Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"Neither did you hear?" Song Qingyu frowned and looked at Ziqin who was on the side. Ziqin nodded, "The slave servant has been guarding the door just now, but I didn't hear a sound, madam!"

Seeing Ziqin's such sincere and fearful look, Song Qingyu felt uneasy now.

"What's the matter, madam? Why don't you let me wait in and check?" The leading guard raised his head and looked at Song Qingyu, and Song Qingyu looked at each other.

Song Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, and said, "If there is nothing wrong, go down."

The leading guard seemed to feel a little bit disappointed in his heart, but he didn't dare to be beaked and led people down.

Song Qingyu was still in shock at this moment and dared not fall asleep, so Ziqin turned on the light in the house.

"Just now you were guarding the door, really didn't even hear the slightest sound?" She touched her chest, still looking at Ziqin in disbelief.

"Yeah, Madam, Madam Cai opened the door suddenly and frightened the servants. Did Madam have a nightmare again?" Seeing Ziqin's appearance, Song Qingyu felt his whole body stand up.

She couldn't help tightening her tights, and said, "Have you noticed that the mansion has been a little colder these days?"

Ziqin nodded, "Yeah, I heard that Yayuan is also haunted, and the old lady hasn't been well. These few days, the maids have said that there is Yin Chong in the mansion, so that's it." Then, Zi Qin Ye looked out the window stubbornly, with some panic in his eyes.

"What nonsense? What kind of Yin Chong!" Song Qingyu was frightened by these words, and immediately panicked in his heart.

"It's the slave and the slave!" Ziqin gave himself two mouthfuls, and then smiled flatly, "But don't worry, Madam, things like Yin Chong are indebted, and we have not done anything. If you feel bad, you won't find it in our heads."

Song Qingyu had a chill in her heart as she said this. She stared at Ziqin coldly, only to find that the maid’s face was not deliberate, "Where are the people who have been wronged? That's it!"

Ziqin waved his hand at this moment and said, "Madam, you can't talk nonsense, this Yin Chong, I've seen it... It's all said that Yin Chong treats others just to frighten others, but treat this harm. People who have lost their own... will be dragged down and buried together!"

Her voice suddenly increased, and Song Qingyu was shocked, "You girl, nonsense!" Although she said that, her heart became more and more confused.

Sleepless all night.

Song Qingyu came to the old lady's yard early the next morning.

"Mother, I have already found a mage, and I can do things today." Song Qingyu's face was a little pale, as he looked at the old lady and said.

The old lady didn't notice the black green right now, her eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and she said, "Let's go. Just, do it today, isn't it a bit too hasty?"

"The birth day of Siyi Niang is coming soon, my daughter-in-law thought, this matter has been done earlier, and she will feel at ease sooner." Song Qingyu smiled, but she was flustered. Strange things happened frequently these few days, making her uneasy.

"So, that's fine. Which mage did you invite?" The old lady sighed and asked.

"This... my daughter-in-law is a mage invited in a small temple, lest it spread out and lose the gossip of the Xiangfu." Song Qingyu hesitated, the temple is so dilapidated, if the old lady knew about it, she would be dissatisfied. .

But as soon as the words came out, the old lady's brows frowned, "Gossip? If we are a mage in our house, what can we talk about?"

Song Qingyu's eyes rolled, "Xue'er's fate spread throughout the capital at that time. If we now invite the Master to come with great fanfare, I'm afraid..."

Sure enough, the old lady had some impatience in her eyes. Indeed, everyone knows that Du Xuechun was sent to the country back then, and everyone knows that it was an old monk who gave him his life. Now it's hard for Du Xuechun to marry someone. If Xiangfu now invites a mage with great fanfare, it will be detrimental to Du Xuechun's reputation.

"That's all, you can arrange it. Remember, don't run into my unborn grandson." The old lady stared at Song Qingyu without a trace of emotion in her eyes, and the warning was undoubtedly revealed.

Song Qingyu was like a knuckle in his throat, and could only give up with a low smile.

An hour later, five monks gathered at the gate of Xiangfu.

The leading abbot looked at the magnificent door and sighed, "A sin, a sin."

"Abbot, what are you sighing? This is a good thing! Our temple will have incense in the future." The round-faced monk smiled at the abbot, looking naïve.

The abbot just shook his head, "Finally, nothing. Everything is fate."

"Abbot, I look at the red light on the mansion, doesn't it seem like something is going on?" The monk next to him looked at the mansion and asked a little strangely.

The abbot also looked at it and said, "This mansion is facing very well. If nothing else, Xiangfu will be smooth sailing." Even he couldn't help sighing. Moreover, there must be a faint purple air above the mansion. The expensive man.

"I don't know what to do with us." The fat monk spread his hands, looking helpless.

When a few people chatted, Song Qingyu had already come to the door. After seeing a few monks, her eyes lit up, "Are the masters here?"

The abbot nodded politely, "I don't know which courtyard needs to be done?"

"My yard needs it. Moreover, the house is not peaceful these days, please ask the master to see it." Song Qingyu was following Madam Wang. The old lady did not follow her because she was in poor health. She just sent Madam Wang. Come and stare.

The abbot also understood the truth and nodded.

It was just that, after a round of inspections, even if Song Qingyu described the situation of hitting the ghosts vividly, the abbot did not notice the slightest strangeness. However, he had to send the arrow on the string, he could only do a ritual hastily to comfort Song Qingyu's heart.

"The abbot is a high monk. An aunt in our mansion is about to give birth. Please ask the abbot to see if this Yin Chong has hurt the fetus." At this time, Song Qingyu said without a smile. Mother Wang was just right by her side, so as not to say nothing about her.

Hearing Song Qingyu's words, the abbot knew that this was Song Qingyu's main purpose.

"I don't know which aunt is pregnant, can you let the old man take a look?" the abbot asked genuinely.

Madam Wang frowned, "Madam, the old lady said that this ritual should not disturb the eldest lady and the fourth aunt. What are you doing?"

Seeing that Grandma Wang was so shrewd, Song Qingyu smiled flatly, "Isn't this how haunted and haunted in recent days? If there is something unusual about the fetus in the womb, how can it be better? Let the master see to be more assured."

"Whether the fetus is okay, naturally there will be Wen Po and the eldest lady taking care of her. Madam invites a mage to come over, afraid that it is a bit unruly?" Madam Wang looked at Song Qingyu with a little dissatisfaction, not knowing what medicine Song Qingyu sold in the gourd.