"Xianxian, I wonder what kind of astrological fate you have in your mouth?" Ming's family was frightened, but they were afraid that they would ask more questions, so they caused trouble for the two Xianxianxian. After holding it in for a long time, Shen Ying, who was also a woman, asked a question.

"Oh." The Taoist priest looked up at the sky: "It is something that may appear at any time. He bent down to pick up a leaf and said one more word, and it may change."

The Ming family became even more confused.

"In this life, people do good deeds and don't ask about the way forward." The Taoist priest laughed: "There are fixed numbers of life and death, but there are no fixed numbers, all of which are in a single thought."

The Ming family understood that this was the realm of an expert. It didn’t matter if they didn’t understand, as long as Jiuzhu didn’t have any trouble.

"The Feng Shui in the capital is not conducive to our practice, so we will return to Lingzhou tomorrow." Dadao Master performed Taoist rituals with the Ming family: "You don't have to entertain us, go and rest."

"Two immortal chiefs, Jiuzhu misses you very much. Please stay in the capital for a few days and have a good chat with Jiuzhu." Ming Jiyuanjian, the two immortal chiefs, were about to leave and spoke up and asked him to stay: "I will go to the palace to deliver a letter tomorrow morning and ask Jiuzhu to leave the palace to meet you."

"Tomorrow's business, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go to bed first." The Taoist yawned. This was not good for the people in the capital. One of them could stay up late. It was already past midnight, and each of them was more energetic.

"I dare not disturb the rest of the immortals, please go here." Ming Jiyuan was relieved. The two immortals did not leave bluntly, which meant that they wanted to see Jiuzhu.

As soon as the dawn broke, Jiuzhu woke up from her dream. She looked at the gorgeous bed tent and suddenly came to her senses.

"Have you woke up so early?" Yun Duqing reached out and put his hand on her waist and said vaguely: "Sleep for a while."

"Your Highness, I dreamed of Master."

Hearing the longing and depressed mood in Jiuzhu's tone, Yun Duqing opened her eyes, sat up and wrapped herself with the quilt, "Do you miss them?"

"I dreamed that they were carrying a big pot of medicine and following me to chase after me." Jiuzhu shivered: "The last time I had such a terrible dream, I secretly poured the medicine that time."

"Ming Xiaozhu, you were quite skinny when you were a child, and you even dared to fall into medicine secretly." Seeing her guilty look, Yun Duqing stretched out her hand to rub her long hair: "Sleep for another half an hour, I will accompany you home to visit your father-in-law and mother-in-law later."

"Okay." Jiuzhu rolled into his chest in a daze, lay back on the bed, and did not forget to pull up the quilt to cover Yun Duqing's arms outside.

After being troubled by her, Yun Duqing lost his sleepiness. He looked at Ming Xiaozhu who was sleeping soundly and calmly. He smiled angrily. He really deserved to be a little pig, and he would sleep as soon as he said he could.

He put on his clothes lightly and told Yang Yiduo to prepare a carriage, and he wanted to go to Ming's house with the Crown Princess.

"Your Highness, Prince." Yang Yiduo hesitated: "As soon as you enthroned the prince, you took the princess to the Ming Shigong's house. I was afraid that other court officials would think you were close to Yue's house."

"What do they actually think of this kind of thing?" Yun Duqing asked back with a proud look: "Isn't it true?"

Yang Yiduo was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time when he was assured by His Royal Highness.

That being said, sometimes you can... don't be so straightforward.

"Your Highness, the officials of the Zhan Shi Mansion have been selected. Do you want to meet them today?" Yang Yiduo gave up the question just now and instead mentioned the Zhan Shi Mansion that had just been combined.

Logically speaking, the officials of the Zhanshi Mansion would also choose a few of the prince's confidant advisers to come in. However, since His Highness had just become the prince and did not have the habit of strategists and disciples, all the officials in the Zhanshi Mansion were decided by His Majesty and the Ministry of Personnel, and His Highness himself was not worried at all.

"Even if I don't see you, I can guess that they must be familiar with each other in the capital. It's the same thing as you see and don't see you. There is no need to go back and forth." Yun Duqing waved generously: "Just wait until they get to see you in three days."

It is said that the new official takes office for three fires. Your Highness, you are too lazy to even plan to light the fire?

"Okay, I'll send someone to your home to upload the message."

The officials who were about to arrive at the Zhan Shi Mansion heard that the Crown Prince was not in a hurry to see them. Not only did they not feel relaxed, but they were even more nervous.

The Ministry of Personnel and His Majesty arranged for them to serve in the Prince's Mansion. The Prince was unwilling to see them in advance. I wonder if it was because he was dissatisfied with them or distrust their abilities?

