"What does the painting look like?" The gray-robed woman took the painting and her expression became more and more strange the more she looked at it. "Who would use a painting like this to impersonate Jiuzhu? Is they stupid?"
"Where's the letter?"
"I haven't read it yet." The green-robed woman found the letter and handed it to her directly: "Senior Sister, this."
The two of them got together and read the letter, and then they were both silent.
"The brains of the mastermind behind this are not very good indeed." The green-robed woman, Jiuzhu's second master, threw the envelope onto the stone table. "How could our Jiuzhu be bullied by palace maids and eunuchs, and even shed tears to the moon..."
"Yeah." The master turned his head and looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple: "We should renovate the roof of our Taoist temple. It's a rare opportunity for a swindler to come here. We can't let him get away."
"This..." The Second Master hesitated: "Will it scare him away?"
"Now that you're here, how can you just leave?"
The messenger waited at the foot of the mountain for two days. When he arrived at the Taoist temple again, he saw from afar the woman he had seen two days ago. She was standing at the end of the road waiting for him with a worried look on her face. When she saw him appear, she seemed relieved.
"Master, you have read the princess' letter. What are your plans?"
"We raised Miss Ming with our own hands. How can I bear to see her suffer in the capital?" The woman looked anxious: "Is the prince not treating her well?"
"Alas, the Prince of Chen has always been arrogant and domineering, and has a bad relationship with civil officials. The princess is a daughter of the Ming family, so how can the prince treat her sincerely?" The messenger saw that the woman was so flustered that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, and felt a little proud in his heart, thinking that she was indeed easy to deal with.
"I want to go to the capital to see her as soon as possible."
The messenger's eyes lit up.
"But……"
"But what?" The messenger was worried. His Highness had specifically instructed that the Taoist priest who adopted Ming Jiuzhu must be brought to the capital, so that Ming Jiuzhu could be turned into a chess piece in His Highness' hands.
"But my sister is weak. If I take her to Beijing, I'm afraid she won't survive. But if I leave her here alone, there's a lack of food and oil in the mountains, and even the roof is leaking. I can't rest assured."
"These are all trivial matters. Leave the grain, oil, rice, flour, and renovation of the Taoist temple to me." The messenger thought that as long as he could coax people to go to the capital, renovating the Taoist temple would be a trivial matter.
"How can I let you spend money..."
"Master, please don't say that. The princess is my great benefactor. It's nothing for me to renovate the Taoist temple for her master." The messenger clasped his fists and said, "Master, please wait a moment. I will go down the mountain to prepare."
"Good believer, good believer..."
The messenger kept walking, afraid that he would run too slowly, and the female Taoist priest regretted it.
Two hours later, the messenger brought a group of workers up the mountain and started hammering and pounding, even cutting the weeds on the mountain path cleanly.
"Master, please rest assured that within five days, your temple will be completely renovated."
"Thank you very much." The woman smiled and said, "Since you have come to the Taoist temple, why don't you follow me to worship in the temple?"
"Master, please."
Upon entering the main hall, the messenger discovered that this dilapidated main hall actually enshrined the statues of the Three Pure Ones. Apart from the Three Pure Ones, there are no other statues of gods, and they look very simple and shabby.
"I'm sorry to make you laugh, but the temple is poor and we don't have the money to paint a golden statue of the Heavenly Lord." The woman took the incense and handed it to him, "Please, believer."
These three statues look very old, but not broken. When the messenger knelt on the cushion, he always felt that the three statues were looking at him.
He hurriedly lit the incense, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the statue: "Master, I am willing to paint gold for the immortal."
Before leaving, his superior gave him two hundred taels of silver. If he continued to spend it like this, he would have to beg for food before he even reached the capital.
But in order to gain the trust of the female Taoist priest, the money must be paid.
That night, he sent a letter by carrier pigeon, asking Shangfeng to ask his men stationed in Lingzhou to send him silver.
This shabby Taoist temple is too spendthrift.
Four days later, the messenger held an empty purse, looked at the golden statues of the Three Pure Ones, the food, oil, rice and flour in the house, the newly replaced furniture and the newly painted walls, and forced a smile: "The longer we delay, the more uncomfortable the princess will be. Taoist priest, please return to the capital with me today."
