Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

When Chi Dongchuan followed the Taoist servant to the side room in a hurry, he realized what was going on with the so-called three people sleeping.

He looked at the three people sleeping on the bed, his eyebrows twitching.

People in the Taoist Palace should not focus solely on attaining success in Taoism. Let’s first think about how to read and write!
There was a scorching heat in the house, so it wasn't actually too cold, but when he thought of the three of them lying in a helter-skelter position all afternoon, with Chi Xinsu and half of his body hanging on the ground, Chi Dongchuan became furious.

"Is this how you serve King Xin?" The anger in his words was so strong that it could almost condense into substance, stabbing the two Taoist servants to their core.

The Taoist servants looked at each other, but they were able to resist the pressure of King Duan's questioning and did not kneel down on the spot like other servants in the palace.

But only the two of them knew that cold air was beginning to come out of their back vests, and layers of goosebumps were trembling in their pores.

One of the Taoist attendants answered bravely: "His Royal Highness King Xin is sleeping strangely. We suspect that he has been hit by a spell, so we dare not move easily."

"Suspicious?" Chi Dongchuan said through gritted teeth, "I just suspected that you let him lie on the ground for so long? Won't you Taoist priests check to see if there is any magic technique?"

Another Taoist servant lowered his eyes to the ground and replied tremblingly: "The Taoists are not good at learning, so I want to invite Master Gu Qing to come..."

Chi Xinsu is now King Xin, not only the nameless prince temporarily staying in their Taoist palace, but if they are really fooled by their half-baked Taoist skills, their lives may be in danger at any time.

The more Chi Dongchuan heard, the darker his face became. He had no good impression of Dao Palace, and he even hated the master of Dao Palace, Gu Qing.

But no matter how Gu Qing led the Taoist palace to plunder the treasury and exploit the people in disguise, he understood that this old Taoist had some real abilities, otherwise it would not have been possible for his father to support him religiously for so many years.

Just when he was hesitating whether to let the Taoist attendant go to the Taoist palace to find Gu Qing, Chi Xinsu, who was lying at the foot of the bed, stood up with a bang.

"Xinsu!" Chi Dongchuan was overjoyed and quickly strode forward, "Are you awake? I..."

Then he realized that he was happy too early. He saw Chi Xinsu closing his eyes and passing by him expressionlessly, walking straight towards the table in the outer room.

As they watched, Chi Xinsu picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, then turned around and lay down straight back to the place where he fell asleep before.

The whole movement was clean and neat, without any unnecessary expression of emotion. Even the posture after lying down at the end was exactly the same as what they saw when they first came in.

The scene was very strange.

Looking at his series of actions, Chi Dongchuan suddenly remembered the information that the shadow guard had secretly collected before - he was inexplicably asleep, but he ate, drank, walked and slept like a normal person.

It's narcolepsy!

The two Taoist attendants instantly saw that Chi Dongchuan's brows turned colder, and they looked at them with obvious scrutiny and hostility.

"Come here." Chi Dongchuan called out the shadow guard, pointed at the two Taoist servants and said, "Please go to the side courtyard to stay for a few days. You are not allowed to step out of the side courtyard without my instructions."

He couldn't trust Daogong, let alone Gu Qing. Before finding out whether narcolepsy was related to Daogong, he would never hand Chi Xinsu into Gu Qing's hands.

The two Taoist servants were shocked at the same time. King Duan actually wanted to put them under house arrest.

Prince Duan's shadow guards are all elite masters. It is easier to crush a few Taoist priests than ants. To resist more is to ask for trouble. The two Taoist warriors are very discerning and follow the shadow guards silently. Went to the side hospital.

After placing the Taoist attendant, Chi Dongchuan waved his hand to the housekeeper and said calmly: "Seal down all parts of the house. Don't let any news about today's events come out. Also, go and ask the shopkeeper Lu from Heji Pharmacy."