Those who can stay in the capital to be officials are the easiest to think more. After thinking about it, they still couldn't answer the answer. They could only cheer up and wait to show their skills in the prince's Zhanshi's mansion and let the prince treat him differently.

Yun Duqing, who was speculated by countless officials of the Zhanshi Mansion, had already arrived at the gate of the Ming family with Jiuzhu, and met Ming Jiyuan, who was about to enter the palace to pass the message.

"Sister, you are back just in time." Ming Jiyuan was overjoyed: "Your master is in our mansion, go and see them!"

Ming Xiaozhu’s master has arrived?

Yun Duqing subconsciously looked down at her clothes today, and was there any inappropriateness.

When he heard that his master had arrived in the capital, Jiuzhu pulled Yun Duqing and was about to rush into the gate, but he pulled him a little, but did not pull him.

"Your Highness?" She turned her head to look at him in surprise.

"Ah, it's okay, let's go." Yun Duqing sorted out her clothes and was about to walk into the house gracefully, but Jiuzhu pulled him, like a gust of wind, and it blew into the inner courtyard of Ming's family.

"Master, second master!" Seeing the masters, Jiuzhu let go of his hands and flew into the arms of the two Taoist priests who were having breakfast.

The two Taoist priests raised the bowl with one hand and held Jiuzhu with the other. The porridge in the bowl did not spill out at all: "Slow down, don't let the porridge spill."

"I miss you so much." Jiuzhu didn't care about the porridge, rubbing her against the two of them.

Yun Duqing helped Puguan, clarified her sleeves, walked to the two of them, bowed and bowed to the younger generation: "My younger generation Yun Duqing, have met two masters."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, don't be too polite." The Taoist priest pressed Jiuzhu onto a chair and sat down, took a pastry from the table and stuffed it into her hand, turned his head and smiled at Yun Duqing and nodded: "Your Highness, please sit down."

Although the two of them were Taoists in the mountains and wilds, they were neither humble nor arrogant when facing Yun Duqing. They only looked friendly and seemed to have a good impression of him.

"Jiuzhu often mentions Your Highness in the letter." The second Taoist priest also took a piece and handed it to Yun Duqing, and his actions were exactly the same as when the Taoist priest coaxed Jiuzhu just now: "It is better to see it at first sight than to hear it. Your Highness is clear and upright, and he has a good appearance."

"Thank you for your praise, Master." Yun Duqing brought the stool, squeezed down beside Jiuzhu, and started to chew on the pastry given to him by Master.

The Ming family looked at each other and quietly left the house, leaving the house to the two masters and Jiuzhu Yunduqing.

"I'm fat." The second master pinched the baby fat on Jiuzhu's face: "It seems that your food after returning to Beijing is very good."

"Second Master, other people's elders, always say they have lost weight when they see their children." Jiuzhu covered her face and hid in Yun Duqing's arms.

Yun Duqing smiled politely at the second Taoist lord and covered Jiuzhu with his wide sleeves.

"Tsk." The second Taoist priest withdrew his hand and continued to lower his head to scoop the rice.

The Taoist priest noticed Yun Duqing's actions of protecting Jiuzhu without hesitation and put down his chopsticks: "When you see you have a good life, you will feel relieved. We will set off for Lingzhou in two days."

"Master." Jiuzhu reached out and grabbed her sleeve: "Would you and the second master stay in the capital for a while, okay?"

"The Feng Shui in the capital is not good." The Taoist priest looked at Yun Duqing with a calm expression: "I am not used to being your second master."

"You are entering Beijing this time to see if I live well?" Lingzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, and the two masters traveled through mountains and rivers just to look at her.

"You think it's pretty beautiful." The second Taoist chief reached out and was about to poke Jiuzhu's forehead. Seeing Yun Duqing's distress and difficult to stop him, he bent his fingers and tapped her gently: "Someone spent a lot of money to invite us to do rituals, we will come over and see you."

Jiuzhu didn't believe it. The two masters were too lazy to even wash the bowls. How could they go so far to do rituals for others to make money?

But she didn't expose it, but just reached out and gently grabbed the hands of the two masters.

"Little Pig, talk to the two masters well, I'll go out to talk to my father-in-law." Yun Duqing stood up and bowed to the two Taoist priests. When he closed the door for them, he saw that the eyes of the two Taoist priests were full of love for Jiuzhu.

Instead of looking for Ming Jingzhou, he stood under the pomegranate tree in the yard, looked up at the already blooming pomegranate flowers, and chuckled softly.

Ming Jiyuan stood outside the yard and discovered this scene. He was about to step into the yard and stopped. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and came to the wall of the yard, and called Ming Cunfu who was studying hard through the wall.

"San brother, if you have anything to say, don't delay my pursuit of the imperial examination." Ming Cunfu leaned against the wall, but his eyes did not leave the book.

