While Xiao Yichen was looking for the thief, Ji Lingxue and Mo Xiang slipped some money for wine through the back door and successfully left the Ji Mansion and came to the wasteland in the western suburbs of the city, which was a field of dead grass.
Mo Xiang stood beside Ji Lingxue and looked at the dry grass within a hundred miles with a puzzled look on his face.
Mo Xiang said: "Master, what are we doing here?"
Two days ago, she accompanied her master to the West City Gate to give porridge to the beggars. She tempted the beggars with meat buns, saying that they would have hot meat buns to eat if they told them an interesting story in the capital.
These beggars have been starving all year round, sometimes hungry and sometimes full, and occasionally they eat leftovers from the food bucket at the back door of the restaurant. It is rare for them to see such fragrant and delicious buns. The tempting aroma of meat is comparable to silver in the eyes of these beggars who have been hungry for a long time.
Ji Lingxue went to the dilapidated temple to distribute porridge for two days, and found out a lot of gossip. In Mo Xiang's view, these news were just jokes after dinner, such as that official's mansion had a concubine, and that the neighbor stole the chicken of the neighbor. Mo Xiang really didn't understand what the master wanted these gossips for.
Today, Ji Lingxue proposed to go out of the house again. Mo Xiang thought that his master was going to listen to gossip again, but he didn't expect to come to this wasteland.
Ji Lingxue asked: "Why has this piece of land been abandoned all this time?" If she hadn't heard from the beggar that there was a wasteland here, she would have found it hard to believe that there was a wasteland in the capital city where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.
Mo Xiang thought for a moment and said, "I heard that this place is haunted. All the wealthy businessmen who wanted to take over this land had accidents. After that, no one dared to take over this land, so it has been left deserted."
Ji Lingxue nodded, "Oh, since no one wants it, I'll take it."
Mo Xiang twitched his lips and complained in his heart: Princess, you are already married and cannot call yourself a girl.
Mo Xiang: "Princess, this place is haunted..."
Ji Lingxue said: "I have been through the gates of hell, I have seen all kinds of ghosts, I am not afraid."
Mo Xiang was speechless.
Ji Lingxue took two steps forward and said with a smile: "Mo Xiang, go to the government office tomorrow and get the title deed for this piece of land. I don't care what method you use."
Mo Xiang looked up at the sky in silence again.
Ji Lingxue added: "This place is quite close to the city gate, and there is an official road in front, so it would be a good place to open a restaurant."
Mo Xiang: "Princess, the most popular restaurant in the capital is Wangshanlou, and there is also the calligraphy of Prince Chen to protect the place. Our place... is a bit remote, and the land is also rumored to be unsavory. Will there be any business?"
Ji Lingxue curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "There are always more solutions than problems, don't be afraid." Her eyes were bright and she looked confident.
Ji Lingxue naturally had reason to be confident because Xiao Yichen had been having a headache recently. The more headache he had, the happier she was.
Mo Xiang was dazed as she looked at the confident Ji Lingxue. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her ankle. Mo Xiang felt sick and her face turned pale. The next moment, she screamed, "Ah... there's a ghost!"
Ji Lingxue glanced sharply and didn't see anything behind Mo Xiang, but she was shaking like a sieve, and was so scared that tears and snot came out.
Looking down along Mo Xiang's trembling body, a black hand covered in blood was tightly grasping Mo Xiang's snow-white ankle.
Mo Xiang slowly lowered her head, and when she saw the strange bloody hand appearing on her ankle, her scream became even more miserable.
She has always been a decent person and has never done anything harmful to others. Did the evil ghost find the wrong person? Aren't good people supposed to live long, and bad people supposed to be haunted by evil ghosts
"It's not a ghost!" Ji Lingxue said with certainty, which calmed Mo Xiang's panicked heart.
Mo Xiang calmed down after hearing this, and looked behind him nervously along the bloody hand...
(End of this chapter)