you scare people again, this palace will cut out your tongue.”

Painted Mian was so scared that she immediately knelt down, grasping the hem of Feng Si Luan’s skirt, and said in horror, “Princess, there really are ghosts, the slave girl just saw … it.”

“How dare you talk nonsense …”

“Pa …” Before Feng Si Luan finished her words, she received a hard slap on her face.

In an instant, two balls of anger sprang up in Feng Si Luan’s eyes.

“Against you, how dare you fight back, see if this palace won’t beat you to death today.”

Feng Si Luan said and lifted her sleeves, fiercely greeting up towards Painted Mian’s body.

“Princess wronged ah, slave girl did not fight back, really did not …”

Listening to Painted Mian’s wailing, Qin Spun’s eyes flickered lightly.

This painting Mian although usually bold, but also do not dare to hit the princess’s hands, there must be some kind of misunderstanding in the middle.

Thinking of the ghosts in the mouth of the painting Mian has been yelling, the body of the qin spinning could not help but tremble lightly, immediately went forward, wanting to persuade, but then heard a “bang” sound.

Feng Si Luan went straight forward and hit the corner of the table in front of her, in a position that looked like she had been kicked hard by someone.

“Well, you two, that really, really backfired.”

The sharp pain on her forehead made Feng Si Luan want to kill someone, and she swung the round stool towards Qin Spun.

Having been hit on the body, Qin Fen didn’t care about the pain and immediately kneeled down and cried out.

“Princess, slave girl just did nothing, please princess must believe slave girl …”

Feng Si Luan snorted coldly, “Who is it if not you? Is there really a ghost?”

Feng Si Luan said as she raised her foot and kicked at Qin Spun.

Floating in mid-air, Blood Flame, looking at the three people who were fighting into a ball, secretly snickered and viciously greeted Feng Siluan a few more times.

“Ah …”

“Princess spare your life …”

Listening to the screams and pleas for mercy that rose and fell, Blood Yan drifted away in a good mood.

In the East Garden, Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes suddenly flickered.

Not expecting to be discovered as soon as he arrived, Bloodflame floated down from midair somewhat resentfully.

“It’s you?”

Seeing Blood Flame, Yan Mor Calamity was a bit surprised.

“You did get your memory back.”

Blood Yan sat somewhat lazily in front of Yan Mor Calamity.

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flashed lightly, and the corner of his lips hooked up a bitter smile, “What about you, why are you still the same?”

Upon hearing this, Blood Yan also smiled bitterly, “Why don’t you buy me a drink?”

“Wait.”

Yan Mor Calamity said and went out of the room, soon coming in with two more jars of wine.

Soon the two were drinking from your bowl and mine.

“I’m sorry for what happened back then.” Blood Yan’s drunken eyes looked at Yan Mor Calamity, the bottom of his eyes full of self-blame.

Back then, if it wasn’t because of him, Xiao Si Er wouldn’t have gotten into trouble, and he wouldn’t have died for saving Xiao Si Er.

Yan Mor Calamity hooked his lips, “I’m sorry for what, I’m not for you?”

Blood Flame smiled ambiguously as well.

“Are they, are they all right?”

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes were hanging down, and a touch of thought crossed the bottom of his eyes.

Blood Yan paused slightly, then raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Mor Calamity, “Other than Little Four, no one is bad.”

Abruptly, Yan Mor Calamity’s heart violently seized up, and the strong wine in his throat instantly became bitter.

Looking at the pale Yan Mor Calamity, Blood Yan’s eyes flickered lightly, “Why are you doing this to Xiao Si Er? You should know how she feels about you.”

At those words, the smile at the corner of Yan Mor Calamity’s lips became even more bitter.

He knew it, and that was why it was so painful. If it was just him unilaterally, it should not be so painful.

Looking at the bitter smile at the corner of Yan Mor Calamity’s lips, Blood Yan immediately widened his eyes. “You don’t still like Shi Maiden, do you?”

Yan Mor Calamity instantly blackened his face and glared angrily at Blood Flame.

“Cough …” Knowing that he had guessed wrong, Bloodflame averted his eyes somewhat sheepishly, “Then why are you doing this to her?”

Yan Mor Calamity sighed lightly, “You don’t understand.”

“I won’t understand if you say it.” Bloodflame raised his eyebrows in an unforgiving manner.

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flickered lightly, and after a long time, he stammered, “I, I was once married to Shi’er in the underworld.”

Although he no longer liked Shi’er now, the matter of the Underworld Marriage was a fact, and he couldn’t help but care about it.

Upon hearing this, Blood Yan instantly had a black line, “What did I think it was? So it’s this, how does that underworld marriage count.”

“To the people of the ghost world the underworld marriage counts.” Yan Mor Calamity frowned.

Blood Yan directly rolled his eyes, “Even if it counts, so what? That is how long ago, not to say that the Shi Shi girl reincarnated, that is, you are also reborn, you have long been not Hei Yan, you are now Yan Mor Calamity, to love who can not love? You can’t think of it yourself.”

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flickered lightly as he listened into Blood Flame’s words, but didn’t say anything out loud.

Bloodflame didn’t say any more, there were some things that were useless to talk about and needed to be comprehended by himself.

After that, neither of them ever spoke, they both drank in a stifled manner, and soon both of them were drunk.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yi stumbled into the East Garden.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty …”

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Mor Calamity raised his eyes in confusion and shook his confused head vigorously.

“Come in.” A low voice, dark with a hangover.

Jiang Yi immediately pushed the door in and said urgently, “Your Highness something bad has happened, the princess has disappeared.”