"That's the lady." Gui Yi replied calmly.

The King of Northern Yan twisted his eyebrows together, his expression was awkward. After looking at the figure of the woman for a long time, he asked again: "Master's wife?"

Gui Yi nodded with a shameless face, secretly redeeming Jun Han for his sins: The marshal forgives his sins, and his subordinates are really forced to...

Why have you never heard of a marshal having married a wife?

"My wife is in poor health, so she has always lived in Dongyu City and rarely enters Beijing." Gui Yi said this quite well.

And he immediately cleverly found a way to dispel the old wolf's doubts.

"When the marshal was seriously injured, he told us not to let the wife know, but..." Gui Yi forced himself to tear out two tears, and then said, "My wife also rushed into Beijing after receiving the obituary, but she didn't see the marshal for the last time and refused to go back, so she had to stay here..."

It is really hard for the King of Northern Yan to imagine that the wild wolf, which is like a thousand-year-old iceberg, would have someone who is even worried about being injured?

This is a very big doubt.

King Beiyan looked at the window and thought for a while, but unfortunately, Gui Yi wrote out his brewing words, "I'll visit the marshal's wife." So Gui Yi naturally said, "Mrs. I was ill as early as early winter. When I entered Beijing, my body was really unbearable to bear the wind and snow in Lizhou." He turned a pitiful and aggrieved tone: "I advised her for a long time before she stayed in the house and didn't come out to get the wind..."

Lianyin clearly heard their conversation in the room, and couldn't help but admire the boy's natural acting skills.

Gui Yi finally portrayed a poor boy who had lost the "most precious master in the world" with his amazing acting skills. The future was unpredictable, and his loneliness and true feelings really made the iron-struggled King of Northern Yan feel a little compassion, which gave up the idea of ​​entering the house to visit his wife.

Even if you still have any doubts about this matter, you don’t have to investigate a weak woman in this desolate snowy sky. At worst, you can just look back and ask for another question.

The King of Northern Yan breathed a sigh of relief, sighed shallowly, looked at the young man again, and said in a slightly gentle tone: "I'll pay a cup to Marshal."

The ghost prepared the fragrant wine smoothly. The King of Northern Yan twisted three incense sticks and bowed three times to the tombstone of the "marshal" and put in a fragrant smell. He toasted another glass of wine, sprinkled it in front of the tomb, gave a simple tribute, and bowed and said goodbye.

Gui Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but the prince took another step and was so scared that Gui Yi hurriedly looked sad again.

"Child, what's your name?"

"..." Gui Yi made a gesture to wipe his tears, and temporarily pinched a pseudonym, "Xiao Yi."

After hearing this, the King of Northern Yan nodded and sighed: "When the Marshal's mourning period is over, I will come back to the capital to find me. Then I will settle you and the Marshal's wife."

Gui Yi was stunned for a moment, and covered his strange color without moving, sobbing, and said with a little gratitude: "Thank you, Prince."

The King of Northern Yan responded to the child's smile and then walked down the mountain.

Back in the city, the King of Northern Yan was still suspicious of the "Madam Marshal" he had never heard of before, so he pondered all the way, and soon thought of a way to resolve the doubts.

Jun Han is a guy with mysteries all over his body. The only one who knows him best in the capital is probably the prime minister who fought with him all day long and secretly in the past.

Although it is a bit abrupt, it is still necessary to confirm it.

The King of Northern Yan has always been decisive in his actions, so the carriage immediately turned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this moment, the Prime Minister brewed early spring tea in his own warm room that had been stored for a long time. He rarely ignored state affairs and then savored the tea and rested leisurely.

However, he did not expect that the King of Northern Yan suddenly came.

The news shocked the Prime Minister's hand trembled and almost choked with a mouthful of tea.

Finally, his unpromising son didn't come to have a meal, so why did he attract this master again?

The Prime Minister complained about "unluckyness", but he still had to dress and wear to welcome the guests.

After the two masters politely respected each other, sat down, and the King of Northern Yan opened the right path and said, "Can the Marshal have a wife?"

ha?

The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, "Why did Your Highness suddenly remember to ask this?"

"Today I met a woman who claimed to be the Marshal's wife, but I felt that this woman was vulgar and looked like a woman, but she was not in line with the Marshal."

"Why did that woman claim to be the Marshal's Lady?"

"I brought a young man and probably wanted to cling to the marshal. After all, the marshal has no son. If he could be named the orphan of the 'marshal', even if he could not inherit the title, he could still gain some wealth."

After hearing this, the Prime Minister jumped for a while with his right eyelid twitching, picked up the teacup and took a sip, thinking to himself - is he the kind of person who can show mercy?

The King of Northern Yan also took a sip of tea calmly, "I have been in northern Xinjiang all year round. Although I have had contact with the marshal, I have never heard of him having any wife."

The Prime Minister put down the teacup, "The marshal is arrogant, how could he show mercy as a despicable woman as the prince described?"

"oh?"

"I just heard that there is indeed a wife in Canghai Pavilion in Dongyu City."

"Is it the Marshal's Lady?"

The Prime Minister calmly explained his sleeves, "The Marshal will take the children back to the Dongyu Canghai Pavilion at the end of the year. I once heard the dog son mention that it was an agreement with his wife."

