There is a starving ghost in Qingyun Temple

Chapter 68 Predictive Dream 03
Yuan Ji pursed his lips, and finally softened his voice: "Okay, okay, if you feel unwell, please ask the doctor to come and take a look. How do I know if you are okay?"

"My lord, I had this nightmare because I was worried about Sanlang's marriage. I only hope that Sanlang's marriage will go smoothly and he will be happily married. If my daughter-in-law can successfully give birth to Lin'er in the future, she will continue to have children and grandchildren, and the whole country will benefit from it." What a blessing to the Duke!"

Yuan Ji's expression softened significantly when he mentioned the matter of having children. It would be his heart's wish if Sanlang and his bride could have a fat and white grandson.Now, both Da Lang and Er Lang only have daughters. The huge Duke of Qin’s palace still doesn’t have an eldest grandson!

"Okay, okay, since I can invite them here, I will naturally let them do what they should do. Saburo is also my good son, how can I not be interested in him?"

"I understand, the Duke of Guo is the most powerful, and I will obey your orders."

"Besides, now there is Princess Zhaoqing who is very difficult to take care of. It is best to be careful in everything."

"I will arrange everything for you, so please don't worry, Lord. But why do you think Princess Zhaoqing wants to come to our house?"

"Keep your voice down!" Yuan Ji frowned, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Why is Princess Zhaoqing here?! Why did she condescend to the Duke's mansion?! Isn't it just for that boy Li Yun?! "

"It turns out it's for the Crown Prince Jingbei." Madam Fang smiled, "You don't have to worry too much, Duke of the Kingdom. You are the Crown Prince's great benefactor. If Princess Zhaoqing and the Crown Prince get married, don't you, Lord, also get involved? Are you taking advantage of it?!"

Yuan Ji sneered a few times and said no more to her: "Okay, it's getting late, you go down first."

Fang curled her lips and left angrily.Halfway through the journey, Fang suddenly stopped, raised his head, and stared at the crescent moon in the dark sky.I don’t know what to think.

"Madam, it's windy outside, I'd better help you go back quickly!" the maid behind her said thoughtfully.

Mrs. Fang smiled, unmoved, and then suddenly asked: "How's it going in the second room?"

Seeing that there was no one around, the maid whispered behind her ear: "Yesterday, Erlang and Mrs. Cen had another big argument. Mrs. Cen ran back to her parents' house angrily early this morning, and she hasn't returned yet."

"Yes." She stroked her forehead, showing helplessness. Mrs. Cen was always so short-tempered, "Where's the big room?"

"Dalang's leg problem is a bit more serious today, and Mrs. Wen has been taking care of him."

"Mr. Wen has worked hard too." Fang's brown eyes were full of inexplicable emotions, "The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing."

She sighed deeply, turned and walked in the other direction.

The next morning, when Yingqiu brought breakfast, she happily informed that a banquet would be held in the back garden of the Duke's Mansion tonight, and Mrs. Shen and Brother Shen were specially invited to attend.

Normally, Yingqiu would only be able to do odd jobs in the kitchen, so naturally she would not have the opportunity to participate in such a banquet. Today, she would be able to take advantage of the opportunity by following the two of them.

Shen Huihe had a panoramic view of her beaming but suppressing smile, and did not reveal her little thoughts.

Before that, she had to go to Xiaoxiang Courtyard to meet the eldest lady of the Ichiban Duke's Mansion, Mrs. Fang.

Mrs. Fang was still suspicious, and looked at Shen Huihe who was sitting aside with his head bowed respectfully, back and forth seven or eight times.

"You, you are the Taoist Master sent by Qingyun Temple?"

"It's Pindao. Pindao's Dharma name is Miao'an." Fang tugged on her red lips that were well smeared with lipstick, and said with some disbelief: "Master Miao'an has profound Taoism at such a young age. He must be a member of the Duke's Palace. I will try my best. If anything goes wrong, the Duke and I will definitely not be able to forgive you."

"Don't worry, madam. I am a poor Taoist who has learned from Master Qingxuzi and will definitely do his best to eliminate evil and chant sutras and pray for the Duke's mansion."

"That's fine, that's fine. My son's big day will be in ten days. That day must go smoothly and without any mistakes. Do you understand?"

After Mrs. Fang finished speaking, she inadvertently held her forehead, as if she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Pindao understands, Madam, please be at ease." Shen Huihe responded softly, "Madam, Pindao has also studied medical skills with my uncle Qingyangzi for several years. I wonder if I can take Madam's pulse?"

Fang was startled, a little surprised by her cleverness. She had also heard of the name Qingyun Guan Qingyangzi, so naturally she didn't want to refuse.

"Well, that's fine. Please ask a real person to take a look at it for me."

Shen Huihe raised his hand and put it on her jade wrist. After a moment, he said with a gentle smile: "Madam's health is not very serious. It's just because she has been thinking too much recently, which has accumulated in her heart. I can give Madam a prescription. Just take a few patches and you’ll be fine.”

"That's very good, that's very good." When Fang heard this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that there was something wrong with her body.

She straightened up, and then took out a small round box with a lotus pattern from under her sleeve: "Madam, this is a tranquilizing elixir refined by Master Qingyangzi with great effort and painstaking efforts. It has the functions of cultivating the body and nourishing the eyes. I hope Madam will accept the effect of meditating and sleeping peacefully."

Mrs. Fang was startled, and her eyes lit up: "The real person is really interested. I have been working hard these past few days on my son's marriage, and I have trouble sleeping at night. This thing is exactly what I want!"

"As long as the madam likes it. If the madam feels at ease, the poor man will feel at ease."

Mrs. Fang was happy in her heart. At first she looked down upon this young Taoist nun, but now that she thought about it, she felt that she was caring, sweet, smart and clever.

When I saw carefully that she was still wearing a plain, thin, thick silk dress, I suddenly felt a little bit of distress in my heart.She ordered someone to fetch a set of clothes.

"This dress is from when I was not a member of the imperial family. Although it has been a long time, I have only worn it two or three times. It is made of precious Shu brocade and has unique Suzhou embroidery on the sleeves and collar. Pattern. I hope Madam Shen won’t dislike it.”

Shen Huihe smiled brightly and declined: "Thank you, Madam, for your kindness. However, a Taoist should be pure of heart and have no desires. This thing is too precious, Madam, please——"

Mrs. Fang smiled: "Life is a long road. Madam Shen knows how to advance and retreat. There is still a long way to go in the future, so just keep it!"

She ordered the maid behind her to deliver the clothes to Qingfengyuan herself.Shen Huihe couldn't shirk it, so he had to accept it temporarily.

At night, Yingqiu welcomed Shen Huihe and Huikong to the back garden of the Duke's Mansion.The two of them changed into monochromatic robes with some embroidery patterns.Not obtrusive and inconspicuous, I hope no one can pay attention to the two of them.

When passing the abandoned yard in the northeast corner, Shen Huihe pursed his lips. The place was still surprisingly quiet.

The back garden is located in the center of Qin's palace, extending in all directions facing southeast, northwest and northwest.The garden is unique in its pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, as well as water pavilions and high platforms.

(End of this chapter)