Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 111 A Strange Family
It was winter in Jingzhou, the coldest time, and Qingyang Hou seemed to be particularly afraid of the cold. When the three of them walked into the house, they were startled by the heat that hit their faces.

Every three or five steps in the three-way room, you can see a charcoal stove. The scarlet red light shines through the embossed copper surface, dazzling people's eyes. At first glance, the whole room seems to be filled with dots of red light, which looks a bit weird. .

The maid at the door saw Ding Zhaoliu and announced in a low voice: "The young master is here."

After a while, a woman came out of the back room holding a soup bowl in her hand. She was delicate and slender with a plain face. She was wearing a clear-water-colored regular dress. A delicate earring hung on her earlobe to show her heart and the people in the room. The disease is out of place.

She handed the medicine bowl to the maid and said gently and gently: "Zhao Liu is here. Your father called you several times today. I was talking about you to him."

Ding Zhaoliu hummed and didn't say anything more. He just led Jiang Fuyuan inside.

The woman was left frustrated, standing there whimpering. When Jiang Fuyuan looked back at her, he could still see her eyes were slightly red.

Seeing that the woman was waiting in the house of Qingyang Marquis and not dressed like a servant, Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Who is she?"

Ding Zhaoliu replied in a low voice: "She is my father's concubine, just call her Aunt Qu."

There were a lot of dramas like this in Hou Men's deep residence. Jiang Fuyuan didn't want to ask more questions about her family affairs, so she nodded slightly to her, and then followed Ding Zhaoliu to Qingyang Hou's bed.

Qingyang Hou was now very thin. He was lying thinly under the heavy brocade quilt. You could barely see the rise and fall of the quilt. The skin on his high and raised cheekbones rose and fell with his breathing, proving his survival.

"Dad." Ding Zhaoliu approached the head of his bed and called him with a slightly raised voice.

After waiting for a while, Marquis Qingyang seemed to hear the call and struggled to open his eyes and look towards the bed.

Suddenly, his half-lidded eyes widened, and a whistling sound came from his throat, like a broken bellows.

Ding Zhaoliu quickly picked up the warm water that was always on the side, lifted his upper body, and slowly fed him.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm back."

Most of the water that was fed flowed back out and wet Ding Zhaoliu's sleeves.

He put down the water glass nonchalantly, picked up a clean handkerchief nearby and wiped the water stains mixed with saliva from Qingyang Hou's chin and neck. After cleaning it, he supported Qingyang Hou's upper body again and let him lie down slowly.

Qingyang Hou, who was lying down, blinked his eyes with difficulty and shouted hoarsely: "Zhao Liu..."

Before Ding Zhaoliu had time to agree, his eyes were distracted again, and he changed his name again: "Shan Sheng... Shan Sheng..."

"Oh, Lord Marquis is confused again." Aunt Qu stood behind them at some point. When she heard Marquis Qingyang's voice, she quickly squeezed through a few people and sat sideways on the bed, "Master Marquis, this is Zhaoliu, you, I’m tired and confused again…”

As she said that, she turned around and gave a faint smile to the others: "Master Hou is tired. Zhao Liu, why don't you take your friends to your own yard to play, and be careful to get over your illness."

At this moment, an old woman's voice came from outside the door: "But the young master is back? Young master, the lady is waiting for you."

After hearing this, Aunt Qu quickly stood up and urged: "Sister is looking for you, Zhaoliu, go quickly."

Jiang Fuyuan's eyes swept from Marquis Qingyang on the bed to Aunt Qu who was rubbing her hands nervously. Why did she feel that something was strange?

Before he had time to think about it, Ding Zhaoliu responded to the people outside and led Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng out of the furnace-like room.

The nanny Lin outside the door is Mrs. Qingyang Hou, the wet nurse of Ding Zhaoliu's biological mother. She married into the Qingyang Hou Mansion with her and watched Ding Zhaoliu grow up. She is considered to be half of Ding Zhaoliu's elders, so When he spoke to him, he felt more like an elder.

"Master, how many times has Madam told you not to go to Nuanyun Pavilion." She said to Ding Zhaoliu as she walked, "Master Hou's illness is weird, if he can get over it..."