"Where did Mr. Ling hear it?"

Hearing this question, the Prime Minister's eyes were slightly sunk, as if he had touched something sad. He was silent for a moment, and finally he sighed and told him: "Of course, Chen Zhuan told him."

After hearing this, the King of Northern Yan had no flaws when he contacted each other.

"In this way, the Marshal does have a wife—can you tell me what the Marshal's wife looks like?"

"It's just that when I heard Chen Zhuan tell him, the lady was so beautiful that she was in a bad state, but she was in a little bad health."

Dongyu's climate is warm, not like Lizhou's summer and cold winter, but it is indeed more suitable for people with weak bodies to live in.

This time, the doubts of the Northern Yan King were completely dispelled.

He is beautiful and has poor health, no wonder the wolf wants to "hide a beautiful woman in the golden house".

The King of Northern Yan said goodbye with satisfaction, and the Prime Minister returned to his warm pavilion, warmed up tea, and then took a leisurely retirement.

Just now, the King of Northern Yan clearly came to find out that he was talking nonsense, saying that he was a "vulgar woman who wanted to take advantage of the marshal."

But the Prime Minister was too lazy to figure out what he meant to ask about family matters - anyway, the Marshal's funeral was held, so what's the point of making up the troubles on him now?

I think it's also a pity.

———

Gui Yi came back to the room again, picked up a piece of bad white cloth, and retracted the spiritual net that Lian Yin protected in his palm.

"You can monitor the spiritual power of this radius of hundreds of miles."

"Yeah." Gui Yi nodded, "This was taught by Ying Luo before."

"You always think of him?"

"It's just because he's appeared." Gui Yi glanced at her, "That, I just said you are the Marshal's wife, don't be angry."

"It's okay..." Her eyes slightly shone, and she was a little confused.

Gui Yi saw her state of mind at just one glance, and she was bored at the moment, so she just nagged: "What do you think is the obsession of mortals?"

Lianyin came to see him in a blink of an eye and smiled Qianrou, "To you, what others can become obsessed with is nothing, right?"

"Yes, no matter what kind of feelings you can give up, there is no weight in this world that is not based on life."

Lian Yin frowned slightly.

“In other words, only those who are alive are valuable.”

Gui Yi has seen too many souls and has become indifferent to these so-called "obsessions".

Gui Yi didn't know why he said so much to this unfamiliar woman. The reason is probably because this woman is indeed a little similar to Ying Luo.

After all, I have been with Ying Luo for a long time, so it is normal to miss him occasionally, and this does not hurt his rationality.

A wooden swallow that was smaller than a purple-headed swallow came out of the window. This thing was very stupid. If the window was closed, it would not detour, and just kept hitting it with its head on.

Lianyin got up and pushed open the window. Mu Yan just stepped back and exerted force, and rushed into Lianyin's arms.

Lianyin closed the window and pulled out a note from Mu Yan's mouth box.

The flying cursive script was obviously written by Baili Yun, with simple strokes. Lianyin really couldn't recognize his handwriting, so she could only hand it to Gui Yi to take a look.

"He said that the marshal has arrived in the suburbs of Beijing, and everything is ready. Just keep an eye on the final movement. If you dare to make a mistake, you will beat me to see the King of Hell." Gui Yi calmly thought out the last threat of the head master, and then burned the note, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind and pinched the trick, and drew a trace of spirit to lure Gui Wu's eyes.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"I am connected to Gui Wulingyun. He is agile. I can use his eyes to observe movements elsewhere."

——

Gui Wu was listening to the instructions at Jun Han, and Gui Yi suddenly became a ghost.

Finally, when he saw the Marshal whom he had longed for a long time, Gui Wu couldn't hide his excitement. His eyes were shiny and his twelve-pointed eyes were fixed on the Marshal. Gui Yi borrowed it at a glance, and he saw the Marshal clearly, but frowned at first glance.

"The Marshal is not in good condition."

"What?"

"It took too much spiritual power and was too tired."

In this state, I rushed back to the capital to deal with the chaos.

So Gui Yi hurriedly used the soul guide to remind Gui Wudao: "The marshal is in a bad state, don't be fooled there, be more careful."

Gui Wu was just looking at the Marshal's face a little pale, but he didn't expect Gui Yi to notice that he was in a bad condition from such a distance, so he looked a little bit and said, "Marantor is not in good condition?"

Jun Han raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Is Gui Yi on his body?"

Gui Wu's forehead drooped with sweat, "Well..."

Jun Han smiled, "Don't care about the small problem." After that, he stood up and stood in front of the window, with his back facing Gui Wu, and quietly avoided the "perverted eyesight of Gui Yi's upper body" on this guy.

The white hair in the house contrasts with the snow outside the window, making it hard to tell the difference between cleanliness and elegance.

"Where did Bailiyun bury me?"

Gui Wu almost failed to stand firmly and fell down.

The marshal is really broad-minded...

"At this, on Jiuding Mountain, near the ritual ground."

"He really knows how to choose a place. Do he plan to sacrifice me as a sacrifice?" He joked lightly and smiled again, "No wonder he only dares to let you come to see me--and then bury him when I go back."
Chapter completed!