Chapter 450

Lanxin was shut up all night. One day, listening to the sound of water dripping from the high iron window, she didn't sleep all night.

I thought I would be OK after I identified the boy, but Wen jinniang and Liang Yuan still refused to let me go.

"Lan Xin, you can go out."

Lan Xin turns to see the jailer take out the key to open the lock of the prison door, a face of consternation.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to go? The food in prison is not as good as the food outside. You can think clearly. "

The jailer knocked on the prison door impatiently with his saber. The metal collision was still harsh, which made Lan Xin shiver all over.

"Did Lord Liang let me out?"

"Naturally, it's Mr. Liang who ordered it. Otherwise, I can release the suspect in private!"?! Oh, you are not a suspect. Mr. Liang said you are innocent. Let's go. "

Lan Xin held back the corner of his mouth and left the dark and cold dungeon immediately.

The third prince hasn't married yet. Now he's dead. Is the funeral ceremony in the prince's mansion a manager sent by the palace? He's cooking. As soon as Lanxin goes back, he hasn't been able to have a good rest, so he's called to explain a lot of things. If he can't finish, he won't give food.

Lan Xin, holding a stack of Ming paper, reluctantly goes to the main hall where the third prince's coffin is parked. A little girl in the house comes up and helps to take over more than half of the Ming paper. The weight on Lan Xin's arm suddenly lightens.

"Lanxin elder sister's face is not very good. Qian Mo also heard that Lanxin elder sister is the maid next to the third prince, so she told her so many things."

"Who are you? I haven't seen much in the third prince's mansion before? "

"Ah Tao, the maid, has been working in the Huanyi courtyard. The prince's house is short of manpower. He just transferred the maid. My sister didn't see ah Tao very much, so it's normal. But my sister is a celebrity in the third prince's mansion, and my maid knows my sister. "

Lan Xin understood it as soon as he heard about the Huanyi hospital. Whether it was the Huanyi hospital in the prince's palace or the Huanyi Bureau in the palace, these servants were the lowest and the least able to earn money. No wonder this Tao looked so weak.

"Thank you for helping me."

"What a slave should do is to thank sister Lanxin."

The most important thing for Qian Mo to tell him is to let Lanxin keep vigil tonight, because Lanxin is the slave valued by the third prince, and Lanxin is qualified to do this job.

Lanxin now has cleared the suspicion, naturally will not refuse to wake, all should send the third prince the last journey, when the third prince buried, his fate is also very clear, glory and wealth has been waving to himself.

Lan Xin wants to laugh when she thinks of these. She glances at a Tao and the white in her eyes. Lan Xin holds back the smile from the corner of her mouth and stretches her face to show her grief.

At night, the people in the main hall gradually left, and they were all arranged to do other things by money. Although Lan Xin was allowed to keep watch, the rest of them didn't have the possibility to sleep.

Lanxin didn't sleep all night in the dungeon. It's hard to hold the vigil tonight. Tao stayed with Lanxin thoughtfully, and even let Lanxin kneel beside the pillar to take a nap quietly. She knelt on the outside to block most of Lanxin's body.

As soon as Qian Mo's figure appears, Tao quickly wakes Lan Xin up. Lan Xin straightens up to burn Ming paper. As soon as Qian Mo leaves, Lan Xin leans over and squints to rest.

After repeating this for more than ten times, Lan Xin felt more tired than not sleeping, but he couldn't control his eyelids, which became tighter and tighter. He had to lower his head and pretend to cry.

"Sister Lanxin, if you are really sleepy, why don't you ask for money?"

Tao really can't see it any more, he suggested in a low voice.

"It's OK. It's better to have you with me."

LAN Xinqiang answers. Tao nods helplessly. The clouds cover the moon from time to time tonight. It seems that it won't be sunny tomorrow.

In the bright and dark moonlight, the night wind of early autumn with some coolness is blowing into the hall from time to time. The white curtain is floating, and Lan Xin subconsciously rubs his arms.

"Ah Tao, do you feel cold?"

"Isn't it cold? There's such a big brazier. Sister Lanxin, you see my face is hot and red. "

Orchid heart smell speech subconsciously turned over to see a Tao, but saw a terrible ghost face, immediately stretched out his hand to push a Tao, let out a scream.

"Ghost --"

Tao was pushed to the ground unprepared, his palm rubbed the skin, and the blood immediately came out. Regardless of the pain, he went up and grabbed Lan Xin's hand, which was waving wildly.

"Sister Lanxin, sister Lanxin, calm down. There are no ghosts. How can there be ghosts here? Don't shout, if the money is attracted, you will be in trouble, sister Lanxin! "

Lan Xin finally calmed down, looking at the thin Tao in front of him, breathed heavily.

"How can... It's a female ghost..."

"My elder sister probably didn't rest for a long time, so she hallucinated. This is the coffin of the third prince. How could there be a female ghost? There must be a ghost who is also the third prince.... "

"What nonsense! How can there be ghosts in the world

Orchid heart smell speech immediately scolded a Tao, a Tao nods should and way.

"Yes, of course I'm lying. You see, sister, you know there won't be ghosts in this world. Don't be afraid."

"Master meditation, please come inside."

"Amitabha."

Lan Xin and a Tao turn to look out. Qian Momo leads an old monk with white eyebrows and whiskers to the main hall. The monk's left hand is leaning on the golden Zen stick, and his right hand is wrapped with a long string of Buddhist beads. At first sight, he is a successful monk.

"Have you ever seen money?"

"You continue to burn paper. This is master Jingxin, the eminent monk of Lingguang temple. The master will help the third prince pass away his dead here. You must not disturb him."

"Yes."

Qian Mo watched the master sit cross legged on the cushion and left. For a moment, only white candles burst out occasionally in the main hall.

Master Jingxin glanced at Lan Xin, who was burning the paper with his head down. He closed his eyes and began to read the Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, a cool wind came. The paper burned in the brazier was blown out, and most of the candles in the hall went out.

Lan Xin instinctively looked up at the meditation sitting in front of the coffin, only to hear the chanting of meditation stopped suddenly.

"Benefactor, it's time to set foot on the road of the yellow spring. Why did you come back? The world has nothing to do with you. It's time for you to let go."

"Ha ha"

Suddenly a burst of light smile came, orchid eyes canthus want to crack, this is! This is the third prince's laughter.

"Amitabha, what's wrong with benefactor?"

"I'm so wronged that the prince died."

"Ghost! There's a ghost

"Sister Lanxin, sister Lanxin, where are you going?"

A Tao pulls Lan Xin who stands up suddenly. Lan Xin can't get rid of his backhand and grabs a Tao.

"Listen, the third prince is back. He's back!"

"Sister Lanxin, did you hear me wrong? There is only the voice of meditation master chanting sutras. Listen! Listen carefully. "

As soon as Lan Xin heard it, he could only recite the Scriptures in a low voice, but the master didn't even open his eyes.