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Now that the person from the Jingu Palace has been found out from the Lanyin Pavilion, and Ji Shaojian, whom King Duan wants to promote, also has an inexplicable connection with the Jingu Palace, it is not easy for the King Duan to stay out of the matter completely.

Even if the emperor didn't doubt him, after this incident, his position in the emperor's heart must not be as good as before.

What happened to Ling Jiang can be said to have completely offended Zhao Jiaduan Wang Fang.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say more.

He Xiangshan turned to ask: "Since the person from the Jingu has been found out, is Mr. Zhou safe and sound?"

"Right now, Dali Temple is starting to investigate, but it's a certainty that this matter has nothing to do with him, and it's just a process. When Shao Siqing's interrogation is over, Mr. Zhou will be cleared of all suspicions on Wednesday, and he can get away safely." He Lingjiang replied.

"That's good." He Xiangshan nodded when he heard the words, "It is inevitable for us to offend the Zhao family and King Duan now. But Ling Jiang, you have done Zhou Shangshu a big favor..."

In the past two days, Zhou Yun secretly sent a lot of letters to discuss matters, and the relationship between the two families has obviously become closer.

Once Mr. Lang is released safely on Wednesday, according to Zhou Yun's temperament, he will naturally keep this matter in his heart. In this way, they are not completely helpless in Yingdu.

After finishing speaking, he told He Lingjiang again: "However, right now we don't want to make friends with the rich and powerful in Yingdu. Although we have friendship with the Zhou family, we should not get too close on the surface, lest the people above look at us." It's an eyesore, and I've moved my mind."

"Yes, my daughter wrote it down." He Lingjiang nodded.

When she did this, she didn't intend to be kind to others, but since such an effect was achieved by accident, that's not bad.

Following the arrest of the people from the Jingu Palace, He Lingjiang became more and more busy in the next few days, asking and examining everything, and everything was inseparable from others.

This wave is rare to win so many people at one time, and there is still the right envoy of the Jingu Palace alive. Isn't she going to work hard and want to get more things out?
It's a pity that the bones of the people in the shrine are so hard that they can't get anything out for a while, so they have to grind slowly.

As for the maidservant in her courtyard who secretly communicated with the Jingu, she also ordered others to take it down together.

In this way, her courtyard can be considered clean.

Time flies by, and it is the twelfth lunar month in the blink of an eye.It was already the cold winter time, and the sky began to snow here and there.

It was rare for He Lingjiang not to go to Buyuansi, but to rest honestly in the mansion.

In the study room, a warm pot was burned, using high-quality silver charcoal, which made the whole room warm.

She leaned on the couch, and looked at the snow outside through a crack in the window.Although the snow in Yingdu is not as good as that in the northern region, it is getting heavier and heavier now, and it is quite overwhelming.

At this time last year, she ran away in the wilderness and was robbed of her body. She almost died. When she woke up from Mrs. He Qi, she felt that she was neither a human nor a ghost, and her future was unpredictable.

Unexpectedly, a year has passed now, and she has truly integrated into this body and done so many things.

It's really unpredictable...

Qiongzhi hurried through the courtyard, went to the door and shook off the snowflakes on her body before entering the house.

Seeing that she did not know when to open the window, she hurriedly stepped forward to close it: "It's cold, Seventh Lady, be careful if you catch the cold wind, it will be bad."

"It's okay." He Lingjiang didn't care.She is a practitioner, how could she be easily blown by the cold wind for so long?
But these maidservants often treat her like a delicate little lady, which makes her even more lazy.

Aman, who was drawing talismans on the table beside him, smiled and said, "Sister Qiongzhi, have you forgotten that our Seventh Lady is not an ordinary little lady?"

Qiongzhi went over and nodded her head: "Of course I haven't forgotten, but you should be careful. It's not like you, you are careless all day long, with rough skin and thick flesh..."

"Ouch." Aman covered his head pretending to lament, "Sister Qiongzhi dislikes me again, Seventh Lady, you need to punish her..."

He Lingjiang watched the maidservants joking with each other, and shook his head amusingly.

"Aman, how is your talisman drawing? Show it to me."

Aman stopped laughing when he heard this, and presented the talisman on the table to He Lingjiang: "Seventh Lady, please give me some pointers."

It has been almost a year since Aman has followed her to learn how to draw talismans. This year, she has worked hard and conscientiously, so she has made great progress.

In today's encounter, she painted Fengfu.

He Lingjiang looked at the yellow talisman in his hand, and looked at the movement of the writing, it was coherent and natural, and he could detect the slight spiritual energy flowing in the talisman, which was considered a complete talisman.

She sat up straight, got up and walked to the front of the house, opened the closed door of the study, and the bitter wind swept in, occasionally mixed with one or two snowflakes.

She stood in the corridor and handed a piece of the talisman in her hand to Aman: "Come on, let's show it."

Aman took it with both hands, clamped the talisman between his index finger and middle finger, chanted a mantra lightly in his mouth, and then threw it vigorously, and the yellow talisman shot away quickly.

Following the arrival of the yellow talisman, a gust of wind suddenly rose up, instantly rolling up snowflakes all over the sky and rising into the air. The dead branches in the yard shook off the snow on the branches and fell in a rustling manner.

After a while, the gust of wind receded, and the snowflakes that were blown into the air fluttered down again.

"Seventh Lady, what do you think?" Aman looked at her with bright eyes.

He Lingjiang nodded slightly: "It's okay."

Aman has learned this wind talisman not long ago, and this blast is already considered acceptable.

but--

She picked up the talisman with two fingers, put it close to her neck, chanted softly, and then threw it forcefully.

The yellow talisman shot out quickly, and suddenly felt the courtyard chill, and then saw the snowflakes in the midair suddenly seemed to be cut off in the middle, and all went smoothly in one direction, with a "click", all the dead branches in the courtyard were broken and fell to the ground .

"Look again, we are using the same talisman drawn by you, and I have never used my inner breath, so why are there different results?"

Aman frowned, pondered for a moment and then suddenly said: "It's about the spell. Seventh Lady is not as careful as Aman when she recites the mantra. She is afraid of saying a word wrong, but she comes out of her heart."

He Lingjiang nodded: "The so-called talisman and talisman are inseparable. For beginners, the imperial talisman also needs to cast a spell. It is useless to draw the light talisman well, and the incantation must be recited properly. And this is in place, then you can cast a spell." It’s freewheeling and natural. As for how to grasp it, you need to feel it yourself.”

Aman nodded repeatedly as if taught: "Aman remembered."

"Don't worry, take your time." He Lingjiang looked at the snowflakes all over the sky and said with a smile, "Once the heavy snow falls, this year will not be far away..."

"In the field of profound arts, for someone who walks fast, one year is just enough to get started. The road is long and the road is long, just keep the heart of continuous exploration."