The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Yuan Changzi was a little flustered in his heart.

The one he offended, don't be a big man...or a big man's apprentice...

However, he was really aggrieved. He had never heard of a Taoist priest surnamed Mo in this capital, but he was a famous Taoist priest outside. They would have heard of it.

A string in Yuan Changzi's heart suddenly snapped.

Mo?

Mo Lingzi, that Mo?

Yuan Changzi's face was strange for a moment, then he was silent, and silently wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, looking quite pitiful.

The monk glanced at him, expressing comfort, and then knocked on the wooden fish and walked away.

Xie Qiaoren was in the inn, had a meal, and took a nap, and then heard someone calling the door, the steward was sweating profusely, with a adoring smile on his face: "Master Mo, I know you are the best when you are young! Our master is looking for you now, and Ben also said that he would come to pick you up in person, and the person who is inseparable from the little master ordered me to come, can you still be convenient now?"

This businessman is very eloquent.

Xie Qiao nodded lightly: "I'm in good spirits at the moment."

"Then..." The steward grinned, "I've prepared a carriage and horse for you, little one. My master is the King of Ningbei, and the lord pays attention to it. Although no one came, his special carriage and horse are waiting below... …”

Xie Qiao smiled: "Let's go."

After taking the money, she didn't need to take Joe.

But this prince's carriage is really good.

There are also soft cotton pillows inside, and incense sticks, the smell is not very strong, it is very restful, and there is a little girl kneeling next to it, helping to add tea and water at any time.

When he left, he was disheartened, but when he came back, he was quite taken seriously, and was greeted directly by Ning Beiwang and his wife.

"Master Mo, it was this king who was wrong just now. I hope Master will forgive me." The king no longer has any dignity.

"It's okay, most people in the world do this." Xie Qiao said as a matter of course.

In the past, when she was in Taoism, she would be despised by others.

King Ningbei breathed a sigh of relief: "Your yellow talisman is really useful. After I put it on, my face is much better, and my breath is calmer than before. I just asked the doctor to see it. The doctor said that if it can be like this, it can be healed..."

"So, Master, do you still have this talisman?" He added another sentence.

Xie Qiao shook his head: "I can't use it anymore, I can't let the little prince live forever with this yellow talisman, do you think?"

"That's true, but I don't know... can it be cured?" King Ningbei asked tentatively.

If it can't be cured, even if he sticks to this yellow talisman every day, he must keep his son's life!

In his life, he only gave birth to two children, and the eldest son... is only for the purpose of inheriting the lineage.

Although it is also very good, but I just can't like it, unlike Yuzhi, which makes him really love him.

"Let's take another look." Xie Qiao said, then looked around and found that Yuan Changzi was there, but the monk was gone.

Yuan Changzi met her gaze and looked to the side with a guilty conscience.

"The suffocation is heavier, and the resentful soul is not happy." Xie Qiao muttered.

Yuan Changzi looked strange.

He knew that the resentful soul fought him in vain. Although he won, he would be unhappy when his authority was provoked.

It's just that this Master Mo is a little strange, as if he can see the resentful soul.

Thinking of this, Yuan Changzi frowned. He has practiced for so many years and has not opened his heavenly eyes. Occasionally, he only uses cow tears or some magic tools to do things. Could it be that this Master Mo is young and already familiar with it. yin and yang?