Cao Xiwan boiled the medicine herself, blew on it, and drank it all.
After taking it for a few more days and stopping the anti-epidemic pills, her cough subsided a lot.
She thought to herself that half of her illness was due to not catching Nanzhi, and she was angry.
On the other hand, Song Bi, the boy, saw that she was invited by the second wife, Jia Shu, and was walking with her in the garden. Song Bi ran over, took a moment to look at her and quietly said to her: "Miss Xiao Wan, our Mr. Liu
Said, Nanzhi did not leave Nankang Hou Mansion."
"What?" She was startled, then thought about it carefully, yes! That's how it should be!
When Nanzhi was in the house, Granny Ma said that Nanzhi had been dealing with the girls. No, Nanzhi had closer contacts with many women, which showed that Nanzhi wanted to change his identity and hide in the Nankang Hou Mansion.
She had always thought that Nanzhi wanted to harm her mother and sneak in to become a night mother-in-law.
So I also taught her mother how to defend herself.
There has been no movement recently. So, if she didn't want to be a mother-in-law, would Nanzhi have to take the girl's place?
"Songbi." She asked suddenly.
"Sister Xiaowan?"
She sat in the Qiu Yu Pavilion, looked at Songbi carefully, stretched out her hand, and squeezed his face hard, not looking like a spy.
It's easier for a man to pretend to be a man. She wouldn't think that Nanzhi would have to pretend to be a woman this time.
It is rare for Prince Tang's birthday to go beyond those days of continuous autumn rain.
The sky is blue, and the carriages, horses and boats, and the fragrant shadows on the tops and temples of each mansion, are all leaving the city gate. The Qinhuai River leads directly to Mochou Lake, and the water waves reflect the deck, and there is a curtain of sunshine.
Deep in the Royal Garden Water Villa, there is a place of reeds called Fuyunbo. The battle between Su Jintian and Yang Pingcui took place at Fuyunbo.
Although the Qingluo female ghost is the only witness in the rumor, rumors are just rumors.
She didn't even go to Zhenzhu Water Village. She stayed at Nankang Hou Mansion and slept alone among the girls.
Listening to the sound of pine trees outside the window at night, she slept with her sword on her pillow.
She knew that the Marquis even kept Qin Meng behind and stayed in the study outside.
Finally, she knew to be on guard. The Marquis was too greedy now, and something would happen sooner or later. She thought. A few days ago, Luo's mother quietly told her before she left that the Prince of Qin's Palace had transferred a group of generals to the Marquis. Lian Er was in charge of the arrangements.
They were in the Chengfu Temple Farm on the outskirts of the capital, where they secretly took Fushou Dan and practiced the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld.
Is this the condition for Lady Jia Shu to be the Crown Princess? No, at most it is one of the conditions. She thought.
Taoist green smoke goes straight up to the palace.
The prince of the Tang Dynasty borrowed His Majesty's Imperial Garden Pearl Village to celebrate his birthday. He also has a Taoist temple-renovated water village near Mochou Lake, called Xuyun Village. Recently, the autumn scenery has become thicker, and the autumn flowers are blooming in the village, which is gradually becoming more and more popular.
Feng Junqing left Shanxi, entered the capital, got a letter of recommendation from the Prince of Qin's Palace, and quietly settled in Xuyun Manor. After all, the Prince of Tang and the Prince of Qin were brothers from the same mother.
The front village is close to the water, and the back village is directly connected to the mountains and forests. It is a secret nest for him.
The autumn air is crisp and clear, and the water birds are flying south. He stands in the water pavilion and sees the blue waves and yellow clouds thousands of miles away.
Who is Zhan Baidao? After he faked his death, he had forgotten this identity.
Love, hate, hatred, everything passes away with the flow of water.
Now there is only Feng Junqing.
"Go back and tell the prince, don't worry." He still looked like a middle-aged man, but he held a jade whisk in his hand, which added a touch of ethereal and ethereal aura. An autumn moon rose above Mochou Lake, and the moon mist was as clear as water smoke.
Crystal plate, this beautiful scenery is not as good as his indifferent eyes.
He sent back the prince's confidant, the young eunuch Yu Long.
"I have forgotten the old things in the past."
Even if the Qingluo female ghost once sealed her throat with a sword, she could still smile and forget her grudges, just to assist Mingjun and achieve a great cause.
Yu Long was secretly horrified that Master Feng's temperament had changed.
In the past few days, I heard that Master Feng Xian practiced Tantra and reached a new level. Although he didn't understand it, he could read people's facial features. Master Feng Xian's temperament seemed to be similar to that of the same person.
