Lin Yuwu got up early, grabbed his cloak and stood in front of the window, "The chrysanthemums are blooming well. I will make two more jars of chrysanthemum wine this year."
Aunt Su quickly went over and half-closed the window, "Don't dare to stand in the wind like this, you might get sick."
Lin Yuwu laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm in great shape now."
Aunt Su forced a smile and said: Yes! The stronger the grandson is, the tougher his little master's body will be. Twins born from the same mother, who would have known that this would happen. The lives of both of them are not counted.
Too much.
Liuyun raised the curtain and came in, smiling and saying: "Master, please change your clothes. Didn't you say you are going to pick pomegranates today?" He stretched out his hand from behind, holding a pomegranate as big as a baby's head, "You
Look, this is what I picked up. The one on the tree is better than this one."
Lin Yuwu immediately laughed, "Wash up, pick all the pomegranates today, and send some to home..."
"No need to send it away, I'm here to get it." Lin Yutong opened the curtain and went in, "Brother, do you see who is here?"
Lin Yuwu turned his face and saw the prince and princess behind Lin Yutong: "Father... mother..."
He knelt down with a thud: "Why are father and mother here?"
"Get up." The prince looked at his handsome and handsome son, and his face became gentle. "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's have a reunion dinner as a family."
Lin Yuwu was stunned. Do you want to have a reunion dinner?
I never dared to think that this day would come, even if my relatives are close at hand, but people who always celebrate the festival alone never know the benefits of celebrating the festival. Even if it is called a festival, it is just to rejoice for others.
He tried not to cry, and said yes before saying incoherently: "The child deserves to die... I got up late from bed..."
Lin Yutong pulled him up: "If you wake up late, hurry up. After dinner, I will pick pomegranates with you."
Lin Yutong walked around the courtyard with the prince, Lin Yuwu was washing up in the house, and the prince went to cook herself and wanted to cook two dishes.
Lin Pingzhang said to Lin Yutong: "What's wrong with you running horses at the martial arts arena every morning? Are you still not used to being in the capital?"
"Every year at this time, Beikang will be hunting." Lin Yutong whispered: "Jingguo just lacks a bit of martial spirit. If all the ministers in our dynasty are good ministers who can bend bows when mounted, and can govern the country when dismounted,
Why should Beikang worry about injustice?"
Can you bend a bow when you mount a horse, but can you govern a country when you dismount?
You really dare to make this request. All the ministers in the court could calculate it with just one hand.
He smiled and did not take the child's innocent thoughts to heart, but was attracted by the last sentence.
"Ping?" Lin Pingzhang was very surprised that the child used such a word, "Beikang, Xihai, Nanping, war is not easy to start."
"You are worrying too much." Lin Yutong laughed: "We haven't sorted out our own affairs yet. It's too far to think about those things. But if the king doesn't bring peace to the world, and everyone under the sky is in his heart, what follows?
Where do people get the courage to expand their territories?”
What this said...well, it makes some sense.
Lin Pingzhang couldn't help but think of Yin Chengzhi's words, no one is more suitable to be the crown prince than her.
Nature plays tricks on people, so what's the point?
The topic was interrupted before it went into depth.
After Lin Yuwu freshened up, he came out neatly dressed and the meal was set.
After sitting down, Lin Pingzhang raised his chopsticks first, and people who had never sat at the same table ate in silence. They ate and slept silently, but it felt right. The prince and the princess took dishes for one and another
Clip, you will smile heartily when you see the two children enjoying the food.
No matter for parents or children, this is all they want.
After eating and wandering around the garden to eat, Lin Yutong tucked the hem of her robe into her waist and climbed up to the huge pomegranate tree.
The frightened princess shouted from below: "You should be slower."
Lin Yuwu asked people to move the ladder, and he also shouted to the people on the tree: "...you pick the top, and leave the bottom to me."
Lin Yutong climbed up again and called the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince to continue below: "...This is our own pomegranate. Father, as there are close ministers, sending it over is just a gift."
"Okay!" The prince was carrying it underneath, and the princess asked someone to buy a basket, then cleaned it and packed it one by one.
Lin Yuwu laughed: "You have a lot of clever ideas, and you just want to do some favors without any expense."
Lin Yutong sighed: "There is nothing we can do. In today's world, the landlord's family has no surplus food, and the prince's family has no surplus wealth."
