The Minister came to discuss briefly with Lord Shangshu for a while before returning to the Ministry of Justice.

Originally, Situ Cheng planned to go, but was stopped by the Prime Minister quietly.

"Dad, what do you think?"

"No insight."

“…”

"You can't control this matter." The Prime Minister was determined and picked up the tea cup, turned the tea leaves in the cup, thought for a while, and asked again: "How much do you know about the Ghost Palace?"

“Hazed.”

"..." The Prime Minister glanced at his unrighteous son, "This hall was originally called 'Wutong Palace', and it is said to be Zifu's death place."

"Wow..." Situ Cheng "ahem" said in a daze and insincerely.

"This hall was built by Emperor Taizu. In order to mourn Zifu, when the hall was built, a coffin made of sycamore wood was buried in the center's "array eye"."

Situ Cheng became interested, "Why?"

"I don't know this, I know it from your grandmother."

Situ Cheng's grandmother, the prime minister's mother, was the late emperor's aunt, Princess Chuyang.

The Prime Minister took a sip of tea and said lightly: "This kind of gods and ghosts has exceeded the scope of the Ministry of Justice. With your ability, it is good to be able to arrest people. What kind of monsters, gods and demons, ghosts and monsters, just burn high incense if you don't encounter them."

This sentence cast Situ Cheng back to the bottom.

So Lord Shangshu, who had been sitting a little straight, was like a frost-like flower, huddled in the chair and scattered his energy.

"Dad, I originally wanted Chen to chase the West to establish the yamen that can capture ghosts and collect demons. Who would have thought that this was so evil?"

"You don't believe it when you say you are young," the Prime Minister ruthlessly said that his uneasy son was like, putting his teacup, putting his hands into his sleeves, and leisurely said: "There are never more than one way to solve the problem, and your mind will be turned away."

Situ Cheng was silent.

The Prime Minister sighed a little and said, "But Chen Zhui's child who was originally a marshal, he really can't avoid some things - in short, it depends on God's will."

Prime Ministers who have always been in charge of the overall situation rarely say things like "just to God's will".

Situ Jing sighed and stood up.

"Dad, what do you think you should do in this case?"

The Prime Minister gave him a cold look, and at one glance he said the meaning of "a child is not taught."

"You know that this is not done by yourself."

"Um……"

"A thief happened to enter the palace to steal, and there was something going on in Wutong Palace. Are you thinking that the gods are worshipping there?"

Gods may not be so efficient.

"Do you think it's common sense to do this?"

Situ Cheng shook his head.

"There are probably some people who want to make trouble in the name of gods and ghosts. Be careful and don't fall into it. The rest depends on the will of God."

The Prime Minister was really exhausted this time and wanted to give up.

Yes, there has been enough chaos in the capital in the past few months.

Besides, the little thief has turned into a pile of rotten bones, which can be considered a "slaughter".

——

Letter from Canghai Pavilion today.

It was not Shu Ling's letter of help, but the handwritten handwritten by the Marshal!

Even Baili Yun, a heartless guy, would be happy that his owner would come home - this is no different from an ordinary dog.

Although he still wanted to speak out with a ruthless and evil sentence: "Oh, Is there still life to come back?"

"Marcedes-Master is back?" Gui Wu looked like a dog who had only shook his tail today, and asked the same sentence when Baili Yun read the letter in seven or eight ways.

Baili Yun ignored him without moving. After reading the Marshal's letter of cherishing words, it seemed that one more note would cost him the old man's life. He burned it.

Gui Wuguiyi and the other two looked at their marshal's letters in the hands of Baili Yun, and they felt a bit of angina pectoris.

Baili Yun glanced at them coldly and said leisurely: "It's nothing big, I can still have half my life left when I return to Canghai Pavilion. It's tenacious enough. Even his old birthday star is despised as long as he has a long life, and it won't be a problem if he loses more than a few decades."

“…………”

——

Jun Han finally dragged a handful of bones to his cold house, and before he could take a breath, he coughed a few times.

I can guess which bitch Yao was harming him in the imperial capital.

The letters that the marshal had never read before were usually a habit of keeping a bottom line.

Although the Marshal escaped with fear this time under the banner of "assassination is about to die", the pavilion still maintained this habit in an orderly manner - unless one day the Lord General Head or Shu Er really carried the Marshal's coffin back, they might consider burning all the bottom-up letters to the underworld after reading them. For the Marshal to take a look before reincarnation.

So as soon as Jun Han came back, he saw the two letters that were enough to let him know the general situation of the capital and his son in time.

The boy was indeed missing.

Jun Han was so tired that he was not as good as a mule. Now he was lying on the couch and really felt that everything was wrong.

Fortunately, the eyes can still be used and the brain can still be turned.

He destroyed the letters he had read in his palm, and then quietly watched the couch and thought out loud.

Isn’t Chen Zhuan the Child going to be a tragedy now, right?

It would be a pity if this is true...

When he thought about it with compassion, he immediately added a "sad" reason - the ghost star soul in his body had not been drawn out yet.

Baili Yun was a reliable guy at most, and when he received a letter from Jun Han to report his safety, he immediately wrote back a letter himself.

The teleportation array of Canghai Pavilion was mentioned to the highest efficiency by Baili Yun, and it took only half a day to send a message from Lizhou to Dongyu.

So in the evening, Jun Han received a letter from Baili Yun that was hard to find in the ages.

It was probably reported that the chaos in the capital had been rising and rising since the Marshal's "spent" and that there were many gloating and the interest in watching the show.

Although I have carefully considered the words, I still have Baili Yun’s personal characteristics.

Jun Han did not rush to burn this letter. After reading it, he put it on his chest, staring back to the top of the bed and tent, half resting and half thinking.

The Marshal has never been a person who likes to make a big fuss. Although he has been missing for so many days before he finally returns, he has not caused much ripples in Canghai Pavilion.

Everyone will feel relieved when they know it, and at the same time, they will do whatever they should do, and they will be both right.

Since Jun Han left Canghai Pavilion this year, Lianyin has never left her house and has been worrying for several months.

Jun Han came back silently. Lianyin didn't see others, but felt his unique cold breath.

The late winter evening is like late at night.

Lianyin stood on the terrace on the shelf and stared at Jun Han's house without moving or lighting.

After hesitating for a while, she finally decided to go and see Jun Han's situation.

His yard has always been filled with cold breath, which has brought the winter spirit and made people breathless.

Lianyin walked gently to Junhan's door, raised her hand, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't suppress the anxiety in her heart, and knocked her gently three times.

"Come in."

When Lianyin heard Jun Han's response, she felt relieved. She exhaled the depressions related to him indifferently and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Since you're here, come in and accompany me for a while."

Lianyin stopped in one step, and her heart was panicked in a slight sense, as if someone had touched her heartstrings for no reason, and she was a little panicked.

Jun Han said just this, Lianyin paused outside the door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open and came in.

“Why don’t you light the lights?”

Jun Han didn't answer, as if he was so tired that he didn't want to say a word.

Lianyin silently lit a lamp, the light was slightly dimmed, but it was soft and comfortable.

Jun Han did not object to this either.

"You are really assassinated?"

Jun Han sat up without hiding the tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes. He was rarely in a very relaxed state.

This wolf never pretends to be in front of Lianyin. Sometimes it is very docile, but most of the time it is still quite crazy.

However, over the years, it has been really smooth and smooth.

"You'll know if you come and see it." Jun Han smiled Qianrou, stretched out a hand at her, and waited patiently for her to come.

He knew that this woman could not turn a blind eye to him, so he was naturally fearless.

Sure enough, I am very confident in my charm.
To be continued...