The master next to the prince, He Nuguan who was left behind by the old princess, said that Master Feng had overcome his inner demons. He had entered the colorless realm of Tantric Buddhism and was no longer the Amon of Wu Xia in the past.
The prince smiled and asked: "Inner demon? He went to the Marquis of Nankang Mansion. Is it because of the Qingluo female ghost?"
"Yes, death by the sword, fake death to escape, extreme love and hatred, are all illusions. If illusions are eliminated, there will be no color. This is the supreme mental method of Tantric Buddhism."
Mother He had already become a nun. She just couldn't bear to see the eldest prince since she was a child, so she stayed in the palace and escorted her all the way to the capital. "Your Majesty, I can rest assured. As long as he is here, I will be of no use to the prince anymore."
.”
He Laoni drifted away overnight and left the capital without knowing where he ended up.
The prince was stunned and could only believe that Master Feng took a look at the useless Cao Xiwan. After leaving the palace, he saw through the confusion and became a top master of Tantric Buddhism.
He is now at least as good as ten mothers. Otherwise, the old nurse would not leave him.
The prince was uneasy and sent his confidant eunuch, Yu Long, who was the adopted grandson of Mother He.
"The prince said that if Master Feng is interested, he can come forward and ask Marquis Nankang for a girl. It's just a trivial matter." The young eunuch laughed and tried.
Feng Junqing laughed silently and shook his head slightly: "Let the prince rest assured. The Qingluo girl's ghost town is quite deep and she is shrewd. We can only figure it out slowly so that she can slowly know my sincerity."
"Yes, the immortal master is right, and the prince also means the same thing."
The little eunuch was overjoyed and laughed and whispered, "What the prince wants, the immortal master can make a promise to her. As long as she is willing, she will be a female official. This is her rank."
The little eunuch gave a thumbs up and said, "Secondly, she and the immortal master are... originally lovers."
The little eunuch looked at Master Feng's expression. First he saw Master Feng smiling slightly. He secretly thought that it was because he was sad about the beauty. The two were in love and had reconciled. However, when he looked closely, there was a hint of autumn rain in Master Feng's smile.
The gurgling, turbid waves, and the ruthless meaning of the river going east made the little eunuch feel uncomfortable again. He stammered, "The immortal master will be the national master in the future, and her imperial edict will naturally be of the first rank."
Feng Junqing smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry."
The young eunuch couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when the prince's words came to him, he said goodbye and left.
Under the bright moon, Feng Junqing walked into the alchemy room with his hands behind his hands.
"Grow up."
The alchemy room is on the fourth floor, and the pavilion is deep. On both sides, blue-robed Taoist priests stand with swords on their backs, shouting in unison. There are men and women among the Taoist priests, and they are guarding the alchemy room and the corridor of the sutra courtyard.
On the surface, Xuyun Villa looks like a deserted waterside villa owned by the royal family, but in fact it is full of dead soldiers.
Among them were three Taoist priests who were in charge of the affairs of the village. They had followed Master Feng in and out of the Marquis of Nankang's Mansion, and lived in seclusion in the Five-Fang Bamboo Garden with the Fifth Master to advise him.
It's a pity that the fifth master didn't know that the Taoist priests were all dead soldiers of the Duke of Liang, the remnants of the bloody battle with the Hundred Swords Regiment.
Feng Junqing and two of his confidants were caught up and killed by the people in charge of Lian Er when they escaped from the Nankang Hou Mansion - hum, they were puppets.
But after a few years in the capital, his old subordinates gradually came to join him. What's more, he also accepted many disciples from various noble houses in the capital.
The moonlight corridor is full of shadows.
"Master." Mr. Yang, a young man in brocade robes, entered the alchemy room, kowtowed on the futon, and said, "Master, please give me some guidance."
"Don't worry." Feng Junqing sat cross-legged in front of the brass alchemy stove. Outside the long window, there was a crescent moon. He really had a certain spirit of immortality. He closed his eyes slightly, "The ancestor will protect you. You want hundreds of households in Nanhe's brocade clothes."
Your mission. What’s yours is yours.”
"Yes, kneel down and thank Master——!" Mr. Yang was overjoyed. He quickly handed over the gift list.
Feng Junqing didn't pay attention to these common things. He got up and returned to the inner room.
In the inner room, under the thin moonlight, one curtain was lightly opened. A young Taoist priest, Xiaguang, led two twenty-eight beauties sent into the inner room. The beauties stood tall and tall, and their voices sounded like orioles, and they said: "Immortal Master—
—”
He casually looked at the gift list that Xia Guang held in his hands, and found that these two beauties were the cauldron sent by Mr. Yang.