Lin Yuwu was so amused that the prince couldn't laugh or cry under the tree, while the princess only covered her mouth and laughed.
Aunt Chen muttered to Aunt Su: "Look...how good it is now...that's all our queen could hope for..."
Who says it isn't?
The prince was tired and out of breath after not exercising for a long time. Lin Yutong and Lin Yuwu came down from the tree to help him.
Lin Yutong sighed, the prince's body cannot be healed in a day or two. It would be better for him to worry less and work harder. She did not hide it, but said: "From now on, you will also get up early. I will teach you.
You have a set of sword skills, and I will practice with you in the morning. Just try it out, and your health will definitely improve by the end of the year."
The prince didn't take it seriously, "It was Lin Houzhi who taught you."
"Don't underestimate my master." Lin Yutong said: "In Beikang, most of the people we brought here survived, and the master played an indispensable role. He has been studying ways to strengthen his body over the years.
Sorry. Your body has damaged its foundation. Over the years, you have not lived a comfortable day. You are in a bad mood and your internal organs are inevitably depressed. Coupled with the hard work, I am afraid you can sleep peacefully.
There is not much time. You have endured it like this. Now, my brother and I are by your side. If you are not afraid of breaking any taboos, you can just leave some things to me and my brother."
The Crown Princess looked nervously this way, and stopped talking several times.
The prince over there was just stunned for a moment and paused his hands slightly. Seeing that the mother and son were nervous, he looked at Lin Yuwu gently, then nodded slowly and said: "Okay!"
I probably agreed, but I don't know if I take it seriously or not.
That’s it for this topic.
Lin Yuwu said to Lin Yutong: "My clothes don't look the same anymore. Go wash up and change them."
Oh! The clothes are hanging in a mess on the branches, which is really unsightly.
When he came out, he smiled a little, probably because Lin Yuwu and the prince had something to say alone.
"What do you want to say?" Lin Pingzhang looked at his son.
Lin Yuwu whispered: "My child wants to ask what his father means. If... I mean if, if Tong'er is asked to become the crown princess directly, do you think it's okay?"
Princess?
It has never happened since ancient times.
You really dare to say that.
Lin Pingzhang's eyes widened instantly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Lin Yuwu smiled with relief, full of freedom and ease: "Of course my son knows what he means..."
Lin Pingzhang's expression slowly softened when he saw the smiling face, and he couldn't help but ask: "How...why do you have such an idea?"
How can this be explained?
Tell your father that no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with your sister?
It is actually inappropriate to say this and can easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
So, he changed his words and asked: "Does father know about Taoist Master Xuanji?"
A mystery?
of course I know.
This person is so famous because of Concubine Hua, how could you not know about him?
Lin Pingzhang picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Why did you ask about him? Did he say something?"
"Yes! It is said that... he once said that the Lin family is about to run out of strength..." Lin Yuwu did not give Lin Pingzhang time to ask questions, and added: "However, last year, he said again that there are variables now, but this variable
It only appeared last autumn. You should understand what this means, right?"
Lin Pingzhang held the tea cup and did not put it down for a long time. He looked at Lin Yuwu with a somewhat stern look: "It is said? According to who?" How can we believe this kind of thing lightly?
"Mr. Funiu." Lin Yuwu did not avoid the prince's gaze at all, and added: "Mr. Funiu... he should be someone that my father is also very interested in."
Mr. Funiu is Ran Geng.
"Ran Gong?" This was something Lin Pingzhang didn't expect. His expression couldn't help but become solemn, "Did he really say that?"
Lin Yuwu said 'hmm': "If it's convenient, my father might see some secrets... This man, if you think about it, is always somewhat virtuous."
Looking for a mystery?
In fact, he has always stayed away from these mysterious and mysterious things.
I was thinking about it in my mind, so before I could say anything, Li Changzhi barged in straight away: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, officials below the fifth rank of the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers are kneeling outside the palace gate at the moment..."
What?
Six ministries and nine ministers, how many officials do you need?
Kneeling outside the palace gate, you all know without asking that this is because the salary has not been paid, and the life of the ministers cannot go on, so naturally they have to ask the emperor for it.
This is like a master who owes money to his slave and cannot afford to lose that person.