Ding Zhaoliu couldn't stand Nanny Lin's complaints and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Nanny Lin, I still have guests here..."

Only then did Nanny Lin stop talking, saving some face for her young master. She just sighed and led the three of them to Wanyuan where Mrs. Qingyang Hou lived.

When he arrived at Wanyuan, Ding Zhaoliu was obviously much more relaxed than in Nuanyun Pavilion where Qingyang Marquis was located. He no longer had the airs that the young minister of Dali Temple had when he was outside. His steps were brisk, his voice was cheerful, and he shouted lively like a young boy who had not yet grown up. Said: "Mom, I'm back!" Yi Jiaoyan heard her son's voice a long time ago and came out to greet her with a smile: "Why are you coming back late today..."

Seeing the two people behind Ding Zhaoliu, she paused, then smiled and said: "I mean, it turns out a friend is here. Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Compared with Nuanyun Pavilion, the layout of Wanyuan is much more open and atmospheric. The furnishings of the houses are mainly simple and elegant, making people feel open-minded and cheerful when entering.

It's just that for a residence of the mistress of a Hou Mansion, it seems a little too open, and instead feels a bit empty and lonely.

Entering the main room, Jiang Fuyuan's eyes couldn't help but fall on a silver-headed and red-tasseled gun. The head of the gun was cold and gleaming. It was definitely not a show-off. You could tell by looking at it that it could really hurt someone.

She couldn't help but ask: "Is this Madam's weapon?"

Yi Jiaoyan followed her gaze and looked at the spear, and raised her lips: "Yes, our Yi family has always been famous for our marksmanship, and I also learned it from my brothers when I was a child.

She paused, then laughed and said, "But since I got here, I haven't touched it again."

Ding Zhaoliu interrupted and took the opportunity to praise his mother: "When I was a child, I often heard from Grandma Lin that my mother was brave and brave when holding a gun, and she had the demeanor of a female general."

"You are the only one with a sweet mouth." Yi Jiaoyan smiled and pretended to twist his ears, "Stop being so talkative and why don't you introduce your friends to me."

Ding Zhaoliu said "Oh" and turned around to introduce them one by one.

"This is Zhongwu General Zhong Liefeng, and this is..." He choked and suddenly didn't know how to introduce Jiang Fuyuan.

He quietly raised his eyelids and glanced at his mother, then gritted his teeth and said directly: "This is Mu Xiangu."

Yi Jiaoyan's smile froze, and Ding Zhaoliu quickly added: "Mu Xiangu has nothing to do with the Taoist palace, she is not Kundao."

Yi Jiaoyan's expression relaxed and gradually returned to its natural state.

The maid brought warm scented tea, and she poured a cup for the three of them herself, letting them warm their hands.

Seeing that the atmosphere was relaxing, Ding Zhaoliu took the opportunity to say, "Mom, Mu Xiangu just went to Nuanyun Pavilion and said there are spirits in dad's yard."

"Oh?" Yi Jiaoyan put down her hand while sipping the tea, and couldn't help but ask Jiang Fuyuan: "Mu Xiangu, do you recognize what kind of spirit it is?"

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "I'm not sure yet. There are many spirits that cry like babies. It's difficult to distinguish without more clues."

Yi Jiaoyan exclaimed: "Have you heard the screams of spirits?"

Ding Zhaoliu explained: "It's not just now, it's that I heard it in the middle of the night..."

Halfway through his words, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and shut up immediately.

But it was too late, Yi Jiaoyan grasped the key point: "When did you go to Nuanyun Pavilion in the middle of the night? Didn't I tell you to go less often! You also heard the screams of spirits and refused to tell me, your wings are hard, right?" "

As expected of a female general who has been training with guns since she was a child, Yi Jiaoyan trained Ding Zhaoliu so hard that she dared not show up. She could only beg for mercy: "Mother, mother, General Zhong and Mu Xiangu are still here..."

"Ahem." Yi Jiaoyan let him go, cleared her throat and returned to her gentle look, "Then how does the fairy plan to find this monster?"

Jiang Fuyuan took a sip of scented tea and said calmly: "It's easy to find it, just draw a talisman."

　Jiang Fuyuan: There is nothing that one talisman cannot solve. If it doesn’t work, then use two.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)