Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 217 The method of suspension
Jiang Sile's voice was a little slow and hoarse, and she asked tentatively: "What if there is?"

But Xuan Qingzi seemed neither anxious nor annoyed, his face remained as usual, and he continued to speak warmly: "Infinite Heavenly Lord. This is a good sign."

Auspicious sign?

The illness that bothered her so much, the thing that hindered her so much, could actually be considered auspicious signs?
Jiang Sile was confused by Xuan Qingzi's words at this time.

Say he knows?But he reacted like this and also mentioned an auspicious sign.

So he didn't know?Then this Taoist master's calculation skills are really extraordinary.

So Jiang Sile gradually regained her cold face and looked at Xuan Qingzi with a calm expression, but the shock in her heart was already tumbling in her heart like a stormy sea, boiling endlessly.

While A Yishi and the little Taoist priest looked confused, Xuan Qingzi stroked his beard and continued:
"When I wrote a letter a few days ago, I explained in my mind the symptoms of the strange disease that Your Highness is suffering from. I have roughly known it in my mind, but I wonder if the disease has been relieved now?"

Jiang Sile did not look at that person. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at his slender white fingers. Because of his uneasiness, his fingers swayed slightly and tapped lightly on the table.

"Since Master knows, do you have a way to cure me? If so, Anle will definitely repay you with great kindness."

Jiang Sile's eyes moved. After the previous conversation, she already had some understanding of Xuan Qingzi.

This Taoist priest is not at all like those bluffing magicians, and his opinions and conversation are also very extraordinary. He can actually bluff Jiang Sile to three points, which can be regarded as having some ability.

In this case, Jiang Sile asked straight to the point.

It would be great joy if there was a way to cure it.

If not, then he was just a liar with superb deception. Even for the sake of the little Taoist priest, Jiang Sile did not think of punishing him.

But this problem seemed to be expected by Taoist Xuan Qingzi.

I saw Xuan Qingzi frowning slightly. The fairy-like person had a bit of sadness and doubt in his body, and the white hair on his temples was swaying in the gentle wind.

He shook his head first and said with a hint of regret in his voice: "There is no medicine or stone in the world that can cure such symptoms."

Jiang Sile didn't get angry, he just sighed and said, "That's it...that's all."

As she spoke, she felt a little disappointed, her brown eyes filled with sadness, but she didn't say anything else.

On the contrary, the little Taoist priest asked impatiently: "Master, is there really nothing we can do?"

The little Taoist priest's eyes were sad, full of longing and hope. He knew the master's ability best, and he would never be helpless.

"Your Taoism is profound. Now His Highness is suffering from a strange illness, and she has the kindness to guide and enlighten the disciple. Master..."

The little Taoist priest seemed to have great confidence in this Xuan Qingzi, and even couldn't help but offer words of comfort.

But Xuan Qingzi shook his head helplessly at his disciple, exhaled a long breath and said: "Your Highness is a man of destiny, so he can turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into good fortune. As for this disease—— It’s not a disease, but... it’s more like it’s fused with something special.”

"Even if the poor Taoist is willing to use medical skills, it will not help. At most, it will only delay the effect, but there is nothing else that can be done."

Xuan Qing's eloquent words were heard by Jiang Sile and entered his heart.

She once again thought of that day when she was cheering before she fainted.At that time, 'Princess Anle', who had been pierced through her body with an iron knife, was screaming in pain, but her body was falling towards Jiang Sile.

Jiang Sile's eyes were in chaos at that time, and he was completely unconscious.

When she woke up again, this was what she saw before her eyes - this wonderful modern scene.

Although Jiang Sile was telling Xuan Qing what the 'special thing' was, thinking about it, he knew that it must be related to the missing 'Princess Anle'.

But the 'suspension' in his words made Jiang Sile's heart skip a beat.

"How to postpone it? Master, do you have any prescription?"

Although Jiang Sile didn't have much trust in Xuan Qingzi, he still cared a lot about treating the obstructive illusion in front of him.

"Naturally, every disease has its own treatment. Although your 'strange disease' cannot be cured by medicine or stone, if it can be alleviated by three points, there are some Taoist methods that can be used by poor Taoists."

Xuan Qingzi smiled mysteriously and didn't say anything more after that. He just said: "Your Highness, please go to the Sea of ​​Clouds tomorrow and watch it for a while."

After that, he left calmly.

Even the little Taoist priest didn't even have time to ask to stay, and Xuan Qingzi's shadow had disappeared out of sight.

But seeing the current situation, the little Taoist priest was afraid that Jiang Sile would be angry with his master, so he quickly explained: "Master has lived in the mountains all year round. His words and deeds are incomprehensible. It is not intentional. Please don't blame the master."

Jiang Sile didn't take this man's rudeness to heart at first, so he gave the young Taoist priest a comforting look and said, "Nothing, just wait until tomorrow to go to Yunhai Temple to see Xuan Qingzi's Taoism. "

As he said this, Jiang Sile felt tired, and now he seemed to have a glimmer of hope. However, after so many days of traveling and traveling, Jiang Sile no longer thought about other things.

By chance, Jiao Wen hurried to the door of the room, knocked on the door, and walked in.

After bending down to salute, he told Jiang Sile that her room had been tidied up, and he could lead her to rest.

Jiang Sile nodded, stood up and followed Jiao Wen out of the room.

Jiao Wen walked at the end. When he was leaving the room, he said to the little Taoist priest who was lying on the table with a sad face: "This room is yours. Remember to take the key."

Jiao Wen's instructions did not enter the little Taoist priest's troubled mind, and he reluctantly agreed.

Jiao Wen nodded and hurriedly followed Jiang Sile, taking her and A Yishi to the new room.

After bypassing a layer of curtains, Jiao Wen's footsteps stopped in front of a red door. He opened the door with the key in his hand, and handed the key to A Yishi's hand.

"The hot water has been added. If His Highness has instructions, a boy will be waiting behind the door in a moment."

After Jiao Wen gave some instructions, he closed the red door and quietly went downstairs to deal with trivial matters.Now the people in this team basically listen to his orders, but this also puts a lot of responsibilities on Jiao Wen, and he needs to take care of and worry about many trivial matters.

The first thing you see in the room is a splendid screen with birds playing in the water. It is dignified, gorgeous and graceful. It shows that a lot of thought has been put into it. It also shows that Jingzhou is indeed a prosperous place where merchants gather. Even the inn is better than other places. The place also needs to be a lot more gorgeous.

(End of this chapter)