Destiny Blessed Girl

Chapter 160 My bad luck is back
Gu Zhi'an shook his head, "Impossible, you don't need father and daughter to go together to seek medical advice, and if you go, you won't return for two or three days." She had some guesses in her heart, every time her luck turned bad, Gu Zhinian and Gu Qingfeng were not there In the mansion, it can be seen that the two went somewhere and did something to become like this.

And the so-called expert who can influence the fate of others must be that Wu Chenzi demon.

"You said last time that Wuchenzi is the master of the Qingxu Temple in Yuhua Mountain?" Gu Zhian asked Hongying.

Hongying nodded, "Yes."

Gu Zhian frowned tightly, feeling rather heavy.

If there was anyone who made her very afraid, Wu Chenzi would be at the top.

And this demon is clearly planning something, whether it is Gu Zhinian or himself, it seems that they are just a pawn in the plot of the demon.

Moreover, the strength of this monster is unfathomable, and in front of him, a feeling of 'I am very small' will naturally arise.

Perhaps, I should take the initiative to meet him and find out what his purpose is so that I can deal with it correctly.

Fortunately, the bad luck didn't last long, it was still about half a day, and the mysterious sense of bad luck finally disappeared.

Gu Zhinian, who had already returned to the west city, finally waited for the reward from the palace.

Although the reward was not as good as what Gu Zhian received in his previous life, it was still enough to relieve their immediate needs.

A three-entry house in the east of the city, some jewelry, two nuns who are responsible for teaching the rules and etiquette in the palace, and four guards with knives.

The family happily moved into the new house. Although it is not as good as the house in Qingbai Lane, it is good enough. At least the location is very good, and the people living around are the royal relatives and noble families. It is really crowded. Entering the upper class circle in Kyoto can be regarded as full of face for the royal family and the princess.

Gu Qingfeng, who was originally depressed because of another life, now feels relieved, thinking that his daughter will be able to live in the East Palace in a short time, and will be a queen in the future. At that time, he will be the head of the country, and the sacrifice in front of him seems to be counted nothing more.

While the family was still immersed in joy, another miracle happened in the capital city.

Princess Fuyuan from Nanli Kingdom set up a ring on Zhuque Street, and invited women from Kyoto to compete in martial arts.

Foreign women set up an arena in their own country to compete with the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that the women of the Jin State are best at, and the martial arts that everyone in the Nanli State women practice. The lottery, you don't need to pay any price if you lose, you just need to admit defeat in public.

This is simply a naked provocation, contemptuous of Da Jin's talented daughter, extremely arrogant and rude.

As soon as the arena was set up, it was natural that the well-known talented woman from Kyoto couldn't stand it and took the stage to challenge.

Who would have imagined that Princess Fuyuan looked arrogant and impolite, but he was very good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he won eight games in a row in a day, and he was numb.

On the second day, the ring continued, gradually some people from the circle of noble women in Kyoto came to the stage to challenge, and without exception, they all lost.

It has to be said that Princess Fuyuan should have worked hard to learn the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting of the Jin Dynasty, and everything is first-class.

After winning two days in a row, the original petty fights naturally escalated. Even the emperor and ladies in the palace knew about it, and they sent people out of the palace to inquire to see which noble lady came to the stage. What is it, is it a loss or a win, where is the win, and where is the loss and where is the loss.

There were even painters who specially painted on the spot. They painted the competition process and content vividly, made it into a picture book, and spread it around. Suddenly, the competition on Zhuque Street became a big event that everyone in the capital paid attention to.

On the third day, Ruan Qingyu, the daughter of Prime Minister Ruan who was always well-known in the capital, finally appeared on the ring.

(End of this chapter)