"Okay." The woman nodded. "There is a flower field behind the Taoist temple. Miss Ming loved these flowers when she was young. Please pick some for me."
The messenger wanted to say that no matter how beautiful the flowers were, they would go bad if they were sent back to the capital.
"Okay, please wait a moment, Taoist priest." It doesn't matter, as long as he can follow him back to Beijing, he can endure it.
"Thank you very much."
The woman watched him walk into the flowers behind the Taoist temple, and smiled as she watched him fall to the ground.
"Look at my memory. I forgot to remind you that these flowers... are poisonous. They can make people fall into coma if they inhale them." She walked to the unconscious messenger, took out a hemp rope from her bosom, tied him up tightly, and dragged him out of the flowers.
"According to the Dacheng Law, people like you who pretend to be a royal nobleman and commit fraud and evil deeds will be sentenced to serve in the imperial court for at least ten years, and at most twenty years." The second master clapped his hands, kicked the unconscious messenger with his feet, and looked up to ask the first master who was sitting on the roof: "Senior sister, have the people from the government arrived?"
"We're almost there." She ate the snacks that the messenger had brought up the mountain, and said with emotion, "This kind of stupid, rich liar is really easy to use."
"Yes." The second master nodded: "It would be nice if there were two more next time."
Such a good liar is hard to come by.
"Your Highness." The eunuch in blue hurried into the courtyard and saw the Fourth Prince's wife was also there. He bowed politely and said, "Greetings, Your Highness and the Prince's wife."
“No need to be polite.” Yun Yanze turned his head to Sun Caiyao and said, “Caiyao, the peach blossoms outside are in full bloom. Ask Bai Shao to go and take a look.”
"Okay." Sun Caiyao remembered this eunuch. Half a month ago, it was he who told His Highness the address of the Taoist temple where Ming Jiuzhu was fostered.
"What happened?" After Sun Caiyao left, the smile on Yun Yanze's face disappeared.
"Eleven was thrown into jail."
"What?" Yun Yanze thought there was something wrong with his ears: "What's going on?"
"He...he was exposed." The blue-robed eunuch shrank his neck: "After discovering that he was a liar, Princess Chen's master reported him to the government and had him arrested."
“Even if the two old Taoist priests in the deep mountains and old forests found out that something was wrong with him, he should have taken the opportunity to escape. How could he give them a chance to report to the police?” Yun Yanze took a deep breath and said, “Arrange it and tell him to keep his mouth shut.”
"Please rest assured, Your Highness. We have already made all the arrangements."
"Don't worry?" Yun Yanze seemed to have heard a joke. He looked at the eunuch in blue sarcastically and said, "How can I be assured?"
They were all well-trained secret guards, but they were brought into the government office by the female Taoist priest. It was simply a joke.
Sun Caiyao was sitting in the large courtyard outside. When she saw the eunuch in blue come out dejectedly, she slowly lowered her eyelids and said, "Bai Shao, what's so good about Ming Jiuzhu?"
Bai Shao lowered her head: "I don't know."
"You are not a man, of course you don't know." Sun Caiyao stood up and walked towards the peach forest that was said to be planted by His Majesty specially for Queen Su.
Bai Shao followed behind her: "Princess Chen is with Prince Chen all day long. Even if she is really likable, it is only likable to Prince Chen. You don't have to consider why she is likable to men."
"Aunt Bai Shao." Sun Caiyao stopped and turned to look at her: "You seem to be trying to excuse Ming Jiuzhu with these words?"
"I dare not. I just don't want you to worry about irrelevant people." Bai Shao knelt down and saluted: "Prince's wife, the married Princess Chen will never be a threat to you."
"Yes, she never was." Sun Caiyao seemed to be deflated suddenly. She stood outside the peach forest. She knew that all this had nothing to do with Ming Jiuzhu.
But who else can I blame except her?
Should I blame myself, or should I blame His Highness?
The man in white riding on the horse at that time was so handsome and elegant. For the first time in her boring, rule-based and tasteless life, she secretly chose to fall in love.
"The peach blossoms are about to wither."
"Can't bear to see the flowers wither?"
"Flowers bloom and fade in a certain pattern. I'm just calculating how many months it will take before I can eat peaches."
"come over."
"What are you doing here?"
"Jump up, I'll carry you."
"Will other people see it?"
"You see it, it's only natural for me to carry my wife on my back. Who dares to say anything?"
