A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

"Xianzhang, I don't know what the astrological fate in your mouth is?" The Ming family was terrified when they heard it, but they were afraid that they would ask more questions and cause trouble to the two immortals. After holding back for a long time, Shen Ying, who is also a woman, spoke. Asked.

"Oh." The chief avenue raised his head to look at the sky: "It is something that may change at any time. Bend down to pick up a leaf, and say a word, it may change."

Ming's family is even more confused.

"A person in his life, but do good deeds, don't ask the way forward." Dao Chang laughed: "Life and death have a fixed number, and there is no fixed number, all within a single thought."

The Ming family understood that this is the realm of an expert. It doesn't matter if they don't understand it, as long as Jiuzhu won't have an accident.

"Beijing feng shui is not good for our practice, so tomorrow we will return to Lingzhou." The chief of the avenue said to the Ming family to make a Taoist ceremony: "You don't have to entertain us, go to rest."

"The two immortal elders, Jiuzhu miss you very much. Please live in the capital for a few days and reminisce with Jiuzhu." Ming Jiyuan saw that the two immortal elders were about to leave, and asked to stay: "I will go to the palace early tomorrow morning. Send the letter, let Jiuzhu go out of the palace to meet you."

"Tomorrow's business, wait until tomorrow, let's go to sleep first." The chief yawned. The people in Beijing are not good at this. One can stay up all night better than one. It's too late, and one is more energetic.

"Don't dare to disturb the immortal elders to rest, please go here." Ming Jiyuan rested, and the two immortal elders didn't say bluntly to leave, indicating that they wanted to see Jiuzhu.

Just as dawn broke, Jiuzhu woke up from her dream, she looked at the gorgeous bed net, and then she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Wake up so early?" Yun Duqing stretched out his hand to embrace her waist, vaguely said: "Sleep for a while."

"His Royal Highness, I dreamed of Master."

Hearing the longing and low mood in Jiuzhu's tone, Yun Duqing opened his eyes, sat up and took the quilt to wrap herself and Jiuzhu: "Do you miss them?"

"I dreamed that they were carrying a large pot of medicine and chasing after me desperately." Jiuzhu shivered: "The last time I had such a terrible dream, it was the time I secretly poured the medicine."

"Ming Xiaozhu, you were very skinny when you were a child, and you dared to secretly pour medicine." Seeing her guilty conscience, Yun Duqing stretched out her hand and messed up her long hair: "Sleep for another half an hour, and I will accompany you later. Go home to visit his father-in-law."

"Okay." Jiuzhu rolled towards his chest in a daze, and lay back on the bed, not forgetting to pull up the quilt to cover Yun Duqing's exposed arms.

Being so tossed by her, Yun Duqing lost her sleepiness. He looked sideways at Ming Xiaozhu, who was sleeping peacefully, and he laughed angrily. He really deserves to be Xiaozhu, and sleeps as soon as he says he sleeps.

He put on his clothes lightly and instructed Yang Yiduo to prepare a carriage so that he would go to Ming's house with the princess.

"His Royal Highness." Yang Yiduo hesitated: "You just canonized the prince, and you took the prince to the Ming minister's house. The younger one is afraid that other courtiers will think you are close to Yue's house."

"You still need them to think about this kind of thing?" Yun Duqing asked with an air of expression, "Isn't it a fact?"

Yang Yiduo was so stunned that he couldn't speak for a long while because of his righteousness.

Having said that, it can sometimes...not be so straightforward.

"His Royal Highness, the officials of the Zhan Shifu have been selected. Can you see them today?" Yang Yiduo gave up the question just now and referred to the Zhan Shifu which had just been assembled.

It stands to reason that the officials of the Zhan Shifu will choose several confidant counselors of the prince to come in. However, since their Royal Highness has just become a prince and has no habit of cultivating counselors and friends, all officials in the whole Zhan Shifu will be fully assigned by His Majesty and his majesty. The staff decided that His Highness himself didn't bother at all.

"Even if you don't see it, I can guess it. They must be acquaintances in the capital. Seeing or not seeing it is the same thing. There is no need to toss people back and forth." Yun Duqing waved his hand generously: "Just wait for them to see you again in three days. ."

It is said that the new official has three fires. Your Royal Highness is too lazy to even light the fire?

"Okay, I will send someone to everyone's house to post a message."

The officials who were about to go to Zhan Shifu heard that his Royal Highness was not in a hurry to see them. Not only did he not feel relieved, but he was even more anxious.

The staff and your majesty arranged for them to serve in the prince's mansion. The prince was unwilling to see them in advance. I wonder if he was dissatisfied with them or did not trust their abilities?