"It's nothing, I just want to find someone to stand with me."

Look, how pitiful the man without a wife is, no one is with him.

"What's your look?" Ming Jiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"A look of admiration." Ming Cunfu looked at the bricks on the corners of Ming Jiyuan, and swallowed: "Brother is envious of you for being admitted to the imperial examination. Unlike me, I am locked up in the yard every day to study hard."

"You said..." Ming Jiyuan didn't care about him: "What is fate?"

"Fate?" Ming Cunfu was confused by his memorization. When he heard this sentence, he said without thinking: "It is probably because he got up in the morning and was hungry. He wanted to eat buns but only dumplings, or if he wanted to eat buns, he had buns. The former was a regret, and the latter was perfect."

"You are right." Ming Jiyuan nodded suddenly: "Sixth brother, Gao Jian."

Looking at Ming Jiyuan who turned and left, Ming Cunfu was confused. What was the stimulation of the third brother?

"Mother, Du Qingke sent someone to deliver this thing." King Jing put a book into Wei Jieyu: "He said yesterday that the servants were not doing their job well and it was not what he wanted. There was something you wanted."

Concubine Wei sneered, she would not believe a word of Du Qingke's words.

Open the book, this is a story book.

The storybook says that the bloodline left by the two previous dynasties became monks and raising an apprentice, asking the apprentice to lure the prince, and eventually causing trouble to the court and avenge their ancestors.

"What a mess..."

Wei Jieyu closed the book and was about to throw it away. Suddenly, she looked extremely excited and turned her head to look at King Jing: "My son, do you think if someone assassinated the emperor and empress, all the evidence points to Ming Jiuzhu, what will happen?"

King Jing was about to speak, but Concubine Wei raised her hand to interrupt him: "No, there is Du Qingke. If I remember correctly, the Du family is an old family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Before the previous dynasty died, they were already famous families."

The heads of the aristocratic families joined forces with the Crown Princess to avenge the previous dynasty, which had been destroyed for two hundred years, which was considered a good show.

Under the influence of Ming Jiuzhu, Yun Duqing would never be able to become the next emperor.

"In a few days, it will be Mangzhong. The emperor and Su Meidai will go to the suburbs of Beijing to attend the Anmiao sacrificial ceremony." Wei Jieyu put the book on the fire and watched it burn into ashes: "Tell Du Qingke that he would arrange the assassin and I will arrange for people to cooperate with him inside and outside."

"Mother, the father and Empress Su are surrounded by many guards, and I am afraid that the assassination will not succeed."

"It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not. What's important is that the main messenger of this assassination is Ming Jiuzhu and Du Qingke." Wei Jieyu took a pot of tea and poured it on the burned ashes: "If Empress Su could die at the hands of the assassin, and the prince and the princess became enemies, I would be happier."

"My mother's meaning is understood by my son." King Jing's face was cold and solemn and stern, without any concealment.

Under Jiuzhu's obsession, the two Taoist priests left Beijing and were set to be after the Mongol Festival.

What impressed them was the delicacies of the MRT Festival.

People who practice practice do not value their desires. They are not called greed, but taste the taste of the world.

The Miaomeng Festival's Miaomeng Festival means praying for a bumper harvest and peace among the people, so it is particularly lively every day.

When Su Hou changed into a phoenix robe and picked up jewelry, he saw the peach wood gourd carved by Jiuzhu in the box.

The peach wood gourd was round and cute. She picked up the gourd and tied it around her waist.

"Empress, will it be inappropriate to put this on today...?"

"Why is it not suitable?" Su Hou touched the gourd and said with a smile: "Today I will sacrifice and pray for blessings to the heaven. This gourd has a good meaning. It is full of blessings when worn on it, and it has a good meaning."

Xiang Juan smiled: "Yes, yes, the things that the Crown Princess carved by herself are naturally good. Wear it, and all evil will not invade you. When you encounter bad luck, you will be full of blessings and auspicious aura will be a thousand feet long."

Everyone in the Mingyue Palace knew that the Empress liked the Crown Princess very much, so the people who served the Palace People laughed after hearing this.

The atmosphere was so happy.

"Don't laugh anymore, go to Qilin Palace to see if the Crown Princess is ready." Su Hou smiled and said, "The Crown Princess participated in this kind of sacrificial ceremony for the first time. I will ask the ritual officer to arrange for the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince to stand behind me. I and Du Qing will take care of her so that she will not be nervous."

After saying that, she lowered her head and rubbed the peach wood gourd around her waist: "By the way, prepare them a set of changing clothes. After An Miao sacrifice, some newlyweds will go to the mud war. I see that they will definitely join in the fun."
Chapter completed!