Chapter 676 The Strange Monk

Yuan Baobao was amused and laughed:

"Oh, beautiful sister, don't worry about what he is called. Let's call him by our own names."

This name is indeed a bit confusing.

But each of them is very stubborn and doesn't want to change the name.

"You are just used to him."

Yang Yuhuan glared at her son fiercely, and little Chang'an hurriedly hid behind Yuan Baobao.

But the little guy has started to grow taller and is not much shorter than Yuan Baobao.

The picture is inexplicably a bit funny.

"I will deal with you in the evening."

Yang Yuhuan warned in a stern voice, but Chang'an was not afraid at all.

"Mom, you are reluctant anyway."

The little guy laughed and felt fearless.

Yang Yuhuan was also helpless and couldn't be fierce to her only son.

"Baby, I've spoiled this child."

Yuan Baobao smiled and said, "That's because you love him."

Yang Yuhuan...how could she not feel pain? This is her only child. She

hurt her body during the last birth, and she hasn't been pregnant again since then.

Madam Yang had mentioned it several times, asking her to talk to Yuan Baobao and see if she could help her get pregnant again.

But Yang Yuhuan didn't agree, she didn't have the face to ask.

How much effort has Yuan Baobao put in for Chang'an in the past ten years?

She didn't help Yuan Baobao in any way before, but now...

"I want to try the food cooked by the beautiful sister, you cook the best."

The little girl said happily, and Yang Yuhuan hurriedly asked them to sit down.

This is today's distinguished guest.

...

"Such a strong spiritual energy."

Outside the backyard of the Yang family, a monk with big ears squinted his eyes and looked at the yard in front of him. It can be seen that the spiritual energy in the yard is strong, and even the flowers, plants and trees inside grow better than other places.

"I don't know if it is natural or man-made?"

The monk frowned and whispered. As soon as he finished speaking, two people suddenly appeared behind him.

One black and one white. The man in black was taller and his face was as white as paper. The man in white was a little shorter, about half a head shorter, and his face was even paler, as if he had just been painted.

"Go check it out."

The monk with big ears whispered, and the two figures flashed away like ghosts.

"It's really strange, no wonder..."

The monk said, his shape is peculiar, especially the big ears, which look particularly eye-catching.

The monk was quite fat, with a big belly and a smile on his face, just like the Maitreya Buddha in the painting.

He only stood there for a while, and many people looked at him from a distance.

Some people were bolder and came over:

"Master, are you begging for alms?"

The monk laughed:

"No, I was just passing by here and felt that this place was very special, so I stopped to take a look." The

monk smiled faintly. The woman who came over was about fifty years old and was a nosy old lady.

"Haha, of course it's different, this is the Yang family, the famous Yang family in Beijing."

"Yang family?"

The monk muttered and asked, "Why is it famous?"

He had just seen it, and the yard of this Yang family was not too luxurious.

However, this family is very lucky, and it can be seen that they like to do good deeds.

"The Yang family is a royal merchant. They were originally ordinary merchants in Yangzhou City, but later they met the little princess, and their lives became prosperous."

How many people in the capital are jealous and envious?

But there is no way, the Yang family is not something they can compete with.

Besides, they didn't know the identity of the little princess at the time, but they still took good care of her and even adopted her as their goddaughter. There are not many people who can do this.

"Oh? That's a blessing."

The monk smiled and nodded. The woman continued,

"Of course, who is the little princess? She can tell fortunes, and she has never been wrong."

"The one she wants to save, even Prince Yan has to give in."

The envy on the woman's face became more obvious. The old monk laughed and said,

"Donor, what do you mean?"

The woman told the story of Yang Yuhuan's son, and she told it vividly.

"At that time, all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital said that the adult and the child were hopeless, and it was good luck to save the adult, but the little princess saved both of them by herself."

"However, the little prince's health has always been poor, and it was the little princess who helped him treat it?"

The big-eared monk looked at the lush courtyard and seemed to understand a little.

"Little princess?"

the monk asked in confusion, and he seemed to have mentioned the little princess just now.

"She used to be a little princess, and then Prince Yi ascended the throne. As Prince Yi's daughter, the little princess naturally became a little princess."

"But she is also the only princess, and the emperor and the queen dote on her very much. The little princess is now fourteen years old, and the emperor hasn't arranged a marriage for her yet?" "

Everyone knows that the emperor is reluctant to let the little princess get married."

"Amitabha, marriage is a matter of fate."

The big-eared monk chanted a Buddhist name.

The woman sighed, "Yes, everyone says that the little princess has high standards. The little princess doesn't like ordinary men at all. In fact, we also wonder what the man that the little princess likes looks like?"

The big-eared monk smiled kindly and moved his fingers:

"I would like to see it for myself."

The woman sighed: "Maybe it hasn't been born yet?"

The big-eared monk laughed and turned to the front door of Yang's house.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I found that the Feng Shui of your house is very special, so I want to come in and take a look. I wonder if it's convenient?"

Daqian Kingdom still values ​​monks. When the guard saw the monk coming, he hurried inside to report. Madam Yang hurried out:

"Of course, please come in, Master."

"Madam, did you find someone to look at the Feng Shui of your house and arrange it?"

The big-eared monk asked as he walked.

"Of course, this was arranged by my stepdaughter. She said that my little grandson is not in good health and needs to be protected by the Feng Shui of the house."

"But she also said that Feng Shui doesn't have much impact on us adults."

The old monk smiled kindly: "It is indeed not a big impact, but for the person who arranged it..."

The old monk paused, and felt that some things were not convenient to explain clearly, so he stopped talking.

"Master, is there anything bad for the person who arranged it?"

Madam Yang said with a worried look on her face, and it can be heard that her voice is very anxious: "I know that there are not so many cheap things in this world. Such a good layout, my stepdaughter must have spent a lot of thought. But the child is too sensible, she has never told us. Master, you must tell me the truth!" The

big-eared monk was shocked. He didn't expect that the woman in front of him believed the little girl so much.

"Master, can you tell me something?" Madam Yang looked at him anxiously.

The big-eared monk smiled and touched his thick earlobe: "Yes, a little bit, but that little friend is a powerful person, she should be able to resolve it herself!"

Madam Yang lowered her head: "This child is so sensible!"

"Madam, can I see your grandson?"