He was leaning on a bed of clouds. There was a bead curtain hanging down from the beams in the room, which separated it from the eyes of the common people.
Through the beaded curtain, he stared at the beautiful woman, as if recalling that there was once a woman of the same age who played chess with him in front of the window of the dormitory of the foreign study. Because the chess game was gradually losing, she was unwilling to admit defeat and deliberately peeked at his beauty.
She was smiling and kissing him softly.
He closed his eyes and asked softly: "Can you play chess?"
"...Return to the Immortal Master, slave meeting."
"come over."
"yes."
Cao Xi slept with his sword on his pillow at night, listening to the rustling of bamboos outside the autumn window, and spent three days in the house boringly. The old lady and the gentlemen all went out, but this time, no one took advantage of it like last time.
And enter.
Fortunately, she made a lot of money from her gambling. She was not bored.
In this battle with Fu Yunbo, Su Jintian lost. She bet on [lose].
"I won——!" She jumped up and roared, "Palace Master Cuiping, well done!"
But this is the first battle. The two swordsmen agreed that the winner will be determined by losing two out of three battles.
Qin Meng, who was left behind, heard her cheering in the plum forest in the study outside, and felt sympathy for Su Jintian. It seemed that he had made an unreliable and harmful friend.
Qin Meng bet on "win", so he lost everything.
Zhenzhu Water Villa, by Mochou Lake.
Liu Ruhai stood on the bow of a small boat. He put his hands behind his hands and looked out, seeing the light of the sword rising into the sky.
After a while, I heard news coming from Fu Shui Pond.
Su Jintian was defeated.
There was a big uproar at the birthday banquet.
"That's all. Mr. Yang Zhuang has got the advantage of the location." Several families in fine clothes hummed.
Su Jintian was already tired before the battle with Yang Pingcui. Before he went to Fuyunbo, he had competed with several masters from Xunfu and Dagfu at the birthday banquet, and won three games in a row.
Therefore, I don’t know how many people bet on Fu Yunbo to win this battle.
"I'm so angry! Yang Pingcui took advantage this time!"
"Yes, it was clearly a deliberate arrangement. Prince Tang insisted on supporting him to win!"
"It is also etiquette for you to say a few words less. It is also honorable for the prince to let Yang Zongfeng win on Prince Tang's birthday."
"Su Daojun, he is still too young. In another ten years, this little trick will not be able to defeat him."
Liu Ruhai heard the commotion, got off the boat and landed, and called a handyman to bring tea. He walked a few steps on the water corridor and muttered: "Send a message to let Su Jintian know that his sixth uncle is in the clan."
In the house, his sword skills should be stronger."
In front of him, a servant eunuch of the Tang Dynasty who was serving tea to him nodded silently.
"What? Is this news true?"
In this Zhenzhu Water Village, the news about the Zongren Mansion was first heard by the Xu family's brother and sister, who also came to the Water Village to place bets. When they were about to leave, they heard the news. After thinking about it, the more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was wrong. wrong:
The man in gray who was always around the common people in Zhou was a foreigner.
The brother and sister turned around and told Shen Shuangtian and Qiao Qiangsheng. When they heard this, they found out that Gray Thorn, the sixth uncle, was actually enshrined in the Zhou Palace?
The Xu family brothers and sisters actually had suspicions for a long time, because they guarded the Zhou common people in the clan mansion, and Lady Qing asked them to keep an eye on him secretly. They checked his appearance.
Now that we have the exact information, and Qing Niangzi is not here, we naturally have to report it to our immediate superior, Su Jintian.
"It's actually hidden in the clan's mansion. Our senior brother has searched all over the capital and still can't find it!" Xiao Qiao was overjoyed, and the two of them quickly went to report it to Su Jintian.
Liu Ruhai saw the figures of Xiao Qiao and Xiao Shuang from a distance, and everything was under his control. Su Jintian and Nankang Hou were not opponents of the Qin Palace yet, so Qingluo Female Ghost should be given more help.
However, she doesn't seem to want to interfere with Su Jin Tianshi's affairs.
She should have guessed that Zhou Shuren's guards came from Biying Palace. But she never reminded Su Jintian.
Liu Ruhai sighed and smiled bitterly. She pretended not to know, and he had to try to remind Su Jintian by himself, asking him to quickly snatch back the second volume of Biying's Heart Technique. It was convenient for Xiliu to steal the puppet formation and give it to Song Chengming.
By then, Feng Junqing will take action against Song Chengming.