The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Chapter 350 Chapter 350: My sister's sweetheart

Hearing this, a little Taoist priest at the back rolled his eyes: "If the groom is not dead, how can he accompany Miss Zhao across Huangquan Road?"

Young Master Zhao fell into silence.

Changying continued: "Young Master Zhao, this is already the best and most direct way."

Young Master Zhao hesitated for a moment, this is his own sister, how could he have the heart to make her unable to cross the road to Huangquan.

It's just killing a man, why not.

"Then do it like this." Young Master Zhao said.

The corner of Changying's mouth twitched, very satisfied: "Your sister will live in a few days, and the young master has to hurry up and find a suitable candidate."

This business is not small, and she can make a lot of money again.

"I also ask the Taoist priest to give instructions." Young Master Zhao said, "It is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack."

Changying moved the dust whisk.

A little Taoist was very clever, immediately took out a talisman, turned his backhand, and the talisman burned, and then put it into the teacup for Young Master Zhao to drink.

"This talisman allows Young Master Zhao to temporarily see the strength of a person's soul. A suitable bridegroom for Lingmei should preferably be of the fire sign. If he is glowing red and very strong, then he is the most suitable candidate." Xiao Xiao Taoist said.

When Young Master Zhao heard that it was such a trouble, he immediately lowered his face, "If you give me a hand, it will be much faster. If you think the money is too little, I can increase the money."

He was afraid that Fu'er would not be able to wait.

Chang Ying flatly refused: "It's not a matter of more money but less money, it's because the poor don't want to get involved too much. In the future, helping the younger sister and the groom to preside over the wedding has already caused a lot of karma, and I don't know how much merit I have to accumulate to offset it. "

Young Master Zhao understood, and secretly thought that these people were really chicken thieves, who wanted to make money but didn't want to get karma.

However, there are not many Taoist priests who can do this, and he has no choice now.

He drank the talisman water and said: "I will find a suitable candidate as soon as possible, the Taoist priest is waiting for my good news."

"Wait." Changying hesitated again and again, but she still did a divination. She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Young Master, if you go to the capital, you should be able to find a suitable person."

If she doesn't give some pointers, this business will probably be very difficult to succeed.

Zhao Shaozhu's face turned pale: "Thank you, Daoist."

He was not in a hurry to leave Chihuomen, but now wandering around the sect, the talisman water really worked, he could indeed see the different colors of aura emitted by different people, strong and weak.

However, the disciples of the sect either had the wrong aura color, or were too weak, so they were not suitable candidates.

Young Master Zhao also secretly admired that old Taoist nun Changying. It seemed that he had to go to the capital to gain something.

Before leaving, he naturally wanted to meet Zhao Lingfu.

What is rare is that Zhao Lingfu is sober at this moment. She has always loved painting Danqing, and since her illness worsened, she has stopped picking up a paintbrush.

But today she persisted, asked the maid to prepare paint and drawing paper, and spent a lot of energy and mind to draw a picture.

She was so meticulous that she didn't even notice that Young Master Zhao had entered the house.

"Who did you draw?" Young Master Zhao took a quick look and found that his sister drew a man, which he had never seen before.

Zhao Lingfu was startled, her hands shook, and the drawing paper was stained with a few drops of ink.

A good painting has flaws.

"Brother, you entered my room, why don't you tell others?" Zhao Lingfu was so ashamed and annoyed, she hurriedly protected the painting on the table, not wanting Young Master Zhao to take another look.

Young master Zhao took a quick step and snatched Danqing over.

The man on the picture scroll has handsome eyebrows and looks like a young man in high spirits.

He smiled and said: "Which family is this young master, so that my sister misses her so much that she still paints for him?"

Zhao Lingfu's cheeks were flushed, and the roots of her ears were burning hot. She hurriedly said: "No one, I just draw a few strokes in idleness."

She wants to snatch Danqing over, but Young Master Zhao is strong and strong, how can she snatch it.

After moving a little, his complexion became paler, and his breathing became a lot heavier.

Seeing this, Young Master Zhao became flustered and didn't dare to fight with his sister anymore.

He helped Zhao Lingfu to sit down, and gave Danqing back to her, saying: "Brother, there is no other meaning. Before you painted, you either painted mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and trees, or you painted me and father. I have never seen you paint before." others."

Zhao Lingfu regained her breath and lowered her head.

Young Master Zhao said again: "Afu, if you really like him, brother can find a way to let him marry you and fulfill your wish."

"No!" Zhao Lingfu suddenly raised her head to look at her brother, with a face of resistance and anxiety, "I am seriously ill, how can I get married? Isn't that delaying others?"

"It's just for a title, so there's no delay. To be my son-in-law of Chihuomen, it can be said that one person has achieved the Tao and ascended to heaven. He may not be unwilling." Young Master Zhao disapproved, with a little complacency.

Zhao Lingfu knew his temperament, so she had no choice but to say: "He comes from a noble family, and his status is not low, but I am the one who climbs up to others."

She folded the Danqing carefully for fear of breaking it.

Her eyes were gentle, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Brother, I don't mean anything else, I just want to have this painting to accompany me after death, so that I won't feel lonely."

Young master Zhao's nose was slightly sore, seeing his sister's weak appearance, he wished to share half of his lifespan with her.

It's a pity that Changying is unwilling to do such a god-defying thing.

He touched his sister's head, "Okay, I will help you put the painting away then."

Zhao Lingfu smiled happily, leaning her head on Young Master Zhao's shoulder, "Thank you, brother."

She was exhausted and soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

At this time, Young Master Zhao was also a little undecided. His sister had a heart for herself, and she would definitely be unhappy if he found a groom she didn't like to accompany her on the road.

But the time was imminent, so he thought twice and went to Kyoto.

As soon as they arrived at the sub-helm, someone came to smash the place and made a lot of noise outside.

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew that it was a young man: "You guys are arrogant and domineering, bullying the weak people. If you don't apologize, I will sue your sect master!"

Those disciples laughed, and didn't pay attention to the young man:
"The young master in Beijing is really busy, so I have to take care of this little thing."

"It was the man who was unfair in his business first. We kicked his stall to prevent more people from being deceived. Young master, you should thank us."

"If you want to sue, you can sue, and see if our sect master takes care of you."

"That's right, you still want to sue our sect master. You really want to laugh to death. We've seen a lot of you dudes like you. If you can't carry your hands on your shoulders, you have to stand up for others, and you don't care about your own weight."

Several people ridiculed and spoke contemptuously.

With a cold face, the young man clenched his fists, "Then I'm going to sue someone, they're all men, so let's judge the competition with fists?"

The disciples looked the boy up and down, and laughed again: "You? Want to fight us?"

(End of this chapter)