Chapter 189: A bit cunning
“Pah pah…”
Xier slapped the person a few more times.
The slaps made crisp sounds.
She picked up a dead snail with her handkerchief and said, "Third Miss, it's all right. We've swatted away all the bugs."
She paused and continued, "This snail doesn't bite. You don't need to be so scared."
Jiang Zijin: ...
I asked you to slap it away, not to kill it, but you slapped it to death on me.
Even without biting, it's disgusting.
So disgusting!
She lowered her head and straightened her dress, trying to see if she had lost her composure just now.
Whenever I raise my arm, I feel pain in my hand and body, a burning pain.
The back of my neck is still a little cold.
I reached out and wiped it, it was wet and sticky...
She looked at the thing in her hand, then at the juicy and fleshy insect on the ground.
I can’t help it…
“Wow…Wow…”
…
Jiang Zijin squatted on the ground and vomited violently. He felt like he had vomited out all the gastric juice and his mouth was bitter.
She leaned weakly on the maid, looking like a fragile willow in the wind.
My mother once said that women like this are the most lovable.
When she raised her eyes, she saw King Jing had taken several steps back, standing far away and looking at her with disgust.
Like she was some kind of dirt.
My heart sank instantly.
King Jing actually... despised her!!
How can this be!
Before I could come to my senses, I heard the little kid scream "Wow!" and burst into tears.
The more she cried, the more excited and louder she became, attracting all the people who were admiring the flowers around.
Jiang Miaomiao really cried this time. She was still frightened when she thought about being thrown out by Jiang Zijin just now.
Children's bones are very fragile.
She remembered some people dislocating a child's arm by pulling his hand, others throwing the child but failing to catch him, and others suffering a concussion from falling.
If Xier wasn't as skilled, she would have either lost an arm or a leg.
I won’t dare to do that again. I won’t dare to do that again next time.
"Miaomiao, are you okay? Were you scared just now? Did you bump into anything?" King Jing was panicked for a moment and put the little baby on the ground.
Touch your head, "Does it hurt here?"
Touch the little hands and feet, "Does it hurt here?"
Little Miaomiao must have been frightened when she fell just now, or she must have bumped into something.
King Jing looked at Jiang Zijin with a cold look.
As expected, those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black.
This girl is quite cunning...
What sister who truly loves her younger sister would throw her younger sister out because of a few non-biting insects?
No, absolutely not!
At least Cher wouldn't.
At the beginning of summer two years ago, Xue'er was holding her sleeping nephew under a tree to enjoy the cool air. Suddenly, a green insect fell from the tree and landed on the back of her hand.
She was also very scared.
But he dared not move. He closed his eyes and endured the pain. He asked the maid to take the insect away and return the sleeping nephew to his mother. Then he went back to the room to apply medicine.
Afterwards, the back of her hand was swollen from the insect bites, but she didn't say a word.
Jiang Zijin glanced at King Jing's face and was met with his cold gaze.
I couldn't help but shudder.
Looking at the way King Jing looked at her, he not only disliked her, but also hated her.
This... this is not good!
When Jiang Miaomiao saw her mother and Aunt Xiuxiu running towards her, she cried even louder.
Tears streamed down my face and I cried until I was out of breath.
She stretched out her hands and threw herself into her mother's arms, choking with sobs and complaining to her mother: "Mother, Third Sister insisted on holding me and wanted to see my little bamboo tube... Then I opened it to show her, and she...she threw me out... Wuuuuu...so scared..."
Lu Qingyao held her little girl in her arms and felt her body trembling slightly. She was really scared.
He looked coldly at the pitiful girl.
There's no point in playing the victim.
"Jiang Zijin, Miaomiao is your sister, a blood-related sister. She's still so young. Even if your mother and I don't get along, Miaomiao can't get in your way. If you want to hate someone, just hate me. How can you hit a child?"
She originally thought that the child was innocent. The last time the little girl tried to push Miaomiao into the water, it was probably instigated by her mother. It seemed that she was thinking wrongly.
