A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

"What's the painting like?" The gray-robed woman took the painting, and the more she looked at it, the weirder her expression became: "Who would use this kind of painting to pretend to be Jiuzhu, with a bad mind?"

"What about the letter?"

"I haven't read it yet." The green-robed woman found the letter and handed it to her directly: "Senior sister, this."

The two got together, and after reading the letter, they both fell silent.

"The brain of the mastermind behind the scenes is really not very good." The woman in green robe, that is, Jiuzhu's second master threw the envelope on the stone table: "How could Jiuzhu, our family, be bullied by the palace maid and eunuch? cry……"

"Well." The master turned his head and glanced at the dilapidated Taoist temple: "The roof of our Taoist temple should be turned over. It's rare to find a liar, so I can't let him run away."

"This..." Second Master hesitated: "Will it scare him away?"

"It's all coming, how can you just leave."

The messenger waited at the foot of the mountain for two days. When he went to the Taoist temple again, he saw the woman he had seen two days ago from a distance. He was standing at the end of the road anxiously waiting for him. When he saw him, the woman seemed to be relaxed. Take a breath.

"Master, ?? You have read the letter from the princess, ?? What are your plans?"

"Miss Ming was raised by us, how can I bear to watch her suffer in Beijing." The woman looked anxious: "Is the lord treating her badly?"

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"Hey, King Chen has always been arrogant and domineering, and has a bad relationship with the civil servants. The princess is a daughter of the Ming family, so how could the prince treat her sincerely?" deal with.

"I want to go to the capital to see her quickly."

The messenger's eyes lit up.

"But……"

"But what?" The messenger's heart was raised, and His Highness specifically explained that the Taoist priest who adopted Ming Jiuzhu must be brought into Beijing, so that Ming Jiuzhu could be turned into a chess piece in His Highness's hand.

"But my senior sister is weak. If I take her to Beijing, I'm afraid her body won't be able to endure it. But leaving her here alone, there is a shortage of food and oil in the mountains, and even the roof is still leaking, so I can't rest assured."

"These are all trivial matters. The grain, oil, rice, and noodles, and the renovation of the Taoist temple are all left to me." The messenger thought, as long as he could coax people to the capital, renovating the Taoist temple would be a trivial matter.

"How can I make you spend money..."

"Don't want to say that, the wangfei is a great benefactor, and what is it to renovate the Taoist temple for the wangfei's master?" The messenger folded his fist: "Please wait a moment, master, I will go down the mountain to prepare."

"Good faith, good faith..."

The messenger kept walking, fearing that if he slowed down, the female priest would regret it.

Two hours later, the messenger brought a group of workers up the mountain and started beating and beating, and even the weeds on the mountain path were cut clean.

"Please rest assured, Daoist, within five days, your view will be completely new."

"Thank you for the good faith." The woman smiled: "Since the good faith came to the Taoist temple, why not follow the poor Taoist to the temple?"

"Master, please."

Stepping into the main hall, the messenger found that the dilapidated main hall actually enshrines the statue of Sanqing. Except for Sanqing, there are no other statues, and it looks very simple and shabby.

"Let Shanxin laugh, the Taoist temple is poor, and there is no money to draw a golden statue for Tianzun." The woman took the incense and handed it to him: "Shanxin, please."

The three statues look very old, but not broken. When the messenger knelt on the futon, he always felt that the three statues were looking at him.

He hurriedly put on the incense, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the deity: "Daoist, I am willing to paint gold for the deity."

Before he set off, the front man gave him two hundred taels of silver. If he spends it like this, he will beg for food before the capital.

But in order to cheat the trust of the female Taoist priest, the money must be paid.

That night, he flew a pigeon to pass a letter, begging the front to let him be placed under Lingzhou's men and send him money.

This broken Taoism is too expensive.

Four days later, the messenger squeezed the empty purse, looked at the statue of Sanqing deity all painted in gold, filled the room with grain, oil, rice, noodles, new furniture, and newly painted walls, and squeezed out a hard smile: "More If you delay for a day, the princess will suffer for a day, and the Taoist priest will go back to Beijing today."

"Okay." The woman nodded: "There is a flower field behind the Taoist temple. Miss Ming liked these flowers the most when she was a child. You can pick some if you want."