The prince stood up immediately, and was about to fall down when his vision went dark. Li Changzhi and Lin Yuwu screamed and rushed over to help him. Before he could call anyone, Lin Yutong opened the curtain and came in.
"What's going on?" She quickly went over and pressed the acupuncture points, and the prince finally regained his breath.
Lin Yutong said: "I just told you not to bother, aren't you worried again?"
Li Changzhi was about to cry: "Your Highness, you have to take care of yourself. What should you do if you have two shortcomings and you have two little highnesses left behind?"
What does this all say?
Not that much.
Lin Yutong said to Li Changzhi: "Stop crying, my father is fine for the time being. If you are worried, just quietly pick up Dr. Luo and come over quietly. Ask him to keep an eye on it, so that everyone can feel at ease."
"Yes! Yes!" After saying this, Li Changzhi immediately wiped away his tears and ran away.
Lin Pingzhang gasped and slapped the armrest of the rocking chair: "It's embarrassing... If our ancestors are alive in heaven..."
What does it have to do with our ancestors?
Lin Yutong looked at Lin Yuwu and asked him what happened?
Lin Yuwu whispered the matter: "...It is said that each person only received three liters of old grain this morning."
In other words, three liters equals four and a half kilograms.
There is less than five kilograms of grain. If it is wheat, after the wheat is ground into flour, it will be darker, and there will be only a little more than three kilograms of flour left.
A little more than three kilograms, which is three bowls of dry flour.
Enough for who?
It’s a big festival, and if you have a large family, you won’t be able to make dumplings for the whole family.
No wonder there's a commotion. There's no money in the library, so why bother withholding payment?
Lin Yutong pondered for a moment, then whispered to the prince: "This matter... don't rush to express your position. Just stay sick and I will support you outside. Just feel at ease."
"The money must come from the treasury." Lin Pingzhang slapped his forehead with his hand, "This cannot be changed. This is without the emperor's permission..."
"Look! Is this the problem?" Lin Yutong said: "No matter how anxious the emperor is to use money, the salary of these officials only accounts for a small part of the money. A hundred thousand or two hundred thousand can handle the matter. One thousand
With an amount of 10,000 taels, wouldn’t it be possible to accomplish anything less than this? Besides, even if half is temporarily distributed and the other half is distributed at the end of the year. In this way, things can be accomplished with less than 100,000 taels of silver. How can it be done?
We don’t have this little money. Do we really have to rely on it? Doesn’t the emperor know how to be embarrassed? He obviously did it on purpose. He is not forcing us, he is forcing Taishi Yin. If these officials make trouble again, will they dare to target the emperor directly? No
Yes! Everyone is going after the Grand Master and the Cabinet. They kneel to the Emperor, as if they are forcing the Emperor, but who is the Emperor forcing? The Cabinet! In the end, it is Grand Master Yin who is forced. This is a competition between the emperor and his ministers. What are you trying to do?
urgent?"
Lin Pingzhang paused and looked at Lin Yutong: "This is forcing Taishi Yin to find a way to get money."
That's right! Knowing that the money is in the Yin family, how can he not force it?
"It's not that I'm forcing you, it's that my life is difficult." Emperor Xuanping asked Yin Bofang to stand up, "We have to spend money everywhere, what do you think we should do? My body is getting worse and worse now, so I will leave the state affairs to you.
You can rest assured. Now that something like this has happened, what should I do? Some people have impeached you before, saying that you indulged your disciples... Look at the mess that has caused Jiangnan to suffer. I have suppressed this matter, and I understand you.
It is inevitable that the good and the bad will be mixed. This matter is not over yet, and this is causing trouble again. Tell me, can you still save me some trouble?"
Yin Bofang stood bowed, cursing his mother ten thousand times in his heart.
Why did Jiangnan’s officialdom become like that? Don’t you know why?
This time, the money is stuck and the salary is not paid to the ministers. What is the purpose of this? Don’t you know?
Want money?
The money is out of my hands, where can I get it for you?
He snorted coldly in his heart, and at the same time he was extremely angry with his grandson. It was his grandson who brought this about. If he hadn't plotted against the Yin family, would the emperor have so shamelessly targeted him?
But if you really want to scheme against me like this, then you have misjudged the wrong person.
After living for such a long time, I have suffered countless losses.
