After a moment of silence, Su Ruotang slowly said, "Xu Shangshu, can I go to your ancestral hall and have a look?"
Xu Shangshu was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "The third prince's concubine, this..."
Ancestral halls and ancestral temples are generally not accessible to outsiders except those directly descended from the family.
It has been said since ancient times that the breath of outsiders will disturb the purity of ancestors and destroy the blessings of descendants.
Mo Ronyan said calmly: "If you want to save your daughter, just listen to the third prince's concubine."
Xu Shangshu still had a troubled face: "Your Highness, the ancestral hall is only directly connected to my family..."
Before he finished speaking, Su Ruotang interrupted him lightly, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
Stepping into the Xu Mansion, she noticed a cold aura surrounding the Xu Mansion.
The good fortune of everyone in Xu Mansion was sucked away by this cold breath.
Xu Shangshu was also surrounded by a hint of bad luck.
Soon, their family will be as unlucky as Xu Yuanyuan.
Eventually died of bad luck.
Xu Shangshu was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head and said: "I don't believe it."
The theory of ghosts is simply nonsense.
He has been desecrating the books of saints and sages for many years, so naturally he does not believe in ghosts and gods.
Su Ruotang nodded, took out the yellow talisman, took the pen and drew a talisman to compile it.
When the pen and ink were dry, she handed the talisman to Xu Shangshu.
The corner of Xu Shangshu's mouth twitched, and he reached out to take it hesitantly, "Third Princess, have you changed your career?"
Instead of being a doctor, have you become a gangster?
Mo Jinming looked subtle and coughed lightly, "Let the servants get out and close the door."
Xu Shangshu didn't know why, so he dismissed the servants.
The moment the door closed, he felt that the temperature in the front room seemed to have dropped a bit, and there was an inexplicable cold feeling.
Xu Shangshu subconsciously pulled his robe, lowered his head and began to think.
Are the second prince and the third prince going to hold a joint trial on him?
But he was not corrupt, and he was not using his power to oppress the people.
It's not illegal...
Mo Jinming waved his hand to close the window, leaned back on the chair with a subtle smile, and glanced behind Xu Shangshu slowly, "Xu Shangshu, do you want to see a ghost?"
Xu Shangshu: "???"
"Here, turn around." Mo Jinming raised his chin.
Xu Shangshu turned around with question marks on his face.
The next moment, he asked the unlucky man squatting in the corner drawing mushrooms with a confused expression, "Who are you? When did you come in?"
The unfortunate man grinned and slowly stood up.
Then, his heels gradually lifted off the ground.
In Xu Shangshu's shocked eyes, he floated up.
The body is parallel to the ground, the neck is folded at ninety degrees, and the eyes of Xu Shangshu are facing each other.
Xu Shangshu's eyes widened.
The expression on his face was cracked visibly to the naked eye.
He kept backing up in horror, staggering and falling into his chair.
Seeing that he started to roll his eyes, Su Ruotang took out a silver needle, stuck it on the top of his head, and stuffed a quick-acting heart-saving pill into his mouth.
"Calm down, don't make a fuss, it's just a ghost."
"What you see now looks like a human being at least. When my second brother saw it just now, he looked completely ghostly. He didn't even scare you like this."
Xu Shangshu: "..."
Thanks.
Wasn't comforted.
His lips trembled, and he rolled and hid behind Mo Ronyan, "Your Majesty... Your Highness, there is... there is a ghost!"
Mo Ronyan held the blue and white porcelain teapot with his long, jade-like fingers and poured a cup of tea leisurely.
Every move is like an ink painting slowly unfolding.
But at this moment, Xu Shangshu had no intention of appreciating it.
If it weren't for Su Ruotang's silver needles and quick-acting Jiuxin Pills, he would have passed out.
Mo Ronyan put down the teapot and made a crisp sound.
What followed was his cold and indifferent voice, "Xu Shangshu, can you allow the third prince to visit your ancestral hall now?"
Xu Shangshu's calves were trembling, his face full of fear, "Ancestral hall...are there more ghosts in the ancestral hall?"
He never believed in ghosts and gods.
But what he saw and heard today broke his inherent understanding.
I used to feel that the ancestral hall was cold and cold, but now I feel shocked.
I'm afraid it's not the coldness, but the ghosts!
The unlucky ghost floated to the roof and hung upside down. He scolded with a grimace, "Those are your ancestors!"
Then, he stuck out his tongue and spoke in a dark voice, "Unfilial descendants, ancestors, I finally crawled out of the ground, but you don't want to see me so much?"
When the last note fell, Xu Shangshu, who had reached the limit of his mental endurance, rolled his eyes and fainted.
The unlucky man: "...So unfrightened?"
It's just a joke.
His ancestors have tablets and must have been reincarnated.
Su Ruotang gave it a roll of his eyes: "Not everyone can accept the existence of ghosts."
Mo Jinming looked at the unlucky man who was hanging on the roof with his body twisted into a twist, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Normal people never think that they can see ghosts in this life."
For example, he never thought that one day he would be in the same room with a ghost.
Mo Ronyan glanced at the fainted Xu Shangshu, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the unfortunate man, "Did the ancestors of the Xu family really not reincarnate?"
The unfortunate man shook his head: "I don't know. When I was possessed by Xu Yuanyuan, I couldn't get close to the ancestral hall."
"And Xu Yuanyuan also dared not go to the ancestral hall because of the unlucky physique of my possession, for fear of damaging the memorial tablets of her ancestors."
Su Ruotang rubbed her chin with her green-white fingertips and squinted her eyes, "The ancestral hall is a place where the ancestors of a family protect their descendants."
"The Xu family is blessed with profound blessings. Our ancestors were absolutely good people, and they have accumulated profound blessings for their descendants."
"The people who set up the formation used Xu Yuanyuan as a medium to steal the Xu family's good fortune and let the Xu family bear their bad luck and resentment."
Mo Rongyan paused slightly while stroking the little jade cat, and said in a cold voice, "Is it possible to find the person who set up the formation?"
Su Ruotang shook his head: "I can't find it. I can only break the formation."
As soon as she finished speaking, a strange color flashed across her eyes.
Could it be Feng Heng who set up the formation?
This kind of formation that can steal other people's luck without involving oneself is too weird.
Mo Rongyan's voice became more and more indifferent: "Xu Shangshu is a rare honest official. We cannot let his family be killed like this."
Su Ruotang hummed softly: "Don't worry, I will break this spell."
"When Xu Shangshu wakes up, I will go to pay homage to the ancestors of the Xu family."
After half a cup of tea, the unfortunate man saw Xu Shangshu's eyelids trembling, and suddenly he floated over Xu Shangshu's head with excitement.
Su Ruotang kicked him aside, holding the talisman and threatening, "If you dare to scare him again, I will destroy you."
The unlucky guy was kicked until he was pressed against the leg of the table, and he shrank his neck when he heard this.
He simply stretched himself out and wrapped strands around the legs of the table.
Mo Jinming looked at this scene and fell into deep thought.
As expected of a ghost, there are so many ways to play with the body.
Mo Ronyan raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "...Can't you just be normal?"
