Jin Suting was angry and grabbed the snowball with both hands and threw it at Qin'er.
"Boom—"
The snowball hit a tall figure, and his dark robe looked out of place in the snow.
Tan Er saw the man kneel down on the ground and said, "Greetings to the Ninth Prince."
This man, why did he come here? Jin Suting was stunned where she was, at a loss.
Tan Er lowered her head, looking at her mistress in a daze, and whispered, "Miss, bow."
Jin Suting finally came to her senses and knelt in the cold snow. "Greetings, Ninth Prince."
The Ninth Prince walked up to Jin Suting, his dark robe getting closer and closer, and her heartbeat became faster and faster.
The Ninth Prince helped Jin Suting up and said, "Hurry up and get up. You won't have to perform such a big ceremony next time."
Jin Suting stood up and kept a distance from him, "Is there anything I can do for you, Ninth Prince?"
A trace of loneliness flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince, "I'm fine, I just missed you and wanted to come see you."
In the past, Jin Suting's heart would beat faster when she heard such words, but now all she could feel was sneer.
"I don't know what the Ninth Prince means by this?" Jin Suting deliberately avoided looking into his eyes.
The Ninth Prince was somewhat puzzled by the huge difference in her attitude from before, but he still said, "Don't you really know what I mean?"
Was he finally attacking? Was he finally no longer that gentle and elegant gentleman? Jin Suting now felt like a fool, walking step by step into his gentle trap.
"How would I know?" Jin Suting asked, "Your Highness overestimates me."
The Ninth Prince took two steps forward, closing the distance between them. "I want to know the reason for your sudden change of attitude."
Jin Ting turned her face away, "Didn't the prince suddenly change his attitude? And it happened more than once."
The Ninth Prince stared at Jin Suting's eyes, as if he wanted to see into her heart.
Jin Suting was not to be outdone, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and deadlocked.
In the end, the Ninth Prince was defeated. He sighed softly, "Whatever the reason, I want to have a good talk with you in the private room on the second floor of Zuixian Tower on the Lantern Festival."
"Drunken Immortal Tower again?" Jin Suting sneered, "Your Highness, could you change your tactics?"
"I have something to tell you," the Ninth Prince's eyes were full of sincerity, "something very important."
That look went straight into Jin Suting's heart, and her heart skipped a beat. What important words were they?
Jin Suting actually still had hope in her heart. Maybe he really liked her?
Is this possible?
In the end, Jin Suting nodded in agreement.
The person she almost fell in love with and almost fell for, who was so beautiful in her eyes, at least there was a little hope. Maybe he also happened to like her?
This is her, hesitant and lingering about feelings.
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Wang is ill.
I suddenly fell ill without any warning. I was fine during the Spring Festival, but starting from the third day of the New Year, I had a high fever and red rashes all over my body.
Ming's mother said it was an allergy, but she prescribed several medicines but couldn't cure it.
Seeing that the condition was getting worse, the great doctor Mo Ninghai, who had been to the mansion before, was recruited into the palace again.
Doctors outside are not trustworthy, and besides, there is no female doctor in the world who is more capable than Ming's mother.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, a Taoist priest in a black robe passed by the general's mansion and insisted on staying at the door, saying that there was evil spirit in the mansion.
"Go away, go away, where did you come from, Taoist priest? Don't pollute the territory of my general's mansion." The guard at the door drove away the black-robed Taoist priest with disgust.
The Taoist priest in black robe was extremely calm. He actually started to sit in meditation at the door. He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in the snow, and muttered to himself as if no one was around.
The guards couldn't do anything to him. It was New Year's Day and they couldn't let blood be seen.
At this time, Mrs. Lu brought a group of maids from her courtyard and came out of the general's mansion in a mighty procession, apparently to buy daily necessities.
The black-robed Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and pointed at Lu with two interlaced fingers, "The evil spirit is here!"
As he spoke, he took something out of his clothes.
Seeing the black-robed Taoist being so rude, the guard thought that this was his chance to make a contribution. He rushed forward, pointed at the black-robed Taoist's nose and shouted, "You charlatan! This is our lady. Where are you pointing? Be careful or I'll stomp on her..."
Before he could finish his words, the guard pointed at the black-robed Taoist priest's hand and put it behind his back, "You little brat, how rude of you!"
The force on his hands increased, causing the guard to beg for mercy in pain.
Mrs. Lu had never seen such a scene before. No matter how powerful her family was, she was just a woman who had lived in a secluded courtyard for a long time.
Frightened and at a loss, "You, what do you want to do?"
The black-robed Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "Exorcise the evil spirits for Madam!"
A yellow Taoist talisman was stuck on Lu's forehead. He pulled out the peach wood sword from his back, circled around Lu, and chanted spells that others could not understand.
The little maidservants following behind were so scared that they disappeared. Those who were calmer had already gone back to call for help.
Lu, who had a Taoist talisman stuck on him for no apparent reason, didn't dare to move, for fear that the peach wood sword would stab him if he moved.
The old general was not at home, so Jin Suting and Jin Xiyan came out. Even Jin Wade, who had been studying hard all day long to pass the imperial examinations as soon as possible and locked himself in his study, claiming to be in seclusion, came out.
That’s right, my mother encountered a swindler and was given a talisman. How could I not come out?
"Stop it!" Jin Wade's hot-blooded voice in his prime frightened the black-robed Taoist priest so much that he almost dropped the peach wood sword in his hand.
He stopped what he was doing and rushed forward to wrestle with the black-robed Taoist priest.
Mrs. Lu stood there in a daze, probably still not recovering from her shock.
The talisman on her face was blown away by the wind and into Jin Suting's hands.
Jin Suting looked down at the messily written "runes" and burst out laughing.
On Jin Wade's side, he subdued the black-robed Taoist priest in no time.
Jin Suting felt that Jin Wade should take the path of a military general instead of taking the examination to become a scholar, as that style was not suitable for him.
Jin Xiyan scoffed, "With this much skill, why would you want to be a Taoist priest?"
The black-robed Taoist priest, whose face was bruised and bloody, said: "He attacked us by surprise. What a mean man!"
Jin Wade was no pushover either, and punched him in the stomach again.
The black-robed Taoist priest stamped his feet in pain, grimacing, "Do you know who I am? My master is a well-known Taoist nun from the White Dao! I am his last disciple, from the Black Dao!"
Underworld or white world?
This ridiculous name made Jin Suting laugh until tears came to her eyes. "Are all your Taoist priests' names so domineering? Are there any named Huang Dao, Hong Dao, Green Dao, and Lan Dao?"
The black-robed Taoist priest, no, it should be a gangster, stiffened his neck and said, "Yes."
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