It is easiest to think about it if you can stay in the capital as an official. They thought about it, but couldn't get the answer, so they could only gather their energy and wait for the prince to show off their skills in the Prince's Zhan Shifu and let the prince treat him differently.

Yun Duqing, who had been speculated by countless Zhan Shifu officials, had already rode a carriage at this moment and followed Jiuzhu to the gate of Ming's house, and met Ming Jiyuan who was about to enter the palace to preach a message.

"Sister, you came back just right." Ming Jiyuan was overjoyed: "Your master is at our house. Go and see them!"

Ming Xiaozhu’s master has arrived?

Yun Duqing subconsciously lowered her head to look at what she was wearing today, whether there was anything inappropriate.

Hearing that Master had arrived in the capital, Jiu Zhu was pulling Yun Duqing and preparing to rush into the gate, but he did not pull him.

"Your Highness?" She turned to look at him in surprise.

"Ah, it's okay, let's go." Yun Duqing adjusted his clothes and was about to walk into the house gracefully, but Jiuzhu pulled him like a gust of wind and blew into the inner courtyard of the Ming family.

"Master, second master!" Seeing the masters, Jiuzhu let go of his hands and flew into the arms of the two Taoist masters who were eating breakfast.

The two Taoist masters raised the bowl with one hand and held the jiujiu with the other. The porridge in the bowl did not spill a bit: "Slow down, and don't let the porridge spill."

"I miss you so much." Jiuzhu didn't care about the porridge, rubbing against the two of them.

Yun Duqing helped the crown, straightened the sleeves, walked to the two of them, and gave a gift to the younger generation: "Junior Yunduqing, I have seen two masters."

"His Royal Highness does not need to be polite." The chief of the avenue pushed the Zhuzhu onto the chair and sat down, took a cake from the table and stuffed it in her hand, turned his head and smiled at Yun Duqing and nodded: "His Royal Highness, please sit down."

Although the two of them are wild and wild Taoists, they are neither humble nor overbearing in the face of Yun Duqing. They only have a friendly look, which seems to have a good impression of him.

"Jiuzhu often mentions His Royal Highness in letters." The Second Daoist also took a piece and handed it to Yun Duqing, acting exactly the same as when the road chief had just coaxed Jiuzhu: "It is better to see it after hearing it. "

"Thank you for the praise, Master." Yun Duqing brought a stool and squeezed down beside Jiuzhu, holding the cake the second master gave him and began to nibble.

The Ming family looked at each other, and silently exited the house, leaving the house to the two masters and Jiuzhu Yunduqing.

"I'm fat." Er Daochang squeezed the baby fat on Jiuzhu's face: "It seems that you have a good meal after returning to Beijing."

"Second Master, the elders of other people's families, they like to say that they have lost weight when they see their children." Jiuzhu covered her face and hid her head into Yun Duqing's arms.

Yun Duqing smiled politely at Er Daochang, and covered Jiuzhu with a wide sleeve.

"Tsk." Er Daochang retracted his hand and continued to lower his head to pick up rice.

The chief of the avenue noticed Yun Duqing's move to protect Jiuzhu without hesitation, and put down his chopsticks: "Seeing you have a good time, your second master and I are relieved. Two days later, we will set off for Lingzhou."

"Master." Jiuzhu reached out and grabbed her sleeves: "You and the second master will live in the capital for a while, okay?"

"Beijing Fengshui is not good." The chief of the road looked at Yun Duqing calmly: "I can't get used to staying with your second master."

"You are in Beijing this time to see if I am doing well?" Lingzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, and the two masters waded through the mountains and rivers just to see her.

"You think it's pretty beautiful." Er Daochang stretched out his hand to poke Jiuzhu's forehead. Seeing Yun Duqing's distressed and unstoppable appearance, he bent his finger and gently tapped on her head: "Someone pays a lot of money to invite us. If we do things, we will stop by and see you."

Jiuzhu didn't believe it. The two masters were too lazy to even wash the bowls. How could they run so far to do things for others in order to make money.

But she didn't break through, just stretched out her hand and gently took the hands of the two masters.

"Little pig, you can talk to the two masters, and I will go out to talk with my father-in-law." Yun Duqing stood up and bowed to the two Taoist leaders. When they closed the door for them, he saw the eyes of the two Taoists. In, full of love for Jiuzhu.

Instead of looking for Ming Jingzhou, he stood under the pomegranate tree in the yard, looked up at the pomegranate flower that had bloomed, and smiled softly.

Standing outside the yard, Ming Jiyuan noticed this scene, and stopped when he stepped into the yard. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and came under the fence of the yard, and called Ming Cunfu who was studying hard through the wall.

"Brother, if you have anything to say quickly, don't delay my entrance to the imperial examination." Ming Cunfu leaned against the wall, but his eyes did not leave the book.