His heart was racing so fast that he didn't show it on his face. After the emperor finished speaking, he said: "Actually, the salary is not much. Not only can it make up for what was owed in the past year, but it can also be paid for a year and a half or even three years in advance."
Every five years. The Ministry of Industry wants to provide disaster relief, so the money cannot be spared. The Ministry of Rites wants to build the ancestral temple, and this cannot be delayed. The Ministry of War owes military pay in previous years, and I think it will be good to pay it in full."
The corners of Emperor Xuanping's mouth twitched slightly: "Oh... have you ever calculated how much silver this will cost in total?"
"It's only five to six million taels." Yin Bofang said calmly, "There is no problem with the national bank deposits."
Emperor Xuanping walked down the imperial steps and confronted Yin Bofang: "Bingzhou, why are you pretending to be confused with me?"
"I don't dare." Yin Bofang lowered his head slightly: "After all, I am getting old, and now my energy is getting weaker and weaker. Before, I tried my best to find ways to relieve the king's worries. It was Taisun Bodhisattva who solved the crisis in the court with his heart and thunderbolt.
"I think that His Highness Taisun has quite a lot of means in relation to the economy. Some of the errands may be just trivial matters in Taisun's eyes."
He turned around and threw the pot in his hand.
It means: Your Majesty, you ask me for money, but I don’t have it. Who can get money from, you have more money than I do. Why don’t you give that expensive job to the real rich?
It's up to people to do it. If he wants to do business, he has to find a way to get money.
The king and his ministers looked at each other and looked away at the same time.
Emperor Xuanping frowned: "You should know that I still trust you more. Grandson... is very good, but he is too young. There are some things that inevitably lead to curiosity."
That is to say, I am afraid that my grandson will spy on those secrets.
Although Yin Bofang was angry with his grandson for asking him to take the blame, to be honest, he didn't want his so-called ghost secret to be seen by his grandson. It was a poisonous seed. Who knows whether it would affect his character.
Therefore, Yin Bofang said: "I think... after all these years, you should tell her to move. You are guarding her too tightly. Even if 'she' wants to find... I'm afraid she won't be able to get close.
.Furthermore...I have secretly verified...she should still be in the palace...and has not gone far..."
Emperor Xuanping turned around suddenly: "What did you say? She is in the palace?"
Yin Bofang lowered his eyelids: "It can't be wrong. She may have been in the palace all along."
Emperor Xuanping frowned: "She is in the palace, but she doesn't show up...why?"
Yin Bofang was silent for a moment before saying: "Maybe... things are different now..."
What's different?
Mana?
You were unable to fulfill your original promise, so you hid?
Yes! This is the only explanation.
Emperor Xuan Ping's expression changed slightly: "So, do you want to find her before she retrieves her magic weapon? Is this what you mean?"
Yin Bofang was silent for a moment and then said: "I can't think of a second reason."
Emperor Xuanping didn't speak. He just walked around the palace like a fly on his brow. After a long time, he said: "Move...it's better not to move. Just leave it there. However, the underground palace should be completely sealed. It can't be entered."
She will be more anxious than us."
That’s right!
Yin Bofang felt that as long as the emperor and he were on the same side and eager to find the woman, the matter would be easier to handle.
Emperor Xuanping said: "Go ahead and don't make trouble with those below. You are right. There are some errands that might be most suitable to be done by the grandson."
After Yin Bofang left, Emperor Xuanping called Feng Qianen: "...quietly, seal the underground palace first."
"The secret passage..." Feng Qianen asked in a low voice: "The secret passage is also sealed?"
Emperor Xuanping only smiled: "Originally there were three people who knew the secret passage... Now only you and me, the master and the servant, are left."
Feng Qianen was startled: "I would never dare to say this in my dreams."
"Then what are you afraid of?" Emperor Xuanping smiled, "Just keep the secret passage. The rest are sealed."
"Yes!" Feng Qianen was frightened: "Is there anyone still guarding it?"
"What do you think?" Emperor Xuanping asked softly.
Feng Qianen took a deep breath and slowly retreated.
Standing on the imperial steps outside the main hall, looking at the slowly gloomy sky, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "...Son, don't blame your godfather."
The person guarding the underground palace is not Feng Qianen's apprentice and godson, Feng Que.
