"The real ghost king..." Gu Jiao looked at Shangguan Qing with a bewildered face, neither surprised nor surprised.
She expected that his ghost king was fake, but she never thought that there was indeed a real one in the ghost mountain.
Wait, it is the real ghost king he defines, not necessarily the objective fact.
Everything remains to be verified.
Gu Jiao asked, "Who is the real ghost king?"
Shangguan Qing raised his chin and said, "I don't know, the friendship between gentlemen is like water. I don't inquire about the privacy of my friends!"
It won't work if you don't install it for a minute, right
The ghost king is really your friend, why didn't you come out to help just now
Bet on a pack of spicy sticks, the ghost king will not kill you.
Gu Jiao held her arms in her arms and looked at him seriously.
Shangguan Qing and Gu Jiao looked at each other, and suddenly there was an illusion that the size of the underwear was seen through.
He shuddered all over, coughed lightly, and said sternly: "Okay, okay, I don't make friends with everyone, that old guy is not qualified to be my friend!"
Gu Jiao took a deep breath, Xiao Heng's own brother, can't be beaten, can't be beaten...
After removing the water from Shangguanqing's words, the extracted message is: "I've only met him once or twice, I'm not good enough, he won't be friends with me!"
"Tell me what kind of person he is." Gu Jiao suddenly became interested in this ghost king.
"Human?" Shangguan Qing snorted, found a stone by the stream, sat down, and picked up a handful of dog's tail grass.
The laughter and hustle and bustle behind them make people feel the temporary tranquility and beauty in the troubled times.
Gu Jiao has been at the border for many days, and she has not felt this way for a long time.
She sat down beside him.
The two were not far or near, a distance that was neither crossed nor unfamiliar.
Shangguan Qing pursed his lips and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just snorted.
"Go on." Gu Jiao said.
"That..." Shangguan Qing frowned, as if he was thinking about his words, "I don't think he is human, he is already dead, at least that's how he feels to me. His whole body is full of dead energy, and his eyes don't look like a living person. "
Gu Jiao asked, "Can you move? Can you talk? Do you have a heartbeat and breathing?"
"Yes, yes." Shangguan Qingyan answered succinctly.
That's not a dead person, but a big living person.
Gu Jiao said, "Sounds like a very strange guy."
Shangguan Qing played with the dog's tail grass and said, "It's a bit strange, but he doesn't kill unarmed people. There were people who strayed into the back mountain, and he didn't hurt them. Instead, those mountain bandits ran to his territory. , almost all died in his hands. Thanks to the young master, I came forward!"
Okay, now you're a young master again. You have so many self-proclaimed names.
Gu Jiao said again, "That's why those mountain bandits were subdued by you and became ghost soldiers?"
Shangguanqing straightened his back: "That's right. I rescued them from that person, and they are grateful for my life-saving grace—"
Gu Jiao glanced at him: "There are still threats and threats? For example, if you say that the ghost king is your backer, if they dare not obey, you will let the ghost king kill them?"
Shangguan Qing looked at Gu Jiao in disbelief, looking at the monster: "No, why do you know everything?"
Because I'm an ordinary little genius in solving crimes!
Gu Jiao said: "So there is a big ghost king in the back mountain. You, the little ghost king, were named by you, right?"
Shangguan Qing did not deny it, but just walked up to the long stone, rested one arm behind his head, held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and looked at the starry sky.
"It's the old ghost king, he's not too young."
he said.
"Old Ghost King." Gu Jiao stroked her chin thoughtfully.
"Hey." Shangguan Qing poked Gu Jiao with his long, jade-like fingers, "I finally remembered how strange you are."
"What?" Gu Jiao turned to look at the guy lying flat on the stone. He was still wearing a mask that covered most of his face, not showing his true face, but his eyes were beautiful, like Princess Xinyang. almond eyes.
The lips are inherited from Marquis Xuanping, and they are slightly upturned when not smiling.
Shangguan Qing said: "I thought you were weird along the way, but it wasn't until just now that I came back to my senses. Since you recognized me as the eldest grandson of the emperor, why did you dare to call me by my name? Today's black wind riders are like this. Are you arrogant?"
Gu Jiao said, "This is not arrogant."
It's called beating you.
Gu Jiao squeezed his wrist.
Shangguan Qing frowned subconsciously: "Why? Although you are a man, my Highness is not very masculine."
He doesn't like being touched by others, and he's not used to being too close to people. The two brothers are very similar to Xinyang.
Gu Jiao took the pulse for him and put his hand back.
Shangguan Qing looked at her strangely: "Do you still know medical skills?"
"Understand a little." Gu Jiao said, "It's a pity that the poison in your body can't be cured."
When Shangguan Qing heard this answer, he didn't show any loss. After all, he was poisoned with no cure. Even the national teacher couldn't cure him. There was no miracle on him.
He has the last three months of his life left.
Possibly shorter.
"Does it hurt?" Gu Jiao looked at him and asked.
Shangguan Qing was stunned for a moment, as if thinking about Gu Jiao's possible reactions in his mind, either sympathizing with him, comforting him, or painting a cake for him.
But he never expected it to be a simple "uncomfortable".
It's like a kind of care from family.
Shangguan Qing's nose suddenly became a little sore, he didn't want Gu Jiao to see it, he turned his back, and covered his reddish eyes in the night: "It's not too uncomfortable, the medicine given by the national teacher can suppress the toxicity, every month It only takes three or five days, and the past is the same as it is now."
"Shangguanqing." Gu Jiao called him in a low voice.
"Why?" He wiped his red eyes without a trace, and his voice sounded calm.
Gu Jiao pretended not to know his strangeness, and said seriously: "I know Nan Shi Niang who is a master of poison in the Tang Sect. She was originally going to return to Zhao Kingdom, but happened to stay in Shengdu because of some personal affairs. Take you to see her, maybe she can detox you."
"Oh."
He has long given up hope, but he is too lazy to tell his rejection over and over again, otherwise he will be persuaded to refuse.
He should just do it, anyway, he may not live to the day when he returns to Shengdu.
Gu Jiao asked him, "Are you going back to Quyang with me tomorrow?"
Shangguan Qing said lightly: "You go back first."
Gu Jiao looked back at the only pure land in Pucheng that had not been spread by the war, watching the children running around laughing, the villagers chatting and laughing while working, and the ghost soldiers wrestling and practicing martial arts in the open space in front of the door.
Here, let's go.
Shangguan Qing has packed up his emotions, and the strangeness in his eyes has faded.
He turned around and lay down again, biting the dog's tail grass, and said eloquently, "Don't tell my mother... I will go to see her in a few days about my stay in Ghost Mountain."
"Okay." Gu Jiao responded with a sigh.
I don't tell your mother, I only tell your father.
(End of this chapter)