Looking at her resentful eyes, I really want to send her and her daughter to reunite with Aunt Mei.
"I didn't... I didn't..."
Jiang Zijin's pale little face turned pale and red.
She looked at King Jing and tried her best to defend herself, "Brother Jing, I really just thought my sister was cute and wanted to hug her. It was her...it was my fifth sister who scared me with the bug, so I lost my grip. I didn't mean to..."
"Miss Jiang San, please don't scream. My sister doesn't look like you." King Jing glanced at her and didn't look at her again. He just used a handkerchief to wipe the tears of the little cub.
Jiang Zijin watched in amazement as King Jing and Jiang Miaomiao left.
How could he just leave like that?
It shouldn't be like this.
During the Lantern Festival in her previous life, she and her parents were separated by the crowd and pushed to the ground.
It was King Jing who pulled her up, and when he heard that she was a daughter of the Jiang family, he personally sent her home.
But at that time, she had not yet reached the age of marriage, while Prince Jing had already reached the age of marriage and married Mu Qianxue.
King Jing was very kind to her at that time, not as harsh and stern as he is today.
It’s all that little Jiang Miaomiao’s fault. She is the source of all the trouble.
Jiang Miaomiao sobbed on A Niang's shoulder. Her eyes fell on Jiang Zijin's face behind her and she saw her staring at her fiercely.
Shivered.
Hate it, hate it...
No matter how much you hate him, Uncle Jing will never even look at you or marry you.
Then my aunt won’t be harmed.
Jiang Zijin stared at the receding figure. Ever since he met that little thing, he felt that nothing he wanted to do could be accomplished.
It seems like something is causing trouble.
She had an invaluable destiny, how could it be ruined by a girl who hadn't even grown all her hair yet?
She doesn't believe it.
In the dilapidated Taoist temple on the back mountain of the chrysanthemum forest.
There is a century-old locust tree.
Under the tree, an old Taoist with a white beard was taking a nap in a recliner.
The snoring was deafening.
"Old man, wake up... Old man..."
"Does Xuanqing Zhenren live here?"
Qi Caiwei glanced at the old man and then looked around the Taoist temple.
There is a dilapidated house, an old tree, and an old stone bench, but there is an unfinished chess game on the stone table.
This should be the former site of Qingyun Temple. Not many people live here anymore. It’s impossible for that real person to be here, right?
She always suspected that the beggars on the street were scammers, but she still spent a lot of money to try her luck.
I didn't expect that there was only such a ragged old Taoist. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like the famous Taoist Xuanqing.
"Old man, please speak up. Is Master Xuanqing here?"
The old Taoist with white beard sat up, picked up a palm-leaf fan to block the light from above his head, and looked at the two of them with a smile.
Hey! I'm hiding here, and someone's still looking for me.
Well, since you're here, it means we're destined to meet.
"There is no such thing as Xuanqing Zhenren, there is only me, the old Taoist priest. Are you here to tell fortunes or calculate family matters?"
Qi Caiwei shook her head and said, "Forget it if there is none."
Jiang Zijin also felt a little uneasy. Both this old man and this dilapidated Taoist temple were very strange.
The way the old man looked at her made her feel uncomfortable.
Pulling her mother out, she said, "Mom, let's go. Let's not count it."
Qi Caiwei looked around, but there was still no one there, not even a little Taoist boy. She guessed that the old Taoist and the beggar might be in cahoots.
He thought he might have accomplices, so he left without any intention of staying any longer.
Hearing the old Taoist's voice behind him, he quickened his pace...
"My friend is born into a noble family..."
“But destiny and cultivation are both indispensable. One must accumulate good deeds and move heaven… Do not do evil, but practice all good. Then no evil will come to you, and you will always be protected by auspicious spirits…”[1]
The old Taoist stood at the door, waving a palm-leaf fan, watching the backs of the two people walking away.
He sighed deeply, "Why didn't you listen to what others said? This girl's fate has changed. What a pity..."
"What a pity?"
Note [1] Taken from the Yinzhiwen of Emperor Wenchang
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