The messenger wanted to say that no matter how beautiful those flowers were, they would be broken when they were sent back to the capital.

"Okay, please wait a moment." It doesn't matter, as long as he can follow him back to Beijing, he can bear it.

"Thank you."

The woman watched him walk into the flowers behind the Taoist temple and smiled as he fell to the ground.

"Look at my memory, I forgot to remind you, these flowers... are poisonous, and they attract coma." She walked to the fainted messenger, took out hemp rope from her bosom, and tied the person firmly , drag out the flowers.

"According to Dacheng's rules, you who pretend to be the subordinates of the royal family, cheat and do evil, serve at least ten years and as many as twenty years." The second master clapped his hands and kicked the unconscious messenger with his feet. , looked up and asked the master sitting on the roof: "Senior sister, are the Yamen people here?"

"It's almost here." She ate the snacks that the messenger bought up the mountain, and said with emotion, "This kind of liar with stupid brains and money is really easy to use."

"Yeah." The second master nodded: "It would be nice to have two more next time."

Such a good liar is hard to come by.

"His Royal Highness." The blue-clothed eunuch hurriedly walked into the courtyard, saw the Fourth Prince and Concubine also, and bowed in a proper manner: "Please, Your Highness, and

Princess An. "

"No gift." Yun Yanze turned his head to Sun Caiyao and said, "Dishes, the peach blossoms are blooming just right outside, you can ask Bai Shao to accompany you to see it."

"Okay." Sun Caiyao remembered this eunuch. Half a month ago, he was the one who told His Royal Highness the address of Ming Jiuzhu's fostering Taoist temple.

"What happened?" When Sun Caiyao left, the smile on Yun Yanze's face disappeared.

"Eleven was thrown into prison."

"What?" Yun Yanze thought there was something wrong with his ears: "What's going on?"

"He... he was exposed." The blue-clothed eunuch shrank his neck: "Princess Chen's master, after discovering that he was a liar, went to the yamen reporter to arrest him."

"Two veterans from deep mountains and forests, even if they found out that something was wrong with him, he should take the opportunity to escape, how could they still have the opportunity to report to the officials?" Yun Yanze took a deep breath: "Let him keep his mouth shut. ."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, we have already arranged this."

"Don't worry?" Yun Yanze seemed to have heard a joke. He looked at the blue-clothed eunuch mockingly: "How can you make me feel at ease?"

All of them are well-trained secret guards, but they are brought into the official yamen by the old woman, which is simply a joke.

Sun Caiyao was sitting in the large courtyard outside, and when she saw the blue-clothed eunuch come out dejected, she slowly lowered her eyelids: "Bai Shao, what do you think Ming Jiuzhu is good for?"

Bai Shao lowered her head: "I don't know what this servant is."

"You're not a man, of course you don't know." Sun Caiyao stood up and walked towards the peach forest that was said to have been planted by His Majesty for Empress Su.

Bai Shao followed behind her: "Princess Chen is with King Chen all day long. Even if she is really likable, it is to please King Chen. You don't have to think about how she pleases men."

"Aunt Bai Shao." Sun Caiyao stopped and turned to look at her: "You seem to be helping Ming Jiuzhu with these words?"

"The slaves don't dare, the slaves just don't want you to worry about unrelated people." Bai Shao bowed his knees: "Prince Concubine, the already married Concubine Chen, can never be a threat to you."

"Yeah, she was never." Sun Caiyao seemed to be suddenly discouraged, she stood outside the peach forest, she knew that all this had nothing to do with Ming Jiuzhu.

But besides blaming her, who else can you blame?

Blame yourself, or blame Your Highness?

The man in white on the horse back then was so splendid. Her boring, regular and tasteless life was the first time she secretly chose to be heartbroken.

"The peach blossoms are thankful."

"Reluctant to spend your thanks?"

"Flowers bloom and fade regularly. I'm just counting. I can eat peaches in a few months."

"come over."

"What are you doing here?"

"Jump up, I'll carry you."

"Will it be seen by others?"

"I see it when I see it. This king is just right to carry his own daughter-in-law. Who dares to talk too much?"

