After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Chapter 3 You encountered a ghost

With Jiang Zhengqing, the majestic head of the family, no one dares to make a mistake.

Not long after, an old lady with almost white hair walked in, surrounded by servants.

Everyone stood up and saluted together. Yuan Qi kept staring at the old lady, and found that there was a trace of death between the old lady's eyebrows, and there was also an evil spirit around her. She would be alive in a few days.

After the old lady sat down, her eyes rested on Yuan Qi. Although this little girl was very beautiful, she didn't like her. She didn't even have a smile on her face: "Are you the daughter of Liu Qinghao from the outer room?"

Yuan Qi held each other's hands, and her little feet moved restlessly. She was wondering whether she should remind the old lady that based on blood, this was her biological grandmother. But the old lady obviously didn't like her.

To remind or not?

Her tangled look seemed to the old lady to be nervous and awkward. She was scared when she saw her elders, and was so nervous when she heard their elders asking questions that she couldn't even speak.

The old lady's impression of her was even worse.

Jiang Bailu was very disdainful, but still reminded her very kindly: "Seventh sister, grandma is asking you something."

Yuan Qi then stepped forward with his calves and stared at the old lady for a few seconds before speaking: "Yuan Qi would like to say hello to my grandmother. There is some evil energy in my grandmother, which is extremely harmful to the body. If it is not driven away, I am afraid it will be harmful to her life."

Old Mrs. Bai suddenly turned pale: "How dare you! You dare to curse me to death? Aren't you just going to suffer in a Taoist temple for a few years? Do you hate me so much?"

Jiang Zhengqing was also very angry and yelled: "Why don't you kneel down and apologize to your grandmother!"

Yuan Qi was extremely aggrieved, pouting her lips, tears falling down. She didn't want to cry, it was not worth it, but she just couldn't control it.

Jiang Bailu saw it and felt that Yuan Qizuo wanted to commit suicide in front of his elders just because of his good looks. Who among the younger members of the Jiang family would dare?

Such a reckless person should be severely punished.

She ran to Mrs. Bai and acted coquettishly: "Grandma, don't be angry. Seventh sister has suffered in the Taoist temple since she was a child, and she deserves to feel aggrieved. Besides, she has been in the Taoist temple for so many years, how can she learn some real skills? Please let her elaborate. Is she right?"

Old Mrs. Bai snorted and became even more angry: "Don't say nice things for her, what can you learn in this little time? She's not resentful that we didn't take her back earlier."

Jiang Truffle, who has always been with Jiang Bailu, also stood aside and said: "Grandma, I know that the seventh sister must hate us, but she shouldn't curse her grandmother for dying early. She must have not learned any rules in the Taoist temple, so she talked nonsense, why not Let her kneel down in the ancestral hall and let her learn the rules of Jiang Mansion so that she will not embarrass us when she goes out in the future."

When Old Mrs. Bai saw these two beautiful and sensible granddaughters, her anger suddenly dissipated: "Well, after all, she grew up outside and has no rules. My old lady is not as knowledgeable as you. Someone, take her to the ancestral hall and have a good time." Reflect on it, give her a hundred rules of the Jiang Mansion, and let her learn it. After she has learned it, give her food to eat, and then let her out."

Yuan Qi had tears on her face, but she didn't arouse any sympathy from anyone in Jiang Mansion, and no one said anything good for her.

A gray-haired nun took her away and imprisoned her in the ancestral hall.

One night passed, and no one brought Yuan Qi food. Her stomach growled with hunger, and this was not going to work.

She took out a paper figurine from the cloth bag, formed a seal with her hands, and with a flash of golden light, the paper figurine started to move. It slowly got up from the ground and bowed to her with both hands.

Then the paper figure gradually grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it took the shape of Yuan Qi, kneeling in her place in the ancestral hall.

She simply changed into a monk's robe, and without stopping, she sneaked out while no one was around. She found a deserted place and climbed over the wall with a slight jump.

Tianshui Street is the most prosperous street in Shangjing, the capital of Rongguo. There are many merchants here, peddlers and footmen are everywhere, and people shopping are even more crowded, making it extremely prosperous. She found a noodle stall and ate a bowl of noodles, then went to the foot of a big locust tree and took out the equipment from the cloth bag.

A piece of cloth was picked up with a bamboo pole, and it said "Three hexagrams and twelve hexagrams every day". She exerted a slight force and the bamboo pole stuck firmly on the bluestone board.

There is also a three-foot-square white cloth with a Bagua diagram drawn in the center, which looks a bit old.

There was a stone behind him, and he didn't know which vendor had moved it here. Yuan Qi happened to sit down.

She was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin in her hair. She was sitting behind a stall at a young age, looking at the passers-by with her dark eyes, which were clear and innocent. Coupled with an extremely beautiful face, how could she look at it? They all look like they were forced by adults to seek a living. Anyone who passes by here can't help but take a few more glances.

However, it had been almost an hour, and no one asked her to tell her fortune. However, some people thought she was out to beg because she was young, so they threw a few copper coins at her stall.

With a "dong" sound, a silver ingot rolled down to her feet.

Then a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old squatted down.

The young man was wearing a blue cloud satin brocade robe, with a slight bow on his back. He was very arrogant. He was obviously a libertine, but he held a folding fan in his hand and pretended to be an elegant young man.

This young man's eyes were green and black, and Yuan Qi initially judged that this man had indulged in excessive sexual activities at a young age, and that he had a strong ghost energy lingering around him.

Next to him were two young men in dark blue robes, about the same age as him, with equally malicious expressions on their faces.

"Fortune telling." Bai Youhui closed the folding fan.

Feng Zhaolin on the left said politely: "Do you know who we are?"

Yuan Qi looked over and saw that the three of them were all dressed in rich and noble clothes. Not to mention anything else, the hair crowns on their heads were very valuable, especially the one in the middle, who wore a purple gold crown. This was not something that ordinary wealthy people could afford. of.

Before Yuan Qi could speak, Feng Zhaolin spoke again: "I am the third tyrant in Beijing, and this is our eldest brother, Third Master Bai."

It turned out to be the Bai family. I was so lucky today. As soon as I came here, I met a stupid person with a lot of money.

"Mr. Bai, you are black and blue and haven't had a good sleep for several days. You have met a woman you particularly like, who is gentle and considerate, and you can't wait to be with her all night long. Moreover, you have felt your body getting worse and worse these past two days. Weak, have no appetite and can't sleep well, always thinking about that girl?"

The first thought that came to Bai Youhui's mind was: What kind of tiger-wolf talk did the little girl say in the movie? You don't learn well at a young age, and you can even say such things. Could it be that you peek at your parents practicing every day? But the calculation is really accurate.

He said these words unconsciously.

Yuan Qi's face turned red, and he pointed at him and cursed: "Does it count? If it doesn't count, get out!"

"Hey, little girl, you have quite a bad temper." Feng Zhaolin pulled out the dagger from his waist to scare her.

"Put it away!" Bai Youhui pretended to scold Feng Zhaolin.

Feng Zhaolin obediently put away the dagger and reminded Yuan Qi: "Little girl, you'd better be polite. We, the three tyrants in Beijing, are not easy to mess with."

(End of this chapter)