"Nothing, just want someone to stand with me."

Look, how pitiful a man without a daughter-in-law is, there is no one to accompany him.

"What is the look in your eyes?" Ming Jiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"The look of worship." Ming Cunfu glanced at the wall bricks that were crushed by Ming Jiyuan, and swallowed: "Brother, this is envious of you being admitted to the imperial examination. Unlike me, you are kept in the courtyard every day. Study hard."

"You said..." Ming Jiyuan didn't care about him: "What is fate?"

"Fate?" Ming Cunfu was confused by the endorsement. Hearing this sentence, he said without thinking: "It's probably because I got up in the morning and hungry, but I want to eat buns but only dumplings, or if I want to eat buns, there are buns Eat. The former is regret, the latter is consummation."

"You're right." Ming Jiyuan nodded suddenly: "Sixth brother sees you well."

Seeing Ming Jiyuan who turned and left, Ming Cunfu was confused. What was the irritation of the third brother?

"Mother, Du Qingke sent someone to send this thing." Jing Wang put a book in Wei Jieyu's hands: "He said that yesterday's affairs were due to poor servants, not what he wanted. You are here. What you want."

Wei Jieyu sneered. She couldn't believe Du Qingke's words.

Open the book, this is a storybook.

It is written in the script that the two bloodlines left over from the previous dynasties became a monk, raised an apprentice, let the apprentice seduce the prince, and finally brought trouble to the dynasty and avenged the ancestors.

"What a mess..."

Wei Jieyu closed the book and was about to throw it away. Suddenly she looked very excited and turned to look at King Jing: "My son, you said that if someone assassinates the empress, all the evidence points to Ming Jiuzhu, what will happen?"

Jing Wang was about to speak, Wei Jieyu raised his hand to interrupt him: "No, there is also Du Qingke. If I remember correctly, the Du family is an old family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Before the death of the previous dynasty, they were already Noble family."

It is a good show for the family head of the family to join hands with the crown princess to avenge the former dynasty, which has been perished for two hundred years.

Affected by Ming Jiuzhu, Yunduqing is absolutely impossible to become the next emperor.

"It will be a mang species in a few days. The emperor and Su Meidai will go to the suburbs of Beijing to attend the Anmiao sacrifice ceremony." Wei Jieyu kept the script in the brazier and watched it burn into ashes: "Tell Du Qingke and let him arrange the assassins Okay, I will arrange for people to cooperate with him inside and outside."

"Mother concubine, father emperor and queen Su are surrounded by guards. I am afraid the assassination will not succeed.

"Success is not important. What is important is that the main messenger of this assassination is Ming Jiuzhu and Du Qingke." Wei Jieyu took a pot of tea and poured it on the burnt ashes: "If Queen Su could die in the hands of the assassin , The prince and the prince concubine each other, I will be happier."

"I understand what the mother concubine means." Jing Wang widow's plain and mediocre face, coldly and quietly, did not hide the slightest.

Under Jiuzhu's obsession, the date of the two Taoist leaders' departure from Beijing was set after the Mangkin Festival.

What moved them was the delicacies of the Mang Chong Festival.

Cultivators don’t emphasize their appetites, they are not greedy, it is a taste of the world.

The Anmiao sacrificial ceremony of the Mang Chong Festival has the meaning of praying for abundance of grains and peace of the people, so every day it is especially lively.

Empress Su put on a phoenix robe, and when she was picking jewelry, she saw the peach gourd carved by Jiuzhu himself in the box.

The peach wood gourd is round and lovely. She picked up the gourd and tied it around her waist.

"Manny, wearing this today...isn't it inappropriate?"

"Why is it inappropriate?" Su Empress touched the gourd and said with a smile: "Today, I pray to the gods for blessing. This gourd has a good meaning. It is full of blessings when worn on the body, and the meaning is good."

Xiangjian smiled: "Yes, yes, things that the princess sculpted by himself are naturally good. Wearing it will not invade all evils, and will turn good luck in every case, full of blessings and awe-inspiring."

Up and down the Mingyue Palace, everyone knows that the empress is very fond of the prince, so the people in the palace who were serving on heard this and laughed.

The atmosphere is very jovial.

"Don't laugh, go to the Kylin Palace and see if the Princess is ready." Su Hou smiled: "The Princess is the first to participate in this kind of sacrificial ceremony, and the court officer will arrange for the Princess and the prince. Stand behind me. I and Du Qing will take care of her, lest she be nervous."

After that, she lowered her head and rubbed the peach gourd around her waist: "By the way, give them a change of clothes. After the Anmiao sacrifice, some newlyweds will go to the mud fight. I see that the two of them will definitely get together. This is lively."