Manager Lian Er noticed that the Marquis was in a happy mood outside, and quickly brought the medical ghost Chen Ming in.
Chen Qianhu also came.
When passing by the corner, because the new screen that the Marquis had kicked down had not yet been selected, Chen Qianhu was shocked to see a familiar woman in front of the east window. She was lying in front of the kang table, counting eighteen pearls, and praying devoutly to Buddha.
She raised her eyes.
Chen Qianhu nodded quickly as a courtesy. Chen Ming smiled and winked, laughing that she was pretending again.
There was no need to talk to the second manager, she didn't listen much and kept sitting in front of the east window. After reciting the Buddha's name and copying the sutra, she would hold the statue of the Medicine Master Buddha and meditate.
On the bright lacquered small table, there is a chessboard, a tea cup, and a black lacquered box where she holds paper and Buddhist scriptures.
She had made an agreement with the ghost doctor Chen Ming a long time ago. As long as he imitates the elixir of longevity, he will be able to get rich and get promoted. Chen Ming also has a family.
Chen Qianhu raised this nephew at home, and is still arranging marriage arrangements for him among the famous families in the capital. Chen Ming worked hard to prepare the medicine, and of course he wanted to benefit the Chen family, so he also wanted a wife and son for his own family.
She remembered that last time, the Marquis received ten longevity pills. Later, Chen Ming donated another hundred pills.
Lou Xiliu looks like she's already taking it. Well, this girl looks like she's going crazy. I don't know who is unlucky.
——If she stops Xiliu from eating it, the Marquis will be suspicious of her.
Even Xiliu wouldn't believe her.
The voice of Marquis Nankang came, full of surprise: "What, it only takes three years to reach the sixth level?"
"Yes, my subordinates speculate that this should be the case. As long as you take it uninterrupted, you can practice to the sixth level, but if you stop taking it, your skill will probably be greatly reduced."
"Okay, okay!" Mr. Hou got the elixir and laughed in his study as if he were on a cloudless night.
She heard it in the east corner and sneered.
She naturally knew that if this were the case, wouldn't all of the Marquis' men become Qingluo female ghosts? He would not have to worry about her disobeying the arrangement now that he had a choice.
She is actually a very honest, motivated and hard-working woman. She likes to work in the government office.
She sighed and hugged the Buddha statue.
Was it because she refused to be a concubine to the Marquis? Was she suspected of being loyal? Or was it because her unreliable biological father was a close confidant of the great master. In the past, the Marquis actually didn't care. After all, Song Chengming had not inherited the title at that time.
It's different now.
She raised her head and looked at the roof beams.
The carved beams were dust-free, leaving only spots of light and shadow falling from the sun outside the window. She knew that Qin Meng was in the light and shadow.
She remembered Miaolian’s ex-husband, eunuch Fuquan. After he was choked by her sword in the palace wall, she found a broken secret message in his arms:
——After a bloody battle, he still survived a hundred blows, but he wanted to take the Marquis of Nankang and replace him.
Fu Quan is His Majesty's confidant.
This is secretly consistent with the fact that she had asked Mother Zhao to arrange for a close friend to conduct a secret investigation, and speculated that Zhan Baidao had faked his death.
So, the Nankang Marquis who is laughing in the study is the real Marquis, right?
Chen Qianhu was naturally overjoyed to be promoted. The uncle and nephew talked with the Marquis of Nankang until nightfall, and even the guards changed shifts.
At one o'clock in the morning, they put some wine on the table and chatted. Chen Qianhu hadn't left yet, so she almost dozed off. Chen Ming slipped over and talked to her. She yawned and asked in a low voice:
"Have you tried the new medicine I asked you to try?"
"Money." He stretched out his hand.
"...You are such a killer." She sighed, and Chen Ming also promised her that he would use her money to test the medicine. At least he would study his wife's longevity pill again, and then improve the prescription and give it to her.
"I've thought about it. How about naming it Chang Fu Dan?" Chen Ming was full of confidence.