"Okay!" Jiuzhu threw herself on King Chen's back and put her head on his back shoulder. She just took two steps and covered her head: "His Royal Highness, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, my hair is hung by a peach branch. stay."

Sun Caiyao looked under the peach blossom tree, her hair was messed up by the peach branches, and finally she and Chen Wang exchanged glances at Ming Jiuzhu, who smirked, and took a few steps back silently to prevent them from discovering herself.

"Blame me, it's too tall." King Chen looked at the strand of hair on Jiuzhu's head that was sloping to the front of his face, looked away and forcibly smiled, and stretched his head in front of her: "Otherwise, I'll give you a pull on the hair. "

"Don't, it hurts to pull." Jiu Zhu blew her messy hair and held King Chen's hand: "Forget it, you'd better take me back."

The few palace maids and eunuchs behind them were all laughing secretly.

King Chen glanced at these snickering palace servants, bent over and hugged her: "Let's go, let's go back to the palace, don't give them a smile."

Jiuzhu rested her head on his chest, and laughed out loud first.

Sun Caiyao saw peach blossoms falling all over them one after another, as if such beauty, such excitement, and such happiness should belong to them.

It is a sin to even disturb this warmth.

"Bai Shao." Sun Caiyao looked at Bai Shao in a trance: "I..."

I am jealous of her.

Realizing this, Sun Caiyao was ashamed and ashamed.

Since when did she become so ugly?

Back at the Qilin Palace, Jiuzhu took a nap, and King Chen was sent to Taiyang Palace. She sat in front of the mirror and did her make-up.

"Invite them in."

Outside the Qilin Palace, Concubine Zhang repeatedly told her daughter not to provoke Princess Chen.

"That's a ruthless man who could not change his face and stabbed a doll with his own birthdate with a needle." Every time he recalled this scene, Zhang Concubine's legs trembled.

She has always bullied the soft and feared the hard, and Ming Jiuzhu was the tough guy who scared her.

A woman who likes to speak harshly is not really ruthless, someone like Ming Jiuzhu is really ruthless.

"Concubine Mu, you don't need to stress anymore, I have already remembered it." Roude looked at the plaque of the Qilin Palace, she was more afraid of the younger brother Yun Duqing than Ming Jiuzhu.

"His Royal Highness Princess, Concubine Zhang, our princess has an invitation."

Roude knew that Ming Jiuzhu didn't want to talk to her. After meeting each other to greet each other, she said straight to the point: "I'm here this time to thank my brother and sister."

The matter of witchcraft is the most taboo method in the palace. If Ming Jiuzhu hadn't said a few words about the witchcraft doll as useless rag dolls, I don't know how many palace people would have been involved, and she and her mother would have been involved.

The concubine can't sit here properly today.

"Princess don't need to thank me, I'm just telling the truth." Jiuzhu put down the teacup: "Princess don't take it to heart."

"Actually, I'm here today, and there's one more thing I want to tell my younger brother and sister." Roude said: "There is a fellow palace maid by my side who is working in the palace province. She received news not long ago that someone was inquiring about the handwriting of her younger brother and sister. I was inquiring about the location of the Taoist temple where my younger brother and sister were fostered when they were in Lingzhou."

"I don't know the intention of the people behind it. I told my younger brother and sister about this. I just wanted my younger brother and sister to take precautions." Princess Roude stood up: "The words have been brought to you, I will leave first."

There are no secrets in the palace that will never be known, only those who are willing to keep them secret.

"Thank you princess for telling me." Jiuzhu stood up.

"No need to thank you, you helped my mother-in-law a lot, and I gave you a piece of news that I found out. I earned it."

If you owe favor in the palace, you can't be too late.

When Concubine Zhang and Princess Roude left, the Spring Equinox whispered beside Jiuzhu, "Miss, Princess Roude may know who is checking you."

"That's not important." Jiuzhu stroked her chin: "I just find it strange that these things can be found by just going to Qintian Prison. Why bother to go to the temple to check?"

If someone with such a poor mind really has the intention of plotting against the two masters...

"Supreme Taiyi Du'e Tianzun." Jiuzhu chanted a family slogan.

If someone really finds the master, that is the cause and effect between them and the master.

They sow the cause, and the masters bear the fruit.

Without delaying each other.