The Concubine's Conspiracy: Rebirth of the Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 79 Who is it?
"The old lady eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name all the year round. She is illuminated by the Buddha's light, and the twirl beads are always on her body. The evildoer can't catch the old lady for the time being. However, if things go on like this, the old lady will definitely be affected by that ghost."

But Wuwo shook his head with a serious face, and said, "Dare you ask, the old lady has often felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and even her appetite is not as good as before?"

"This……"

"May I ask the old lady to answer the poor monk truthfully, yes or no?"

"Yes!"

"Then there's nothing wrong with that."

Wuwo caressed his short beard, and said: "This ghost's womb is very deep. Fortunately, he is attached to this womb, so the ghost qi is restricted, and most of it cannot be used. The ghost qi belongs to yin. When the yang energy is the most abundant, put it in the auspicious position calculated by the poor monk and set it on fire, and this evil spirit will naturally be eliminated."

The old lady's expression was already extremely ugly, and she looked at An'er with an extremely complicated expression. This golden grandson was something she had hoped for with great difficulty, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a ghost.

She should have been aborted a long time ago, so she was happy in vain.

These days, she always feels unwell, and she doesn't have much appetite for meals every day, and she often suffers from headaches. I thought it was caused by the rage a few days ago.

But I didn't want to, it was this devil who was causing trouble!

"Old madam, you can't believe it. An'er is not a ghost, he is not a monster, he is a human, a living person, you can't burn him to death, I won't let you burn him to death."

Gu Ruolan roared hoarsely, seeing the obviously shaken expression of the old lady in front of her, she felt like the sky was falling, and Mama Lin and Mama Qi also stood in front of Gu Ruolan.

At this moment, Chun Yu and Qiu Ju brought Luo Bingshu to Yilan Courtyard.

Followed by Yong Zhao.

When Gu Ruolan saw Luo Bingshu, it was as if she had grasped the last straw. She hugged An'er, rushed forward, and knelt down in front of Luo Bingshu with a plop.

"Bingshu, I beg you, please don't let them burn An'er to death, he is our child, he is not a ghost or a devil, I beg you, I don't ask for anything, I am willing to leave the Xiangfu , From now on, I will always accompany the ancient Qingdeng Buddha and pray for the Xiangfu. I just ask you not to burn my An'er to death, don't burn him to death..."

Gu Ruolan said in tears, Luo Bingshu lowered his head, seeing Gu Ruolan's pear-blossoming face, couldn't help reaching out to help her up.

"What's the matter, just tell the truth, Fa'er is the son of the truth, with the truth, no one can hurt him!"

"Yes, Sister Ruolan, if you have any grievances, you can tell me and Xiangye about it. What are you talking about going to the temple to accompany the green lanterns and spread the word? What does it look like for others? Do you think it was Bengong who did something to force you away?"

Luo Bingshu's expression froze, and he let go of Gu Ruolan's hand.

Gu Ruolan's expression froze, and she could only greet Yong Zhao humbly: "I have seen the princess, the princess has thought about it." Yong Zhao, see you in more than ten years.

She is still so tall and graceful, but she can only look at her so humblely, standing in front of his husband, the two seem to be so suitable, just like 12 years ago, when they got married, they gave her feel the same.

The same miserable, also the same bitterness.

"Okay, sister, get up first. If there's anything you need, just talk about it. Master Xiang is here, and he will definitely make decisions for you."

Yong Zhao also said indifferently: "Lady, what's going on? Why did you want to burn An'er to death?"

Mrs. Luo remained silent with a sullen face.

On the side, Aunt Xue shrank and told the story.

"It's nonsense, it's simply absurd. My son is a human being, how could he become a ghost in your mouth? If he is a ghost, how can he appear in broad daylight? He will be out of his wits before long, you monk, If you don’t give Truth an explanation today, Truth will keep you from getting out of the Prime Minister’s residence!”

Hearing this, Luo Bingshu was furious. After all, he is the prime minister of a country. Although he also believes in Buddhism, it is simply impossible for him to believe that his son is a ghost.

Wu Wu's face was expressionless, and he only said calmly: "If you don't believe me, that's good, the poor monk will prove it to you. It is really rare to be able to show up in the daytime. , and this aunt, due to the erosion of the ghost, is now completely damaged, and has long been controlled by the ghost."

"If Master Xiang doesn't believe it, you can just dig up the sycamore tree and see the clue."

As he said that, Wuwo pointed to the big sycamore tree beside the wall of Yilan Courtyard which could not be embraced by two people, and said loudly.

Mother Lin's face was anxious, her expression flickered slightly, she stretched out her hand and clenched her fist, a layer of cold sweat had already soaked in her palm, she looked anxiously outside the courtyard, but she didn't see anything, and her complexion was as white as paper.

Everyone looked in the direction Wuwo pointed, and everyone's faces were full of surprise.

"Come here, dig out the truth."

Luo Bingshu looked at Wuwo with deep eyebrows, then at Gu Ruolan and An'er in her arms, and gave Gu Ruolan a reassuring look.

However, Gu Ruolan was trembling all over, and the redness on her cheeks and lips faded in an instant.

She is not an ignorant girl, let alone a three-year-old who doesn't know anything. Since I dare to say so for sure, even though she doesn't know what is under the plane tree?
However, I also know that it is definitely not good for her and An'er.