On August 15th, the full moon was not seen. Not only was the sky gloomy, but when the sky turned dark, it started to rain. The autumn wind carried the rain, and it floated on people's faces, making them feel cold.
It was getting dark, and Feng Qianen, wearing a black cloak, carried a food box and went down to the underground palace alone.
Feng Zou was wrapped in fur and shivering all over. When he saw his godfather coming in with a food box, he flew up with joy: "Dad, are you here?"
Even the word 'gan' has been omitted.
Feng Qianen smiled: "Yes, here we come."
"Why are you here alone?" Feng Zu smiled and went over to take the food box. He was even more happy when he saw a wine bottle inside: "Dad, it's too cold. It would be good to have some wine to go with the cold."
"Today is August 15th, we and I are reunited." Feng Qianen sat down and said, "I will make an exception tonight and give you something to drink. You are not allowed to drink secretly in the future."
"No, no, no." Feng Zuo smiled playfully, took out the wine bottle, raised his hand and poured it into his mouth.
Feng Qianen raised his hand to stop him, but his arm froze and slowly lowered his face, wiping tears from the side of his face as if to hide it.
Feng Zuo's face over there was already a little distorted. He covered his stomach and forced a smile: "Dad... my son is not up to expectations. It seems that he has a stomachache and a stomachache..."
Feng Qianen turned his back: "Son, dad originally wanted to find a good future for you... But who knows... Don't blame dad when you get there! You have a stomachache, right? It's okay, dad will be found soon."
The best medicine…”
Feng Zu looked at Feng Qianen in disbelief: "Dad...why..."
Feng Qianen's tears immediately fell like rain, "Son, we serve the master, there is no reason why. Live like a human being, the master will keep you. Live like a human being no longer, life or death is just a matter of the master's words.
.Dad originally thought that he could ascend to heaven. If you call me dad, I will make plans for you...Who knows, it was dad who harmed you..."
"Dad..." Feng Zuo rolled on the ground holding his belly in pain, "Dad... I don't blame you for my son... Who told us that we were born with a low life..." He turned to look at the woman lying in the crystal coffin,
"But my son hates... hates... that he will be buried with a dead woman for the rest of his life..."
Feng Qianen whimpered, who could say otherwise!
Just a dead person!
Feng Zu gritted his teeth and rushed towards the crystal coffin with great strength.
"No!" Feng Qian'en glared and rushed over to hold Feng Zuo, but it was still a step too late. Feng Zuo rushed over, and then...then the coffin fell over, cracking a gap, and the woman's stiff fingers got stuck in the gap.
Inside, he was shocked. A lot of effort had been spent on this coffin, and now there was a gap... all the previous efforts were in vain... He was about to go over to check, but when he got there, he realized that Feng Chou was missing.
Just now, it disappeared into thin air right in front of my eyes.
Is it because the corpse's fingers touched Feng Zou?
Then why did so many people touch her before and she didn't disappear?
Could it be because Feng Zou had already become a dead person at that moment?
Feng Qian'en boldly handed over the food box, gently touched the woman's finger, and then the food box disappeared after rubbing it.
He stretched out his fingers again and touched the woman's fingers. His heart almost stopped beating before he realized that it had no influence on him.
Does it have to be a dead thing?
But she also touched the coffin, why can't the coffin disappear?
Is it because she's in the coffin?
This conjecture shocked Feng Qianen. He didn't know if there were any ghosts or monsters in this underground palace that he couldn't see.
He stared at the corpse. After such a short time, the corpse's cheeks had sunk and were not as beautiful as before.
'She' is a complete dead person at this moment.
Feng Qian'en didn't know whether he had caused trouble or made a meritorious service, so he didn't dare to hide it, so he quickly left and went to the Li Zheng Palace, but he didn't see the emperor.
Emperor Xuanping went to Chenxu Palace.
Feng Qianen almost trotted over again and reported outside before going in.
His expression told Emperor Xuanping: Something happened, something big happened.
"My beloved, please rest early." Emperor Xuanping comforted Hua Yingxue, "I wonder if there is another commotion outside the palace. I have to go and take a look."
Hua Yingxue was particularly considerate: "Don't get angry. Put on an extra quilt at night. It will be cold tonight."
Emperor Xuanping patted her hand, put on his cloak and went out directly.
