Gu Shuya asked in surprise: "Why?"
The maid looked around and lowered her voice, "The day when the Ghost King appears is coming."
The ghost king appears?
Su Ruotang and others looked at each other.
Fu Beixian asked first, "Didn't you say this was a lie?"
Fifty years ago in the border town, people began to disappear inexplicably at night.
Later, it gradually evolved to the point where no one went out at night.
After Emperor Wu Shun ascended the throne, he came to inspect it personally and could not find the reason.
There was fear on the maid's face: "The noble man is from out of town. I don't know that every seventh day of the month is the day when the Ghost King appears."
"When the Ghost King appears in this world, one of his people will disappear inexplicably, regardless of whether he is male or female, old or young."
Mo Jinming and Mo Ronyan looked at each other with coldness in their eyes.
The capital is far away from the border town, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. If the officials here in the border town deliberately conceal it, the court will not notice it at all.
Mo Jinming lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness in his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Girl, do you know the identities of the missing people?"
The maid looked around nervously and lowered her voice, "These missing people have high and low status, and they may not even be ordinary people in this city."
"If someone from out of town happens to encounter the Ghost King in the world and is attracted by the Ghost King, he will also be taken away."
"My servant sees that you nobles have extraordinary status and cannot bear to have trouble with you, so I tell you this. If you are just passing by, please leave as soon as possible."
Speaking of this, the maid's eyes were pleading, "I hope you, sir, don't say it was me who said it."
After saying this, she put down the cake in her hand.
The moment she turned around, she lowered her eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, his eyes became calm.
He glanced sideways at Su Ruotang and left quickly.
Gu Shuya frowned: "The ghost king of the border town has appeared, and there are countless stories circulating."
"The most widely circulated news is that the abandoned Yizhuang outside the border city is the training ground of the Ghost King. Every month he finds living people and absorbs their yang energy for training."
"There have been many reports, and His Majesty also sent people to the Yizhuang, and nothing unusual was found."
"Gradually, the people no longer believe it."
Tan Zhixi's pretty face was tense: "But that girl said that people in the border town disappear every month."
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes, looked at the exquisite pastries on the table, and sneered, "Ghost King? Humans are more terrifying than ghosts."
People disappear every month, always on the seventh day of the lunar month.
If there are too many coincidences, it becomes artificial.
Mo Rongyan rubbed the little jade cat on his wrist with his cold white fingertips, his voice cold and without warmth, "Now that he's here, let's find out this 'Ghost King'."
In the past, they were all high-ranking temples and had no idea of the sufferings of the people.
This time I came to the border town incognito, so I didn't intend to reveal my identity.
It just so happens that we can take this opportunity to investigate the appearance of this 'ghost king'.
"Let's go and find clues." Su Ruotang picked up a piece of pastry with her green and white fingertips, looked at it carefully, and walked out slowly holding the pastry.
Mo Ronyan's eyes paused on the delicate pastry.
Immediately, he took out a clean silk handkerchief from his sleeve, picked up two pieces of pastry, put them in the handkerchief and wrapped them.
Fu Beixian stuffed a piece in his mouth, and held another piece with one hand. His tone was unclear, "Mo Lalan, just eat it now, why do you take it away?"
The one who responded to him was Mo Ronyan's back.
Tan Zhixi looked at Fu Beixian with difficulty, "It's a little difficult for your brain to pass Grandpa Gu's test."
This is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, my cousin’s favorite pastry.
His Highness wrapped up two pieces, surely because he was afraid that his cousin would be hungry.
Fu Beixian: "???"
Gu Shuya chuckled lightly and walked out holding Tan Zhixi's arm.
Fu Beixian was confused. He swallowed the pastry in his mouth and thought it tasted good. He stuffed another piece in his mouth and grabbed another piece to catch up.
"Hey, wait for me."
...
When a group of six people left the inn.
In a quiet alley, a maid looked behind her cautiously, then opened the door and entered a mansion.
Luxurious and elegant mansion, pavilion on the lake.
"Miss." The maid hurriedly walked into the pavilion.
In the pavilion, a girl in a goose-yellow tube top dress picked up the teapot and slowly poured a cup of tea.
The maid covered her ear and whispered softly, "Miss, I have told the Third Prince and others about the appearance of the Ghost King."
The girl handed her a cup of tea: "Thank you for your hard work."
The maid happily took it and held it in her palm, "It's not hard work. It's my honor to be able to work for you."
The girl who had been lowering her head to make tea slowly raised her head.
Her face was charming, and there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows, which ruined her charm and revealed a hint of ruthlessness.
Su Muyao picked up the painted tea cup and took a leisurely sip.
The thin lips lacking blood color were covered with a layer of water color.
In an instant, the coldness in her eyebrows disappeared, and her whole body was filled with a scholarly atmosphere.
There is a hint of weakness of a sickly beauty in her eyebrows. One can't help but feel pity.
"You go back to the capital, find a way to sneak into the Xianqing Palace, and let Liu Wanyue eat this."
Her pale fingertips tapped the cyan porcelain bottle on the table.
Hesitation flashed across the maid's face: "But Miss, the Lord has said not to do anything to the Dongqi royal family."
Su Muyao glanced at her lightly: "If Liu Wanyue dies, Emperor Wu Shun will inevitably collapse."
"Because of Qian Xian's trash, the number of people testing drugs and poisons has dropped sharply."
"If there is trouble in the Dongqi court, my father can find someone to test the poison and medicine."
The maid still hesitated: "But Miss..."
"What? I ordered you not to move?" Su Muyao put down the teacup in her hand.
The tea cup collided with the stone table, making a clear and crisp sound.
Along with this broken sound, Su Muyao's cold voice was filled with murderous intent.
The maid quickly knelt down and said, "That's not what I meant. I will go to the capital right now."
Su Muyao nodded lightly: "By the way, go to the Su Mansion and see my mother... no, Mrs. Zhang."
When she became Mo Xiaoya's concubine, she set fire to fake death.
After accidentally obtaining the poison recipe, he completely changed his appearance. He originally wanted to approach Mo Xiaoya as an aide and deal with Su Ruotang and Mo Ronyan.
But she didn't expect that she was the daughter of the Poison Lord that everyone feared a hundred years ago.
But even though the people in the poisonous sect called her eldest lady, no one really respected her.
But it doesn't matter, when she completes the layout, she will make everyone crawl at her feet.
The maid bowed her head and hummed.
"Remember, no one in the poisonous sect is allowed to know what I asked you to do."
"Otherwise, you will know the consequences yourself."
The maid suddenly squeezed the tea cup in her hand, lowered her head, and said with a hint of fear in her voice, "Yes, Miss."
"Go ahead."
The maid stood up, lowered her head and walked out.
Before stepping out of the pavilion, he looked back at Su Muyao.
His eyes were full of fear.
The young lady's talent in poison magic is far superior to that of her master.
The people sent by the master to serve the young lady were all poisoned by the young lady.
Someone went to see Master Poison, but Master Poison did not find that he was poisoned.
When the man came back, he was turned into a puddle of blood by the young lady.
Su Muyao lowered her eyes, stroking the tea cup with her pale fingertips.
After a while, she chuckled, with a trace of madness in her expression, "Su Ruotang, let's change the gameplay."
