Chapter 62: Using magic to defeat magic
The shadows moved stealthily. Jiang Zhiyu held his breath and hid behind a pillar.
With the help of the light from the man, Jiang Zhiyu saw their faces clearly: Song Shiwei and... a monk?
The old monk was tall and strong, wearing a bright red cassock and a golden pointed hat.
Jiang Zhiyu heard Song Shiwei say softly: "Master Wujing, do you think there are any evil things in this mansion?"
Wujing stepped back a few steps, twirling the Buddhist beads between his fingers, then frowned and said to Song Shiwei very seriously: "Miss, there is a lot of evil energy in the mansion. This evil spirit must be from a big source."
Song Shiwei smiled, and the light made her look even more charming: "Then we have to rely on you, Master."
Wujing raised his hands: "Amitabha, good, good."
Jiang Zhiyu: "..."
[No, it's late at night, and you two are rehearsing? 】
【In the plot, Song Shiwei hid the fake monk in his own courtyard, claiming to be ill and staying in the courtyard. When the emperor came, he used a trick to lead the emperor to Xu Youran's courtyard, and happened to see Wu Jing exorcising the evil spirit for Xu Youran. 】
【Xu Youran treated Song Shiwei like her own daughter, so she naturally didn't guard against her. She drank the drug that Song Shiwei personally gave her. After waking up, Xu Youran was speechless...】 Just as
he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt footsteps coming from behind. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes condensed, and he turned around quickly, covered the mouth of the person who came, and held her waist and pushed her behind the pillar.
Then, he quietly stuck his head out again to make sure that his movements did not attract the attention of the two men, then he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Keep your voice down, what are you doing outside? Why don't you bring anyone with you?"
Jiang Sulan's heart was pounding: "I saw that you hadn't come back yet, and was thinking of asking someone to prepare a carriage to look for you, but the coachman happened to say that you were at the door, so he didn't bring anyone with him."
She was still thinking about what she had just heard, but she couldn't ask directly, so she asked indirectly: "What are you doing, who are those two people?" "
It seems to be Song Shiwei, and I don't know who the other person is, but he looks like a monk."
Although Zhiyu had heard many times from her heart about the bad things Song Shiwei did, when Jiang Sulan saw it with her own eyes, she still couldn't accept it.
Why? Over the years, the Prime Minister's Mansion has treated her well, and he has always treated her as his own sister and has never treated her badly!
The emperor hates these things the most. If it is true as Zhiyu said, and he saw with his own eyes that there was a monk in his mother's room, then wouldn't he kill his mother?
Jiang Sulan didn't dare to think about it, and her eyes were red.
The look in Song Shiwei's eyes revealed the disappointment of being betrayed and the deep hatred.
Song Shiwei also seemed to have sensed something and glanced over here.
Jiang Zhiyu quickly pulled her back.
[She is very smart. You know what the heroine is planning without me saying it. You are worthy of being my sister, my only sister! ]
Jiang Sulan: "..."
I feel embarrassed.
Song Shiwei always felt as if she was being watched, and she felt uneasy. She hurriedly said, "Master, follow me."
After the two disappeared, Jiang Sulan frowned, "What should we do now? Should we go and tell our parents directly?"
"No," Jiang Zhiyu knew Jiang Zhaorong's thoughts too well. Even though he was disgusted with this adopted daughter for the time being, as long as Song Shiwei showed weakness and said a few empty words for the good of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he could just brush it off.
"But what should we do now? The monk entering the mansion is a hidden danger after all. Once seen by outsiders, the emperor might dislike him."
Jiang Sulan said as she pulled her along.
"No problem, I have a way. Sister, you can just dress casually these days and leave it to me."
[Use magic to defeat magic. 】
Jiang Sulan was confused when she heard this, and seeing her confident face, she said yes, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Her sister is becoming more and more capable now, but she, as her elder sister, can't help at all...
...
After nightfall, in the largest Zuiyuelong building in Shengjing, there were elegant women, bamboo music, and a luxurious scene.
A woman in gauze came in and put down the wine pot in her hand. Lu Daizong raised his hand, held her waist and hugged her into his arms.
He was in a bad mood and drank a little more. His face was red and his breath was full of alcohol.
"Drink, drink more!"
The woman sitting between his legs pushed him away powerlessly. She was hurt by his rough action but dared not say a word. She said softly, "Don't be like this, young master. You are drunk. I will help you lie down and rest for a while."
I don't know what words suddenly angered his brows. Lu Daizong pulled the woman down and threw her to the ground.
Then he pinched her chin: "You look down on me too? You want to laugh at me like them, right?!"
The woman cried, tears sliding down her cheeks: "I didn't, young master, you hurt me..."
Lu Daizong pushed her away and staggered to the bed: "Cry, cry, cry, you are annoying, come and serve me!"
The woman crawled over on her knees and stretched out her hand to untie his belt tremblingly. Because she was too scared, she didn't untie it for a long time.
Lu Daizong sneered, "Waste," then he pinched her neck, lifted her up from the ground, threw her on the bed, and leaned over to press her.
He moved vigorously, saying humiliating words while thinking of Jiang Zhiyu's appearance in his mind.
At the critical moment, he frowned. He was obviously ready to go, but there was always a gap that was missing, blocking him from getting out.
Lu Daizong was so angry that his face turned red.
"Bitch, what did you do?!"
He stretched out his hand and pretended to pinch her. The woman retreated in panic, watching him breathing heavily, her eyes were red, and she fell straight on the bed.
After a long while, she reacted and screamed.
"Someone come! Help!"
...
The Anle Marquis's mansion was in chaos.
The second son was carried back by Zuiyuelong's men. He looked extremely horrible. The first time Anlehou's wife saw him, she fainted and has not woken up yet.
Anlehou and Lu Yaozu surrounded the two of them, anxious like ants on a hot pot.
The court doctor took their pulses and breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he stood up, Marquis Anle couldn't wait to ask: "What's the matter?"
"Please don't worry, my lady was just furious when she saw that the young master was injured. She fainted because of the anger. I prescribed a prescription for calming the nerves. Wait for the lady to boil the medicine and take it after she wakes up, and she will be fine."
"It's just that the second young master..."
Marquis Anle just felt relieved a little, but he was worried again: "What's wrong with my son? Is it a serious illness?"
The court doctor waved his hand: "The second young master's life is not a concern, but his kidney qi was damaged earlier, and he was given too much tonic, so his body is too weak to take it... But," the court doctor stammered: "The tonic was too strong, and the second young master's thing couldn't be released. It's been such a long time, I'm afraid it won't come out in the future..."
What? !
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