Hua Yingxue looked at the casual shoes that he hadn't picked up and thought: It was raining outside, so he didn't change his boots and just wore casual clothes with casual shoes. He didn't even mention the shoes, so he just went out. The emperor didn't care, and Feng Qianen didn't care either.
? Not even a sedan call was made. How urgent is this matter?
Her eyes flickered, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Emperor Xuanping returned to the Li Zheng Palace first and looked at Feng Qianen: "Why... something happened in the underground palace?"
Feng Qianen hurriedly knelt down and explained the matter: "... I did something bad and deserved death."
Emperor Xuanping asked, "Did you see him disappear with your own eyes?"
"Not only did I see him disappear, I also tried it with a food box, and the food box also disappeared." Feng Qian'en covered his chest, "Your Majesty, there is something abnormal about this..."
"What's abnormal?" Emperor Xuanping's eyes flashed with excitement, "So, the thing is still there."
"But...but...the crystal coffin is cracked." Feng Qian'en lowered his head, "Even if it is preserved, I'm afraid it won't look very good."
"Let's go!" Emperor Xuanping turned around and said, "Take me to see. Everyone is dead. Whether it looks good or not is secondary. As long as it is as you said, it will be the best."
When we went in again, the person in the coffin was even more invisible. The mummy was nothing more than that.
Emperor Xuanping paused at his feet: "God?"
Do gods also look like this after death?
No one could give him this answer.
He picked up the knocked-off sacrifice from the ground, and with his withered fingers, the sacrifice disappeared in an instant. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, it's still there! As long as it's still there!
What is needed now is to find 'her' first and find out how to remove the magic weapon.
Therefore, the body must be well preserved.
Emperor Xuanping stood up and left, with a hint of crazy excitement in his eyes as he walked around the Lizheng Palace, "Tell me, if someone were in the palace, who would it be?"
Feng Qianen lowered his head. If he were in the palace and there were so many people in the palace, who knows who it would be.
Emperor Xuanping smiled proudly: "Start tomorrow and check for me. Check carefully. First, it's impossible for someone with a low status. She can't stand groveling. Second, it's impossible for someone to do hard work. She can't bear the pain."
Not guilty. Who is decent and able to have enough food and clothing..."
There is no one else except the master.
When he said this, Emperor Xuanping turned around, "You mean, 'she' is the master?"
Feng Qianen lowered his head and dared not speak.
If it really happened to a certain master, this matter... would not be easy to handle. After all, if she had been hiding under the master's nose for such a long time without being discovered, then 'she' must be something special.
Who is the one?
Queen?
Concubine Chen?
Concubine Li?
Imperial concubine?
impossible!
But if not, who would it be?
"No rush! No rush!" Emperor Xuanping smiled, "You have been waiting for so many years, do you still care about this little time?" He told Feng Qianen: "Go find Bingzhou..."
Before he finished speaking, he paused again, "It's not possible to find a way to join the boat. He has a difficult mind, and his thoughts on this matter may not be the same as mine. No one except us, master and servant, can call this matter any more
The third person knows."
Feng Qianen should have said: "But I won't seal it up..."
"Come here." Emperor Xuanping called Feng Qian'en to his side and whispered, "That's it."
Feng Qianen responded: "Don't worry, I will do it myself, alone."
"Hui?" Yin Bofang was stunned for a moment, "Why does the palace need so many of those things?"
So who knows?
The housekeeper whispered: "That's what the report below says."
Yin Bofang pondered for a moment: "Tell the people below not to ask any more questions. Just stare."
The emperor's affairs are now a bit confusing. Previously, he said that he would leave the task of repairing the Wuji Palace to the grandson. But up to now, he only said that he would ask the grandson to go to the Imperial College to study, and did not mention the Wuji Palace at all.
Is this another plan, or has something else happened?
Can not guess.
He doesn't have time to care about it now, why? Because the person he sent to find the old guy Xuanji came back, and he was successfully kidnapped to the capital.
In addition to being able to look at people's graves and tell fortunes, this old Taoist is also good at the art of identifying yellow.
Ran Geng's poison, this old man may not be able to do anything about it.
They said they were tied here, but they really were. The carriage entered Yin's house, and as soon as the sloppy old man was tied up, he was pulled out of the carriage.
Yin Bofang stood on the porch and sneered toward the yard: "Xuanji, you're not dead yet?"