Right now, her father and brother are still in the future, who else can she rely on?Do you rely on the man in front of you?If he really wanted to keep An'er, how could he really order someone to dig up the phoenix tree?
At this moment, Gu Ruolan's mind is in a mess, the only thing that makes her feel at ease is that Wuyou is not here, not in the Prime Minister's residence, then Wuyou can escape this calamity.

However, Gu Ruolan didn't know that at this moment, Luo Wuyou in Lanruo Temple was also facing an extremely dangerous scene.

The servants of the Xiangfu moved very quickly, and in less than a stick of incense, all around the sycamore tree was dug up. One of the servants, seeing something in the soil with sharp eyes, quickly threw away the hoe and scraped the soil away with his hands. .

Presented that thing to Luo Bingshu.

When Luo Bingshu saw the thing, his complexion changed drastically. It was two human-shaped puppet, the workmanship was very delicate, but the puppet's body was covered with silver needles.

On the white silk cloth on the back of the two puppets, there is a line of writing.

It's Mrs. Luo, and Luo Bingshu's birth date.

"Gu Ruolan, what explanation do you have?" Luo Bingshu's face was so gloomy that water dripped out. As the prime minister, he was well-informed and knew what it was.

The witch puppet, obviously someone cursed him and Mrs. Luo, that's why it was buried under the plane tree. As the majestic prime minister of a country, under one person, above ten thousand people.

As an extremely human minister, he has always been the object of worship and fawning. For the first time, someone dared to curse him like this. The monstrous anger made his whole body exude a strong chill and anger.

He is even more familiar with the handwriting on the puppet. It was Gu Ruolan's notes. He will never remember it wrong. They are all good, and she has a habit of writing.

It's just that there will be a turning point on the pen on the Yin character, and the handwriting on this puppet coincides with her habit. This habit, so far, only he has noticed.

So, that is to say, the writing on the puppet is very likely to be written by Gu Ruolan.

He really never dreamed that the woman he once loved would wish him to die. This realization burned away the pity he had just raised for Gu Ruolan.

"It's not me, it's really not me, you believe me, it's really not me..." Gu Ruolan was pale and incoherent, she also came from an official family, so she naturally knew what it was.

At this moment, facing the man's questioning, she was completely speechless.

Because, even she herself couldn't tell the authenticity of the handwriting, as if it came from her hand, if she didn't know that she had never written such a thing.

She would even think that it was she who wrote it down.

However, she clearly remembered that she had never seen those two puppets, let alone wrote those two lines.

"You didn't write it, so tell me, who wrote it?"

Luo Bingshu glared, and looked at Gu Ruolan with resentment: "This handwriting, this habit, is just like yours. It's not you. Could it be that someone framed you? Tell you, the princess has always been with me , or even, we didn’t know that a fairy master came to Xiangfu, if it wasn’t you, who else could it be? Tell me!”

Gu Ruolan lowered her head dejectedly.

"Old man thought that you had thought through all these years of self-cultivation and self-cultivation in Yilan Courtyard, but I didn't expect that you still harbor resentment and even do such things..."

Mrs. Luo was also very angry, she felt dizzy when she saw the shining silver needles all over the puppet.

"Old lady, Master Xiang, do you believe in the poor monk now?"

Wuwo said at this time: "It's a pity that this aunt is controlled by a ghost to do such harmful things. When I meet a poor monk today, the poor monk must not let it go. I also ask Mr. Xiang as soon as possible." Make a decision, once the time has passed, the devil will be full of evil spirits, and may have the intention to harm others again!"

"No, Mr. Xiang, please don't, old madam, please be merciful and let An'er go. If you really want to burn someone to death, you can just burn me. I beg you, let my child go, please." You guys..."

Gu Ruolan knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged continuously until her forehead was broken and blood oozes, and her voice became hoarse when she begged, but Mrs. Luo and Luo Bingshu both had sullen faces and said nothing .

Luo Bingshu's chest heaved violently. He looked at Gu Ruolan, and then at An'er in her arms. A trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, but he finally walked away: "I will leave this matter to my mother and wife. There are still important things to do."

Seeing Juejue's back when the man left, Gu Ruolan even forgot to cry.

Mrs. Luo finally gave the order: Burn An'er.

A group of slaves including Hong Jin and Mama Liu stepped forward to stop them, but they were finally wounded and sent to the woodshed.

However, the old lady still couldn't bear to see the young master burned to death, and handed over the execution to Princess Yongzhao. The old lady looked tired, swayed a few times, and almost passed out on the spot.

The princess had no choice but to take up this burden in the end.

After returning to Ningxinyuan, the old lady locked herself in the Buddhist hall and knelt in front of the Bodhisattva for several hours. Even she thought that Master An'er would be doomed to escape this time.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady went back to the mansion, and made a big fuss in the Prime Minister's mansion because of Young Master An'er.

Master An'er escaped a catastrophe, and the young lady even invited Master Yikong to expose the lie of selflessness. Unexpectedly, everything was a play directed and performed by Miss Six herself.

Really, there is no way out after mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers!
Now that the truth is revealed, the old lady is probably even more self-blame in her heart.

Lin's mother collected her thoughts, sighed softly, and removed all the already cold food.

In the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Luo's eyes trembled slightly, but she opened her eyes, listening to the sound of footsteps going away, and looking at the jasper Avalokitesvara statue on the altar in front of the hall.

A gloomy light flashed in his slightly sunken eyes.

What happened today was that she was too reckless, so that she was misled. In this prime minister's mansion, all ghosts, monsters and gods are in battle, and no one is worse than anyone else.

I don't know, those puppets, one by one, who made them?
(End of this chapter)