Yuan Cong spoke again: "Jia still has official duties to attend to, so he will resign first."
Concubine Lan hurriedly said: "Sir, are you leaving now? Alas... I am lucky enough to have received your help from you. I really don't know how to thank you. Is there anything you need my help with in this capital? You might as well say so.
If we can do it, I will definitely try my best."
Jia Wuqun shook his head, smiled and cupped his hands, turned around and left on the spot.
Not to mention that this woman can't help him with anything, even if she can, he won't get too close to her for the time being, so as not to arouse suspicion.
"Huan'er, thank you sir quickly." Concubine Lan urged her daughter, but Uncle Huan'er lowered his head and showed no reaction at all.
There was nothing she could do, so Concubine Lan could only hurry to the door and watch her farewell.
Seeing Jia Wuqun and the others coming out, Mai Deman immediately followed them and left.
Guo Wenshang, on the other hand, was a little confused about what to do, so in the end he hurried to Concubine Lan and said goodbye first.
Concubine Lan told her not to forget how to treat guests. Guo Wenshang agreed repeatedly and left quickly after perfunctory. He quickly caught up with Jia Wuqun and came closer. As he walked, he asked: "What did the gentleman say to the empress?" He was worried.
What nonsense is this guy talking about?
Jia Wuqun reached out and wrote a few words on Yuan Cong's back. Yuan Cong said, "Just some words to enlighten the Seventh Princess!"
Not long after the group went down the mountain, Concubine Lan and her party were about to go down the mountain too. But when they passed the main hall of the Fire God Temple, Concubine Lan suddenly thought of something and suddenly pulled her daughter and entered the main hall again. She took her daughter and knelt in front of the statue of the God of Fire again.
Concubine Lan's expression of kneeling in worship and her gaze towards the statue truly showed endless piety this time.
This time, she finally experienced the efficacious power of the Fire Temple. When she heard the talk of burning bad luck in the palace before, she didn’t quite believe it. She wanted to give it a try just for peace of mind. She just didn’t believe it.
Unexpectedly, I met the hidden minister of the Song Dynasty, and he casually gave me the solution. At this time, this worship was truly a wish and a thank you.
After the mother and daughter got up, when they saw the temple blessing, Concubine Lan smiled slightly, waved to the servants outside and said: "Reward..." She said the words again and changed her words, "I will give you double the incense money!"
Immediately, a palace maid came forward and presented the golden ticket again.
Miao Zhu took the golden ticket with both hands and bowed to thank him.
After the mother and daughter left the main hall, Concubine Lan looked up to the sky and let out a sigh of relief, and said crisply: "Go back to the palace!"
When she knelt down just now, she had secretly prayed to the God of Fire. If her wish really came true, she would come again to fulfill her wish!
With an order, the guards who were deployed in the Fire Temple quickly gathered and evacuated, and escorted the nobles from the palace down the mountain.
And not long after the group of people left the Fire Temple, a eunuch sneaked back into the main hall of the Fire Temple, directly found the temple blessing, and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand!
Miao Zhu immediately nodded and bowed, took out the golden ticket from his sleeve, counted half of the incense money given by Concubine Lan, and handed it to the eunuch respectfully, "Eunuch, go slowly!"
She is very knowledgeable, but she doesn't have the slightest bit of sanctimony in front of Concubine Lan.
"Haha, I won't give it away!" The eunuch who received the golden ticket swaggered away.
He doesn't believe in the Fire Temple. As far as he knows, this temple promises people to make a fortune by sitting here. They have to pay a lot of money to the people in the government every year. They can also fool the nobles in the palace, and they can still get gold and silver.
The most realistic.
This is a very interesting phenomenon. The family members of the big shot come to worship the gods and spend generous amounts of incense and money. Then the people under the big shot reach out to the temple to fish for it, and they have to pay filial piety to the big shot, and so on.
When Miao Zhu walked to the entrance of the main hall and watched him off, he suddenly let out a disgusted "poof" and spat on the ground. However, he touched the golden ticket in his sleeve and smiled again. This time, he gained quite a lot...
After descending Nanling Mountain and returning to the city, it was already getting late after a day of wandering, and Guo Wenshang was going to have a banquet in honor of him.
However, after achieving his goal, Jia Wuqun no longer had any interest in accompanying him anymore. He excused himself as tired from the trip and wanted to go back to rest, so Guo Wenshang had no choice but to give up.
Returning to the Song embassy, Jia Wuqun told Mai Deman, "Immediately let the palace's informants pay attention to what's going on in the palace, especially the mother and daughter!"
"Okay!" Mai Deman accepted the order and immediately carried out the arrangements.
After a day of shopping, he was indeed a little tired, but Jia Wuqun was sitting quietly under the eaves with his hands behind his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yuan Cong stayed by the side, while Wei Duo was cleaning the house, wiping the tables and chairs with a rag, and peeking outside from time to time.
Jia Wuqun under the eaves suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand. After Yuan Cong noticed it, he walked over and turned his back, feeling what the other person was pointing at.
Jia Wuqun: An ordinary person, with many magicians around him to help him take care of his body, often coughs up blood. Why?
Yuan Cong thought for a while and replied: "Perhaps the body is not healthy, and there is some hidden disease that cannot be cured by monks."
Jia Wuqun: What if the body is healthy?
Yuan Cong: "Xu is too laborious and should not be stimulated!"
Jia Wuqun put down his hand, thoughtfully.
Yuan Cong turned around and looked back, and suddenly asked proactively: "What if that person doesn't want to marry?"
