After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qin Liuxi got a thousand taels of silver notes and a piece of small-leaf rosewood wood. The silver notes were given to her by Mrs. Lin as a red envelope with the medical money, because Qin Liuxi not only helped several women in his family have safe pulses,
Prescriptions were prescribed to recuperate the body, even Lin Qingtang, who was preparing to discuss marriage, was not left behind.
After all, it is a good thing for a girl to take good care of her body and have a strong body when she comes to her husband's house, whether she is managing children or giving birth.
The most important thing is that she also approved that Mrs. Feng was in good luck. Even before the day of changing the bath, she had identified Hua Mai. This was a happy event, so she had to send a big red envelope to show her happiness.
In addition, the generous Feng also gave away a piece of small-leaf rosewood wood in exchange for a fetal safety charm.
Qin Liuxi did not refuse, and took the Lin family's carriage with his things to go to the Jiuxuan Auction Hall.
She looked through the small-leaf red sandalwood wrapped in red silk and was very satisfied. The female members of the Lin family still came to do business, and the reward was still delivered to the point, which was good.
Seeing his master's money-obsessed look, Teng Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes, cross-legged and recite the Taoist scriptures silently.
Qin Liuxi wrapped the small leaf red sandalwood again and poked Teng Zhao's face.
Teng Zhao avoided her clutches and looked like he would just say what he had to say and don't touch her.
"We have arrived in Shengjing. You should go to the Teng family to meet your family." Qin Liuxi said: "Your father has already married a bride."
Teng Zhao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I won't go."
Qin Liuxi looked at him carefully, but he didn't look sad, so he hinted: "Actually, you can go, maybe your stepmother will give you some pocket money to live on."
Teng Zhao: "..."
To put it bluntly, I actually want to collect sesame oil, right?
"Send him a message." Teng Zhao said coldly. He didn't like going to that mansion. People were cold and looked at him with strange eyes.
"Well, I'll send you a letter later. Your father should miss you too," Qin Liuxi said.
Teng Tianhan: The direct loss to my son is that his money bag is not protected.
When Prime Minister Lin returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he learned that Qin Liuxi had left and had also given him a bottle of precious medicinal tea pills. He couldn't help but feel a little Muggle. It seemed that he really had to go to trouble to get the dragon bead.
"Mr. Prime Minister, do you think you should let Dr. Ou check it out?" Mrs. Lin handed over the bottle of medicinal tea pills and said, "It's not that I can't trust the young master, but my mother is getting older, so it's better to be more cautious."
"Yes." Lin Xiang took it over and opened the cork. A pleasant and peaceful medicinal fragrance floated out, making people feel refreshed. He quickly capped it to avoid losing the efficacy of the medicine, and changed his words: "No need, I
I’ll try one for my mother myself.”
Mrs. Lin: "..."
She just pretended not to see the salivating look on his face and said with a smile: "Master Shao Guan has extraordinary medical skills. She concocted these tea pills herself. I think they are very good. By the way, Mrs. Feng also diagnosed a fetus today."
The pulse was also approved by the young contemplative master."
"Oh" Mr. Lin became more interested.
Mrs. Lin then told Qin Liuxi what he said about his facial features, and finally said: "She also diagnosed the pulse. Later, I also asked Xiu Gu and Dr. He from Wanjin Hall to diagnose the pulse respectively. Although the upper body was not long ago, it was indeed a slippery pulse.
Undoubtedly, we will be able to make a conclusion after a while."
"Okay, okay." Prime Minister Lin was also very happy and said: "The family is full of people, so it's time for them to have more brothers and sisters in this generation."
"That's what I mean." Mrs. Lin agreed with a smile, and added: "The prime minister has heard about the Marquis of Chang'an. I heard that he sent people to surround Jinhua Temple, and told everyone he wanted to arrest the young master who caused trouble to the Marquis.
The Taoist priests of Jinhua Temple are not allowed to go to offer incense, and there are rumors in the city that the Taoist priests of Jinhua Temple have evil intentions and practice evil arts. The young master of the Marquis of Chang'an was seriously ill and was sent to Zhuangzi overnight, and Chang'an
Together with Mrs. Hou."
Lin Xiang thought about what Qin Liuxi said yesterday that the Marquis of Chang'an only had one son. His eyelids twitched and he said cryptically: "This young concubine is not bad at medical skills and his appearance is also good. Yesterday he bluntly said that the Marquis of Chang'an only has one son."
Mrs. Lin was a smart mistress, and when she heard this, her eyes were filled with a burning fire of gossip.
The Marquis of Chang'an became a bastard, which was so shocking.
It wasn't just Prime Minister Lin who knew the inside story, everyone in the Xiong family was applauding.
"That old man deserves to be treated like an old bastard. It's really funny to see him treating that bitch who pretends to be a pretty girl like a cheap son who has been raised by others for ten years. He doesn't even care about his own son. It's really funny." Xiong
The adult scolded and laughed at the same time, and was a little angry, saying: "My little sister was so blinded by lard that she fell in love with such a blind bastard. She couldn't make a good decision..."
As he spoke, his eyes turned a little red.
Mrs. Xiong also wiped the corners of her eyes and said: "Okay, he has just received retribution. Anyway, it is enough that the prince's mansion will belong to Lian'er from now on."
"That's right, they all belong to Lian'er. The young master said that he only has one son, Lian'er. This is the real only son, baby lump. Madam, prepare a big gift and ask the second son to send it to the young master.
, If it hadn’t been for her, Lian’er might have really fallen prey to that demonic way and that bitch’s sorcery.” Master Xiong repeatedly ordered.
"You still have to tell me, I asked my second son to send it over." Mrs. Xiong gave him an angry look.
Master Xiong: "Then go and warm a pot of wine for me, and let the kitchen cut a braised pig's ear to go with the wine. I'll have a drink to celebrate. It's really a pleasure."
…
Jinhua view.
Master Taicheng looked at the broken incense sticks with a pale face. From now on, he did not know how many times he had used the incense sticks. The founder had not suffered even once. This was a punishment for him.
He didn't even dare to look at the Patriarch, but walked out of the outer hall dejectedly and came to the Taoist Temple.
Taoist Master Taiyang saw him and immediately shouted: "Brother, how long are you going to tie me up? Let me go quickly. My son is waiting for me to rescue him."
"How do you save me?" Master Taicheng looked at him coldly and scolded: "You have suffered backlash, and your own cultivation is regressing. How do you save me? I have already told you, let you give up this idea and focus on cultivating Taoism.
, but you are still stubborn. Now the Marquis of Chang'an has sent people to guard the mountain gate, saying that our Taoist temple practices evil magic. If we are on the evil path, pilgrims will not dare to come. The most important thing is that the ancestor will not accept my incense...
"
Taoist Master Taiyang saw the annoyance on his face and said disdainfully: "Senior brother, you are a foundation-building practitioner, just the district chief Anhou. If a bad luck spell passes, he will have to bow his head. If senior brother is unwilling to do it, then this
I'll be the clown."
Master Taicheng was shocked: "Are you doing this to confirm the theory that Jinhua Temple is a place of evil spirits?"
Taiyang Taoist Master snorted coldly and said indifferently: "Brother, do you know that history books are written by the winners?"
As long as they are the stronger side, who cares what the truth is?
Master Taicheng felt chill in his heart. He only wanted to carry forward the Taoist temple with his junior brother because of his master's last wish, so he kept him alive. Now it seems that he has really made a bad move. If this continues, Jinhua Temple will be destroyed.
He pursed his lips and made a decision.
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