In ancient times, I made a fortune by copying my family

Chapter 40
Prince Jing is the emperor's younger brother, so the house he lives in is naturally the best mansion in Kyoto.

The palace is very large, well-organized and orderly.The garden is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with pavilions, terraces, pavilions, cornices and blue tiles, intertwined, and nine-curved corridors. The whole palace is exquisite and luxurious without losing its majesty.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Ling Chu really wanted to enjoy the scenery here.

Prince Jing's son is the direct son of Prince Jing and Concubine Jing, and the courtyard he lives in is the best courtyard except the main courtyard where the prince and concubine live.

What was surprising was that not only was the gate of Prince Jing's courtyard closed tightly under the clear sky, but there were also two guards standing outside the gate.

Seeing Prince Jing and his party, the two guards hurried forward to salute.

Prince Jing nodded and ordered them to open the door.

As the prince's courtyard, the layout inside is naturally not bad.

Ordinarily, as the heir, there should be quite a few maids serving in the courtyard of Prince Jing's heir.

But the strange thing is that the huge courtyard is so quiet that not even half of the maids and servants can be seen on the road. The courtyard of Prince Jing's son feels strange everywhere.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they passed through a moon gate. Just after walking a dozen steps forward, a strange voice came to everyone's ears.

"Nurse, your combing skills are really not satisfactory, this bun is really ugly, you better comb it for me again.

And these skirts were ordered from which embroidery workshop. The embroidery work is not good at all. The stitches on this lake green dress are not neat.

That concubine-colored gauze skirt, the embroidery on it is not only unrealistic, but also the color matching is wrong.

Why is there still a silver-red pleated skirt, which is the color worn by concubines. I am the concubine of the world, so I must wear red.

Do you look down on me as the crown prince, why is the appearance so ugly, let people go to the silver building to pick out a few new ones for me, it must be worthy of my status as the crown prince of Prince Jing's mansion..."

Ling Chu frowned. The voice, if she remembered correctly, should be Prince Jing's son?

But why does this tone of voice sound like a girl?
The suspicion had just arisen, and Ling Chu was stunned again. Isn't Prince Jing's son not married yet? Where did the concubine come from?

Could it be that she remembered wrongly?
Ling Chu couldn't help but look at Lord Ning, but saw that the other side was expressionless, and only the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Prince Jing's thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was blue and black, and he kept walking forward, while Princess Jing frowned and hurriedly followed.

In the flower hall, a girl with a flying cloud bun, an exquisite head, and a golden floor-length gauze skirt was looking dissatisfied at the heads of the skirts that filled the table, and kept picking and criticizing.

Just looking at the back view, this girl is tall and tall, but the voice of her voice makes people feel weird.

When Prince Jing saw the people inside, he yelled angrily with a dark face, "Jing'er..."

Hearing King Jing's voice, Ling Chu was astonished.

In the flower hall, the girl heard the movement and turned to look at the door.

When Ling Chu saw the girl's face, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

She finally understood why Prince Jing's courtyard was closed in broad daylight, and there were two guards guarding it, and not even half of the servants could be seen in the courtyard.

I also know why Prince Jing called a girl his son.

Because - that tall girl with hair in a bun, head covering, and floor-length gauze skirt turned out to be Prince Jing's son!
Seeing his makeup and attire, Ling Chu only felt hot eyes.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi looked astonished, his mouth could be stuffed into a large bowl of rice.

However, this does not count.

Seeing Prince Jing and his concubine, Prince Jing's son actually saluted them both, and said surprisingly, "Father, mother and concubine, why did you come here? My husband doesn't know where he went, and left me alone. It's really boring in the mansion..."

Concubine Jing looked at the son with a headache, and waved to Chang An, the young servant behind, "Hurry up and take the son down to change his clothes. Nanny, go get a basin of water to cleanse the son."

Prince Jing stomped his feet, with an unhappy expression on his face, "I don't want it, concubine mother, my clothes and makeup are my husband's favorite, I don't want to change..."

Ling Chu looked at Prince Jing speechlessly. She felt her hands were so itchy that she almost couldn't help finding a pair of stinky socks that hadn't been washed in ten years, and blocked his mouth.

Daoist Qingyang at the side was well-informed, after being surprised, he has now come to his senses.

Seeing Prince Jing and his wife holding back their anger and looking helplessly at Prince Jing's son, he hastily said, "Prince and princess, don't worry, the son is just stained with some unclean things, and the son will recover when the poor do some rituals. "

Prince Jing and his wife had long suspected that their son had committed an evil act. Taoist Master Qingyang said this because he didn't want to embarrass their faces.After all, if such a thing spreads out, Prince Jing's Mansion will definitely be criticized.

Seeing him winking, the husband and wife were naturally satisfied with him, "Then I will trouble the Taoist priest, what do we need to prepare for the practice?"

"I have brought all my things, so there is no need to bother, but please step back for a while." Qingyang Daoist turned to the nanny and the servant again, "You should also step back."

Ling Chu frowned when he heard the Taoist priest's words, but seeing that Prince Jing and his wife trusted him, he didn't say anything, and walked silently to the door.

Prince Jing frowned, "You, what are you doing..."

"Bold and monstrous, this is not the place for you to stay, so leave quickly."

Prince Jing's son said timidly and helplessly, "What a monster, I am the concubine of Prince Jing's mansion, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Since you don't leave, then don't blame the poor Taoist for taking action." Daoist Qingyang held a talisman in his left hand and a mahogany sword in his right, chanted a mantra, stepped on the sky, and walked towards Prince Jing with a serious face.

Three steps away, Daoist Qingyang swung his hand, and the talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and flew towards Prince Jing's son. At the same time, he stabbed forward with the mahogany sword in his hand, "Monster, hurry up and catch him with your hands."

Standing next to Ling Chu, Ning Chuyi looked away from Daoist Qingyang and landed on Ling Chu.

Ling Chu knew that he was asking about the skills of the Taoist priest.

Ling Chu glanced at him and said nothing.

It was the first time for her to meet this Taoist priest of Qingyang, and she didn't know his abilities well, so she couldn't comment rashly.

However, Ling Chu's eyes flicked over the talisman paper and the mahogany sword in the hands of Daoist Qingyang. The things were okay, the Tiangang steps were also right, and the posture of the shot seemed to be learned carefully.

Since this priest has real abilities, it is just for him to consume the energy of that ghost. If he can't deal with it, it's not too late for her to take action.

"Where did you come from, Daoist Priest Pheasant? You are blind. What nonsense are you talking about? I am the concubine of Prince Jing's son, and I am not a monster."

Faced with the attack of Daoist Qingyang, Prince Jing did not rush, avoiding and cursing at the same time.

Ling Chu saw that Yinhun's posture of ease, it seemed that it was really not simple.

(End of this chapter)