Chapter 117 A bad fortune!

When they came to their senses, the mysterious Taoist had disappeared. Qi Heng asked Minglan about the mysterious Taoist, but Minglan only said that he was an old friend from Yangzhou and did not tell Qi Heng what the mysterious Taoist said.

In the peach forest, a pair of beautiful people shuttled between them, talking and laughing. The man had an upright posture, and his elegant long robe fluttered in the wind, revealing a kind of extraordinary temperament. The woman wore a light green silk skirt, with a few fresh peach blossoms in her hair. She was elegant and agile in her every frown and smile, and the two seemed to be immortals who had fallen into the world.

"Is that the young master Qi?" Shen Hezhen asked the maid Siyu standing beside her.

Siyu stretched her neck and looked carefully, and said with certainty, "It's Young Master Qi! With such a graceful figure, I'm afraid only Young Master Qi can be so charming!"

Because of the angle, Siyu could only see Qi Heng, but not Minglan beside Qi Heng. She knew that her daughter was in love with Young Master Qi and was very excited about the chance encounter today. "Girl, why not go and say hello to Young Master Qi? With such a beautiful view, maybe Qi will have a good relationship with you!"

Shen Hezhen looked at the two figures dejectedly. There was a good relationship, but it was not hers.

As Minglan and Qi Heng walked in the peach forest, Siyu also saw Minglan. She felt that she had said something wrong, and looked at her daughter's unhappy expression. She wanted to comfort her daughter, but she didn't know what to say.

Shen Hezhen spoke first, "I wonder which girl is that to have won his favor?" She said this, but in her heart she was thinking, with such a beauty, how many people can resist being moved.

Siyu saw Minglan's face clearly, and thought of Qi Heng studying in the Sheng family, so she confirmed Minglan's identity, "She is the sixth girl of the Sheng family, the third girl of the Sheng family, and the sixth girl is the most beautiful." Shen Hezhen

rubbed her own hands. She should have thought of it earlier. They were childhood sweethearts, classmates, and so beautiful. It was understandable that he liked the sixth girl of the Sheng family.

Shen Hezhen raised his eyes again and met those clear and bright big eyes. Shen Hezhen was stunned for a moment, bowed slightly, and then took Siyu to say goodbye without saying a word to Qi Heng.

Minglan always felt that someone was staring at her, which made her a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head to look, but she saw a girl looking at her. When he looked over, the girl bowed and left, without waiting for Minglan to return the greeting.

"What's wrong? Who are you bowing to?" Qi Heng turned his head and saw Minglan just standing up. He looked up and looked into the distance, but didn't see anyone, which made him feel strange.

"There was a girl standing there just now, but she's gone now." Minglan replied. Qi Heng didn't care. The two continued to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms and wandered in this sea of ​​flowers.

Time passed quickly while admiring the scenery in the peach forest. It was almost noon, and Minglan planned to have dinner in the temple. However, Qi Heng said that there was a small farmhouse not far from the foot of Yanqing Temple. Although the food there was not made with expensive ingredients, it tasted very delicious. He invited Minglan to have dinner there.

The two of them were talking and laughing as they were about to go down the mountain. When they reached the gate in front of the temple, they met a girl in gorgeous clothes getting off a sedan chair.

Their eyes met, and Qi Heng stepped forward to greet them first, "Lord Jiacheng!"

Lord Jiacheng looked back and forth between Minglan and Qi Heng, his eyes darting for a while before returning Qi Heng's greeting. Minglan also stepped forward to greet him and introduce herself. Lord Jiacheng looked Minglan up and down but did not respond.

When Qi Heng could not help but speak, he heard Lord Jiacheng ask Minglan, "Did Miss Sheng make an appointment with the young master to come to Yanqing Temple?"

The question was direct and inappropriate, and the tone was not friendly. Minglan curled up the corners of her mouth slightly, thinking: Qi Heng's peach blossom again!

"To answer the princess, I didn't make an appointment with the young master to come to Yanqing Temple. There was an old Taoist priest on the mountain. I came to look for him. When I was talking to him, I met the young master and chatted with him for a while. It was almost noon and I had to go back to the city, so we came out together."

Minglan denied it flatly and refused to admit that she came with Qi Heng. Qi Heng also cooperated. Seeing that Jiacheng County Lord was looking at him, he nodded and agreed with Minglan.

Jiacheng County Lord then let Minglan go, "Then Miss Sheng, please go first. I have something to say to the young master."

Minglan felt as if she had been pardoned after hearing what Jiacheng County Lord said. She bowed slightly, said goodbye to the two of them, and walked down the mountain.

Qi Heng felt helpless, but he still had to deal with Jiacheng County Lord, "What do you want to say to me, County Lord? I've had enough food in the morning, and now I'm starving. Please speak frankly."

Minglan was gone, and there was no one to bother her anymore. Jiacheng County Lord showed the shyness of a little girl when facing Qi Heng. She put away her arrogant attitude just now, softened her voice, and said to Qi Heng, "My father's birthday banquet is coming soon. There will be a buffet in Prince Yong's Mansion. I hope you will come and show your support then, young master."

Qi Heng was thinking about pursuing Minglan and had no intention of dealing with Jiacheng. The county lady only replied vaguely, "My father and mother will definitely prepare generous gifts to celebrate at the palace."

The county lady Jiacheng was obviously not satisfied with this answer, "Will the young prince come?" After saying that, she thought it would be better to be direct, "Then the invitation of the young prince will be sent to the Duke's Mansion, and the young prince must come!"

Qi Heng really didn't want to say more to her, and replied helplessly, "Okay! It's getting late, the princess should hurry to the temple, I will go back to the city first."

After saying that, she couldn't wait for the county lady Jiacheng to speak again, and walked down the mountain quickly.

The county lady Jiacheng stared at Qi Heng's receding back infatuatedly, and lingered for a long time. The maidservant who followed reminded her, "Princess, you should go and draw a lot first. The princess asked you to go in person. It's almost noon now and we have to hurry back."

Princess Yong was worried about the emperor's delay in appointing an heir. She said that the divination at Yanqing Temple was very effective and she couldn't spare the time, so she sent her daughter to draw a lot. However, the Lord of Jiacheng County didn't want to come at all. She delayed for a while and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the hundred steps, she didn't want to walk by herself, so she sat in the sedan chair and swayed up the mountain until this hour.

The Lord of Jiacheng County thought about Qi Heng and felt that she should listen to her mother and come earlier, so that she could spend more time with Qi Heng instead of him leaving as soon as she arrived.

Suddenly, Lord Jiacheng thought of Minglan's bright face again. Lord Jiacheng narrowed his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more worried he felt. He ordered the people around him, "Go check whether the young master and the girl came up the mountain together?"

Lord Jiacheng went to the main hall to ask for a lot. There was a young Taoist in the hall. He said, "Lord, just shake the lot, I can interpret it for you." Lord Jiacheng saw that he was young and didn't take it seriously, but he thought that the lot he drew must be a good one.

Lord Jiacheng had just knelt down to shake the lot when a guard came to answer outside the door. When he reported, the voice was a little louder. Lord Jiacheng's hand shook, and a lot fell out of the bucket. Lord Jiacheng and the young Taoist looked down and saw that it was a bad lot! A glimmer flashed in the Taoist's eyes, and then he immediately calmed down and looked calm and composed again.