Wishful Things

If it's never been there before, let's just pay it off. Now that she has lived in this Yuxiu Palace...then she can't lose this child no matter what!

"I must, no, I must, I must keep this child!" Concubine Jing gripped Ah Kui's wrist more forcefully, and even threatened incoherently: "If you don't help me, I will go and tell His Majesty that you did it deliberately, with ulterior motives... to murder the emperor's heir!"

Ah Kui's face turned pale upon hearing this.

What kind of sudden and innocent disaster is this?

...Is Concubine Jing crazy?

She could only persuade: "Your Majesty, please calm down. If you are emotionally unstable, if you are deeply sad and angry, it will be detrimental to raising the fetus... Madam, don't worry, this maid will definitely do her best."

Xu Mingyi, who was waiting outside the sleeping hall, faintly heard Concubine Jing's threat just now, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Being able to say such things, this concubine Jing really deserves a stupid and bad evaluation.

But these words should only be listened to as stupid words in a hurry.

Right and wrong, right and wrong, is not up to her to decide with her mouth.

Besides, if the other party really got to that point, he would definitely not have the guts to dare to offend the Duke of Zhen's government again.

In the dormitory, Akui reluctantly comforted Concubine Jing, and wrote the anti-abortion prescription.

But whether this prescription is useful or not, she knows very well in her heart.

Looking at the pulse just now, in fact, this prescription is unlikely to be useful...

But the girl had already confessed that no matter what, there was a prescription for a well-regulated anti-pregnancy prescription, and there was no need to say anything superfluous.

Concubine Jing leaned on the lilac-colored pillow, closed her trembling eyes, and tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

But the more she was like this, the more she felt pain in her lower abdomen, followed by rapidly spreading tension and fear sweeping her whole body.

At this time, a court lady whispered through the curtain: "Your Majesty, the National Teacher has arrived."

Concubine Jing immediately opened her eyes: "Come in, please!"

The maid answered "Yes" and withdrew.

A moment later, a Taoist wearing a Taoist uniform and holding a dust whisk entered the hall and stood still outside the bead curtain.

Xu Mingyi at the side subconsciously cast his gaze.

It turned out that this was Taoist Xuanqing, the current national teacher—the Taoist priest that Wu Chao had hired to cooperate with the acting.

Looking at her appearance, she does have a fairy-like appearance. If she didn't know how the other party entered the Xuanqing Palace and how she sat on the position of the national teacher, she might feel that there is indeed some Taoism under the skin.

But the facts proved that most of the real capable people were ugly people like Mr. Yao and Mr. Fang - there was a fortune-telling booth at the end of the street, and no one came forward to make a fortune for a long time. Finally, someone came to take a second look and clicked "another charlatan".

"National teacher, please take a good look at the Yuxiu Palace, which has been uninhabited for a long time, for this palace. Is there any evil thing..."

Concubine Jing's nervous voice came out through the bead curtain: "I heard that many years ago, a noble concubine of the former dynasty lived here, and she slipped a tire!"

The national teacher was worried when he heard it.

Former imperial concubine?

This must have been decades ago at least.

Why not simply count from the beginning of Pangu?

If you really want to calculate it like this, thousands of years ago, there is no place under your feet where no one died.

This concubine Jing invited him to come here four or five times, and he also pasted the place where the talisman should be pasted, and moved the decoration that should be moved... If this continues, he really has nothing to show for it.

As for whether there is something evil——

That must not exist.

Once you say yes, if you can't get rid of it, wouldn't you want to smash his signboard?

Although he carried this signboard on his shoulders, it was almost too much for him...

There is no way, the starting point is too high, and the signboard is too big and too heavy.

However, there is no successor, and there are no good works that can be produced except after the lightning strikes Fengtian Temple.

He even made a divination for His Majesty a few times, and almost overturned the car, thanks to him being rescued in time.

But even so, he could feel that His Majesty's attitude had begun to change, and he was not treated as highly as before, especially the old Taoist priests in the Xuanqing Palace, who were old enough to fight for the top position!

It's a day of internal and external troubles.

However, this concubine Jing is still so restless, as if she is staring at him.

But all came, and I had to say some ambiguous words to deal with it, and then asked the maid to put a basin of water in a corner of the hall, and told me to replace it with running water at noon every day.

"I don't know what is the purpose of doing this?" Concubine Jing asked through the bead curtain.

The national teacher said in an unfathomable tone: "Your Majesty, just ask people to do it. After a few days, I will come back and see if there is a vision."

As for the intention, he is really tired of editing these few days, let him take a breather and rest.

Concubine Jing solemnly agreed, and repeatedly told the maids not to forget the time to change the water every day.

After being pestered and asked some questions, the national teacher was finally able to leave Yuxiu Palace.

After being sent out of the palace gate by the maid, and after walking a certain distance, Master Guo let out a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, a young girl's voice was heard suddenly——

"National teacher, please stay."

It was dark all around, and I didn't expect someone to be there. The Taoist was slightly startled, but his face immediately regained his composure. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw a master and a servant walking out from the depths of the path beside him.

The one walking in front was the little girl who had just met in the hall.

He waited patiently for the other party to speak first.

"Is the national teacher interested in talking to me?" The girl stood three or five steps away from him.

When the national teacher heard this, he was puzzled in his heart, and asked calmly and tentatively: "I don't know if the girl is..."

"In Xia Han's case earlier, I would like to thank the National Teacher for his cooperation—"

"..." The national teacher's eyes changed drastically when he heard the words, first he glanced around quickly, then took two steps forward, and said in a low voice: "Who is the girl? You are in the palace, please be careful what you say!"

However, the little girl just calmly took something out of her sleeve, held it in her hand and showed it to him: "Now there is just one chance to help the national teacher strengthen the emperor's heart. I wonder if the national teacher would like to hear it?"

"..."

Looking at the jade pendant, the national teacher was shocked, but almost wanted to cry.

God, it turns out that Wu Shisun still remembers such a person as him!

Ever since he entered the palace, Wu Shisun had never looked for him again. Whenever he had time to pick his feet, he couldn't help but wonder, thinking that he was also a national teacher anyway, why Wu Shisun didn't have any use for him at all? Is this reasonable?

And the more time passed, the more he realized the fact——

Oh Se Sun might not really need him.

But he needs Wu Shisun!

At this moment, looking at the little girl in front of him, there was only one voice in his head——Finally, there is another homework to copy!

"What are the orders of the grandson, girl, please tell me, and the poor will listen to you!"