"Okay!" Jiuzhu happily threw herself on the Prince's back and put her head on his shoulder. After taking two steps, she covered her head and said, "Your Highness, please lower your head, quickly, quickly, my hair is caught on the peach branch."
Sun Caiyao looked at Ming Jiuzhu, who was grinning foolishly under the peach tree, with her hair messed up by the peach branches, and then had sex with Prince Chen. She took a few steps back silently so as not to be discovered by them.
"It's my fault. I'm too tall." The King looked at the strand of hair on Jiuzhu's head that stuck out in front of her face, looked away and tried to hold back his laughter. He stretched his head in front of her and said, "How about I pull your hair for you?"
"No, it hurts." Jiuzhu blew on the messy hair and held the King's hand: "Forget it, just hold my hand and go back."
The palace maids and eunuchs behind him were laughing secretly.
Prince Chen glanced at the palace maids who were giggling, bent down and picked her up horizontally: "Let's go back to the palace and not let them laugh at us."
Jiuzhu rested her head on his chest and laughed first.
Sun Caiyao saw the peach blossoms falling all over them, as if such beautiful scenery, such liveliness, and such happiness should have belonged to them.
Even disturbing this warmth is a sin.
"Bai Shao." Sun Caiyao looked at Bai Shao in a trance: "I..."
I'm jealous of her.
Realizing this, Sun Caiyao felt ashamed and embarrassed.
When did she become so ugly?
After returning to Qilin Palace, Jiuzhu woke up from her nap. Prince Chen was summoned to Taiyang Palace. She sat in front of the mirror and put on her makeup. A servant came to report that Concubine Zhang and Princess Roude came to see her.
"Please let them in."
Outside the Qilin Palace, Concubine Zhang repeatedly warned her daughter not to provoke Princess Chen.
"He was a ruthless man who could remain calm and poke a doll with his birth date and horoscope on it with a needle." Whenever Zhang Concubine recalled this scene, her legs trembled.
She has always bullied the weak and feared the strong, and Ming Jiuju is the tough guy that scares her.
A woman who likes to say harsh words is not really cruel. Only someone like Ming Jiuju is truly cruel.
"Mother, you don't have to emphasize it again. I have already remembered it." Roude looked at the plaque of Qilin Palace. Compared with Ming Jiuzhu, she was more afraid of her younger brother Yun Duqing.
"Your Highness, Lady Zhang, our princess invites you."
Roude knew Ming Jiuzhu didn't want to talk to her, so after they exchanged greetings, she got straight to the point: "I came here this time to thank my sister-in-law."
Witchcraft is the most taboo practice in the palace. If Ming Jiuzhu had not described the witchcraft doll as a useless rag doll in just a few words, countless palace servants would have been involved, and she and her mother would not have been able to sit here peacefully today.
"Princess, you don't need to thank me. I'm just stating the truth." Jiuzhu put down the teacup: "Princess, don't take it to heart."
"Actually, I came here today because I have something else to tell my sister-in-law." Roude said, "There is a maid from my hometown who works in the Palace Department. She got a message not long ago that someone was asking about my sister-in-law's handwriting and the location of the Taoist temple where she was fostered in Lingzhou."
"I don't know the intention of the person behind this. I told my sister-in-law about this just to make her more cautious." Princess Roude stood up and said, "I have delivered the message. I will take my leave first."
There are no secrets in the palace that will never be known, only people who are willing or unwilling to keep the secrets.
"Thank you, Princess." Jiuzhu stood up.
"No need to thank me, you have helped my mother a lot, and I am giving you some information I found out by chance, so I am making a profit."
If you owe a favor to someone in the palace, you should pay it back as soon as possible, never too late.
After Zhang Fei and Princess Roude left, Chunfen whispered to Jiuzhu, "Miss, Princess Roude may know who is investigating you."
"That's not important." Jiuzhu touched his chin: "I just find it strange. These things can be found by just looking in the Imperial Observatory. Why bother to check in the Palace?"
If a person with such a weak brain really wanted to plot against the two masters...
"Supreme Taiyi Deliverer of Destiny." Jiuzhu recited a Taoist slogan.
If someone really finds Master, it is the karma between them and Master.
They sow the seeds and the masters bear the fruits.
There is no delay for each other.
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