Jia Wuqun smiled slightly, then raised his hand and wrote on his back: According to my understanding, the entire Jin Dynasty is not friendly to him. As long as all the factors are in place to block him, there will be only one result for him not to marry, and he will escape from Jin.
country! If he flees without authorization, he will lose the strength and support of the Jin State and lose the asylum of the Jin State. Isn't this what Nanzhou wants to see? And the Jin State will not let him go! If he stays, he will marry.
Either marry or run away. He only has these two options. No matter what he chooses, it's what Nanzhou wants to see!
Yuan Cong nodded silently, understanding.
Jia Wuqun: I am indeed feeling a little tired. I will rest for a while.
Let go and turn around.
Yuan Cong turned around and shouted, "Wei Duo, sir, it's time to rest."
"Yes!" Wei Duo immediately ran out of the room, followed Jia Wuqun into the bedroom, and then quickly came out and fetched hot water.
He came out again and brought a basin of shoes, socks and clothes that needed to be changed.
However, he was not in a hurry to wash it. He walked under the eaves and put down the things in his hands. He approached Yuan Cong and asked weakly: "Mr. Jia went to the mountain, what did he do?"
Yuan Cong glanced at him coldly. He didn't want to be verbose, but he also knew this person's responsibility. He was responsible for communication and communication, and he had to grasp the situation here and report it to Nanzhou in time.
And he was entrusted by Niu Youdao, saying that this Wei Duo was a loyal man, and asked him to try his best to help take care of him.
"After going up the mountain, we first went to the temple to burn incense..." Yuan Cong explained the whole situation in detail.
After listening, Wei Duo nodded repeatedly, "I understand." Then he leaned over and picked up the dirty clothes to deal with.
"Are you the disciple of the previous head of the Shangqing Sect?" Yuan Cong suddenly asked.
Wei Duo stopped and said, "Yes!"
Yuan Cong: "How much do you know about Niu Youdao's master Dongguo Haoran?"
Wei Duo was stunned and said vaguely: "I don't know about the elder's affairs."
Yuan Cong: "I'm afraid the relationship between Niu Youdao and the Shangqing Sect is not as bad as outsiders think, right?"
"No!" Wei Duo shook his head. He didn't know why this person suddenly became concerned about this, but when he mentioned the relationship between Niu Youdao and the Shangqing Sect, he was obviously a little depressed, and he walked away with his things in his hands with his head lowered.
"Not good?" Yuan Cong sneered, looked up at the sky above the eaves, and muttered to himself: "It's not good that you can let me take care of you..."
The sky changed when it said it would. In the evening, dark clouds suddenly came in and enveloped the sky over the Jin capital, and it started to rain lightly.
Pedestrians on the streets of the capital were walking in a hurry, either rushing home or hiding under the eaves of shops on both sides of the street to take shelter from the rain. What the people talked about the most was the war.
Yuan Cong stayed under the eaves outside Jia Wuqun's room, never leaving.
Wei Duo temporarily put down the clothes he was washing, hurried over, reached the door of the room, and tiptoed open the door again. Not daring to disturb the sleeping Jia Wuqun, he gently closed the window, then walked lightly to the bed, and carefully tucked him in for Jia Wuqun.
Good quilt, finally went out quietly.
The slight creak of the door and window caused Jia Wuqun, who was lying on his side, to open his eyes slightly. After watching Wei Duo's leaving figure, he slowly closed his eyes again.
Once he enters a state of mental exertion, his sleep will not be very good, and the slightest movement will wake him up.
It doesn't rain heavily, just light rain, but it rains non-stop for several days.
Yuan Cong has been watching the raindrops under the eaves, and his calm expression reveals that he seems to be enjoying every moment of this flow of time and life...
In Nanzhou, in the secret room, Niu Youdao put down the secret report in his hand and smiled.
Guan Fangyi picked up the secret report he had read, and after reading it, she clicked her tongue: "This Jia Wuji's actions are indeed extraordinary, and it's not in vain for you to spend all your efforts to dig him out. But he still doesn't just obey our Taoist orders, right?"
?" There is a suspicion of flattery and ridicule.
Niu Youdao shook his head: "I went there in person, and I might not have thought of starting from the Fire Temple, or maybe using other methods to get closer. But seeing this, I finally felt relieved. This guy shouldn't be so easily beaten by Shao Pingbo.
Kill him!"
…
In the early morning, the sky should usually be slightly brighter, but it was difficult to see the light in the sky shrouded by clouds, and the sky was still dark.
Concubine Lan had woken up early, got into her daughter's room, and was talking to her.
In the past two days, I have been whispering quietly to my daughter and teaching her.
When the servants came to report that all the officials had gone to court, the mother and daughter went out.
The sky was bright, but there was still drizzle. Concubine Lan gently pushed her daughter on the back and said, "The future and fate of you and my daughter are in your hands, go ahead!"
Uncle Huan'er bit his lip and stepped into the drizzle.
Someone from the servants on the side immediately followed with an umbrella, eager to help her uncle Huan'er cover the rain. Concubine Lan shouted, "It's none of your business, stop and let her go!"
The eunuch holding the umbrella froze and did not dare to move rashly. A group of people watched Taishu Huan'er's figure disappear alone in the cold rain.
After all, the mother was worried, so she finally led her two followers to follow, but stopped outside a moon gate, watching her daughter's rain-soaked figure slowly walking in the empty square, watching her daughter slowly walking towards
That court hall shrouded in dark clouds.
Uncle Huan'er walked heavily, perhaps because the rain had wet her clothes, and she felt a little cold. The palace seemed like an entrenched monster, and the open door looked like a giant mouth with fangs that could swallow everything, which made her a little scared.
But she finally reached the high jade steps, and the guard came quickly to stop her, "Princess, this is the court, and this is not the place you should be. Please go back!"
:Thank you to the little red flower of "Ye Te Lang" for supporting us!