"..." It's such an earthy name. She nodded deeply, "It's a good name. It makes you feel like a fairy when you hear it."
She planned to use Luohan Purple Gold Huoluo Pill and modified Changfu Pill to trick her own people in the yamen and ensure that the drug store could make more money than running a gambling game.
Chen Ming suspected that she didn't have enough money.
"You also know how much medicinal materials you have wasted on me? If it weren't for Mother Zhao to buy cheap medicine from the north, I would have gone to drink the northwest wind." She cursed, took out the small account book of the gambling game, and murmured to Chen Ming.
Chen Ming is jealous:
"...You have made so much money? Have you raised a few more male pets?"
"...the rumor that I have a male favorite was spread by you, right?"
She spat at him, then found the small yellow wooden abacus she had left here in the drawer of the kang table, and quietly calculated how much she had earned since the fight between Su Jintian and Yang Pingcui was cancelled.
She was the only one who bet on [accident].
"With so much money, if you don't go out and live in debauchery, what are you doing in front of the Marquis every day?" Chen Ming felt that this was not the Qingluo ghost, and she was furious. When did she go in and out of debauchery?
"Then what are you doing here?" He glanced at the Buddhist scriptures with disdain, "You don't believe this at all."
"Nonsense, I've been memorizing Buddhist scriptures. I even swept the floor and wiped the Buddha statues." She was furious. Qin Meng didn't change his shift and was still on top of his head.
"...Do you want to enter the palace?"
She looked down on him, and he was indeed smart. Why did she come to see the Marquis?
"Can't say." She still said.
It really can't be said that you have to go into the palace to see Miss Lu or even Liang Di at night. This matter requires the Marquis to give you something. Chen Ming guessed.
Qin Meng was more attentive. No, Lady Qing was not going to see Liang Di. Liang Di would never tell the Marquis about her temper. She should be meeting the Prince of the East Palace.
Luoyuan.
Liu Ruhai tied on a black brocade cloak, hung the mask inside the cloak, and was ready to enter the palace.
When he entered the palace, he had to pass through the palace wall. Naturally, he had to hide himself. He looked at the east end of the corridor.
In the outer study, the lights stay on after dark.
She was certainly not in Dongshaojian for Song Chengming, but for Qin Meng? He had also noticed in the past few days that she was trying her best to win over Qin Meng.
They must be trying to take advantage of him. The special thing about Qin Meng is that he comes from a well-known and upright family and is a lay disciple of Buddhism.
Liu Ruhai saw through her intuitively, but didn't understand why.
Is it because Qin Meng’s master, the master of Yuanguang Temple, is very famous? The temple master seems to have a very famous seven-treasure purple and gold cassock, which sounds like a beautiful piece of clothing. She wants to collect this clothes? Even the monk’s cassock is not spared...
"Hello."
Liu Ruhai was startled and stopped at the corridor in front of the courtyard door. He had just walked out of Luoyuan.
"Are you going out?" She was surprised. Dressed in such black, she was completely different from the white-faced girl in blue shirt before.
"……Um."
"It looks good when you wear it like this." She looked at him in surprise. His black brocade cloak was embroidered with dark patterns of black and silver silk crane feathers all over. It shone brightly under the moonlight of the corridor lamp, making him stand in the corridor.
There is a majestic and graceful surrounding, and the majestic appearance of the Yuanding Mountains, yet it still retains the leisurely elegance of the past.
She took two steps closer, raised her head to look at his long black silver crown, then lowered her eyes and said carefully: "This cloak was embroidered by Master Hui Miao. I remember it hasn't been sold for several years. You should look for more."
She ordered a few pieces, they looked good. She likes to make noble Buddha ponchos, so I said change it to a men’s cloak. Our Marquis is half an inch shorter than you, so this cloak can’t hold up. She scolded me for coming up with random ideas. I said this
My cloak is like a pearl covered in dust, but I didn’t expect that I would be worthy of you.”
"..." He couldn't help it and turned to look at her with a smile on his lips.