The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Xie Qiao was taken aback by the manager's words, and he was a little helpless: "You mean... invite me over, not your master's advice?"

"How could the master take care of these things, it's all done by our subordinates." The manager smiled shyly, "I'm not too young to believe in the master! I also bought the talismans in your shop, and I really walked past them earlier. One fortune!"

Xie Qiao laughed dryly.

At this time, the Taoist priest next to her glanced at her.

At that glance, he was arrogant and proud, as if Xie Qiao was a liar who came to eat and drink.

It is true that this Taoist priest also depends on her face and age. She turned into Mo Chusheng, and her positioning was forty years old, but she only painted her face and hands, and her hair was black, which lowered her age.

Moreover, Mo Chusheng's appearance is considered ordinary, although he has the feeling of an expert outside the world, but because he is young and a Kun Taoist priest, he does not seem to be more intimidating than the Taoist priest next to him.

But Xie Qiao didn't think much about it.

The deposit has been received, this time, you still need to be more careful.

Xie Qiao looked down at Nobita, and saw that he was hugged in his arms, which made him bold.

After a while, at the main hall, Xie Qiao saw an old couple, about sixty years old.

Both of them were dressed differently.

They glanced at Xie Qiao and the three of them, and finally passed over Xie Qiao, their eyes fell on the other two and said, "Please come here, masters, mainly for my young son. I don't know how the three are called?"

"The poor monk's name is Puchen." The monk looked unpredictable.

"Pin Daoyuan Changzi." The Taoist looked at the person in front of him and said in a proper manner.

"Mo Chusheng." Xie Qiao also simply reported his name.

He raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him, and saw that this person had a very good face.

Hemu Haikou, food for thousands of minutes, this person has a wide and long court, a princely appearance, a heavy chin, and a bit of northern arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, but it is not very obvious... Xie Qiao already knew it. .

This person must be King Ningbei, the cousin of the current saint.

This King of Ningbei had been in the northern fief earlier and returned to Beijing a few years ago.

This King of Ningbei is also a famous infatuated person. It is said that he has a strong relationship with the princess and his wife. After marrying the princess, he did not accept the second sex for many years. Until he was forty and childless, he accepted a few concubines to inherit the lineage.

After giving birth to the eldest son, all the other concubines were condemned to leave, only the mother of the eldest son became a side concubine.

It is said that when the princess was fifty, the old mussel gave birth to pearls and got a young son.

This heir is the heart and soul of King Ningbei, and he has always held it in his heart.

The prince had been in the fief earlier, but when he returned to Beijing this time, the youngest son had been sick all the time. The doctors in Beijing had been invited by King Ningbei again and again, but it still didn't work out. Some people said that the palace had already started to organize the funeral for the youngest son.

It is estimated that this time to find them, it should be for this little prince, right?

Xie Qiao guessed it in his heart, but didn't ask directly.

The King of Ningbei sat there with a heavy face, and said, "My child has been sick for several months and has not been well. Today, I invited the masters to come and take a look, but what happened?"

In this case, it is not about Feng Shui, but about people.

The husband and wife did not talk nonsense, and took the three directly to the inner room.

The old princess was originally very dignified, but after seeing the child, a tired and distressed look appeared in her eyes. She sat in front of the bed and touched her son's hair.

To have such a son at the age of fifty, naturally, he loves him in every possible way.

When Xie Qiao entered the room, a strong smell of medicine came over him.

In addition to the medicinal smell, there is a little more dissonance.

"Has the young master always lived in this room?" Yuan Changzi asked.

"That's right, we lived in the Northland earlier, and on the way back, my child felt a little uncomfortable. I just thought it was typhoid fever, and it was cured like this, but for some reason, my health was getting worse and worse. I got out of bed and walked around twice, and now... I can only lie in bed and drink a few sips of liquid food."