"Nonsense!" Taoist Master Xuanji snorted coldly: "You're not dead yet, how could I die?"
"You are here to die." Yin Bo Fang's beard stood up angrily, "You have lived so many years, and you can't even control your mouth."
"Are you here to teach the old Taoist a lesson?" Taoist Master Xuanji said, "If you live in this world and you can't even speak correctly, what's the point of living?"
"Haha!" Yin Bofang took two steps forward, "I didn't call you here to teach you a lesson. I just wanted to sew your mouth. I just wanted to see if I had sealed your mouth, you were still alive.
Not alive?"
"I'm still alive." Xuanji Lao Dao struggled and jumped: "My mouth is sewn shut, what can I eat and drink? I can't eat or drink, but I want to live. Can I survive?"
Yin Bofang went over and pulled the rope that tied him: "Let's go, follow me."
Who, who, who! Who?
Go to hell!
Yin Bofang dragged Xuanji to the backyard, turned around and glared at the housekeeper: "Tell me, whoever dares to talk too much will just pull out his tongue."
The old master Xuanji chuckled: "Who do you want to honor by killing a chicken?"
"I respect you." Yin Bofang replied directly.
"You're swearing!" Old Daoist Xuanji frowned: "Why did you call me here? Tell me to tell you when to meet the King of Hell? Then you just wait. The harm will last for thousands of years, you old bastard.
Still alive."
Yin Bofang raised his leg and kicked him over: "Sooner or later, you will be killed by a bad mouth like yours."
The two of them cursed and walked all the way in. Halfway through, Yin Bofang stopped making excuses. He told him to go by himself, but he still walked in front. It was obvious that not only was this not his first time coming to the Yin family, but he also had a certain respect for the Yin family.
Very familiar.
As he was walking minding his own business, he looked up and saw Yin Chengzhi with a smile.
The mystery was awkward for a moment: "...It turns out that the son of a mouse knows how to dig holes. He does look like a human and a dog..."
Just take it as a compliment.
Yin Chengzhi kept smiling and bowed, "You... are good."
Is it good or bad and can’t be seen?
He is a hypocrite just like me.
Yin Bofang was a little embarrassed when his son saw the gesture just now. He coughed and pretended to be dignified: "You have nothing to do anymore? Why are you wandering around at home in broad daylight?"
"My son wants to go and see..." Before Yin Chengzhi could say anything, he was violently interrupted by Yin Bofang, "Have a look! What to see! Is there anything interesting at home..."
Just as he was talking, a boy came into view. What was even more strange was that this boy came out of nowhere, carrying a ladder on his body.
The guy on the other side was so stunned that the boy threw the ladder down and knelt down, saying, "Sir, please spare my life."
Yin Chengzhi chuckled: "Look, there is something really nice in this house. There are so many doors at the front, side, and back. Which door can't be used to get out? And you have to carry a ladder... Why do you need a ladder?"
What do you mean by moving a ladder to such a remote place? Prepare to escape!
The boy was trembling, "I don't dare... Master... no..."
"It's me who wants the ladder." The fourth master stepped out from behind the tree and greeted everyone. He had been trapped at home for several days, and he was not allowed to leave if he wanted to. The old master felt that his grandson should not be a bad boy like his grandson.
Play. So, Fourth Master was ready to climb over the wall.
But before the wall could be climbed, it was hit.
Yin Chengzhi was about to say something about gloating, but his eyes couldn't help but freeze: There seemed to be two 'claws' hanging on the wall, right?
Who would go to the Grand Master's Mansion in broad daylight? They would not die!
He said "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" and pointed at the hands on the wall. Just as a few people raised their eyes to look over, Lin Yutong rolled over and sat on the wall. He twisted his face and said: It seems a little embarrassed!
What should I say? That the guards of the Yin family are too conscientious and that the walls of the Yin family are too high? That’s inappropriate!
He could only laugh twice: "They are all here? What a coincidence!"
Yes! What a coincidence!
The fourth master waved to the boy calmly: "Bring the ladder over here, hurry up."
It seems that he asked people to move the ladder just to wait for his grandson here.
Taishi Yin was looking for the right words with a dark face when he heard the veteran Xuanji mutter: "A dragon-shaped phoenix shadow... a phoenix-shaped dragon shadow... It's really strange and weird... strange and weird...