Even though he knew that narcolepsy could not be cured by ordinary medical skills, he still refused to give up easily.

Even the imperial doctors in the palace could not fully believe it. After thinking about it, Chi Dongchuan thought of the former imperial physician Lu Bumeng who was framed by the Taoist palace and expelled from the palace many years ago.

King Duan is sitting in this room, and King Xin's palace is busy in an orderly manner. After finding out today's itinerary, all the unimportant guests are politely sent back to their homes. The servants in the palace shut up when they should, and invite people when they should. , everyone is silent and cautious.

Jiang Fuyuan on the other side began to doubt life.As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw mottled stone walls on all sides, thin straw on the ground, a broken wooden board that could barely be called a bed, and an indescribable stench filling the air, which seemed to be blood. A product that has lingering odor and musty smell for a long time.

This is the dungeon.

The cell was dark and cold, and the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blew in through a small window on the high wall. However, a few inches of the window was blocked by an iron cross, obviously to prevent anyone from escaping.

Jiang Fuyuan raised his head and looked at the little light coming in from the window. He slowly thought about how many pieces the corpse would have to be broken into before it could be completely thrown out of the window.

Another gust of biting north wind rushed into the cell and rushed into her mouth and nose. Jiang Fuluan couldn't help covering her lips and coughing.

"Ahem..." After coughing a few times, a heartbreaking pain came from her back, "Hey...what's going on...ahem..."

The sweet taste in his throat and the pain in his body, the double pain almost made Jiang Fuyuan want to tear Zhong Liefeng apart.

What kind of bullshit dream was he having? Her death was the beginning, right?

The more fragile a beauty is, the more lovable she becomes. The eyes of several jailors outside the cell revealed greed, and they couldn't help but lick their lips.

This witch is truly a stunning beauty. No wonder His Majesty is reluctant to kill her.

In the prison, Jiang Fuyuan coughed until her vision turned black, and she almost lost her breath. She finally covered her chest and stopped coughing. She sat on the broken wooden board to adjust her breathing, gasping softly.

This body was too weak. She mobilized her spirit to explore the body, but found that there was warmth in her chest and abdomen, as if something was protecting her, so she did not feel cold in this drafty sky prison.

But it was limited to not feeling cold. Her originally majestic power of faith could not be used at this moment. Her powerlessness was the best portrayal of her at present.

What kind of setting did Zhong Lianfeng arrange for her in her dream?

While thinking, two sets of footsteps came from outside the cell.

One jailer took out a key and opened the cell door, while the other jailer held a wooden plate with a bit of rancid food on it.

The smell of spoiled food arrogantly occupied this small cell. The jailer with a sinister look put the wooden plate on the ground and shouted: "It's time to eat!"

Jiang Fuyuan turned her head in disgust, not wanting the green moldy food to stain her eyes. She covered her nose and said, "Take it away!"

Whether she was in the sect in her previous life or in Dashun in this life, she had never wronged herself in terms of food. For Jiang Fuyuan, who could eat fragrant and soft white steamed buns in Kejiacun, this kind of food was as good as the food that she invested in. No different than poison.

The two jailers exchanged glances, seeing the familiar lust in each other's eyes.

It was bitterly cold in the prison. In the past, any female prisoner in the prison who had even the slightest bit of beauty would be taken over by the prison boss. Not to mention that they, the two little jailers, had never tasted a beauty like Jiang Fuyuan, even if they even looked at it a few times, they would be imprisoned. Head scolded.

But it's different now. The Xitu Kingdom is seeing a steady defeat by Muke Kingdom. I heard that King Muke has arrived at the city and is about to break through the capital of the Western Tu Kingdom. The prison chiefs got wind of the news early and ran away without a trace. There were only a few of them, little jailers, who had no money and no home, and they didn't know where to run if they wanted to.

At the risk of dying, they simply stayed in the sky prison and guarded the prisoners in the prison, hoping that the new King Muke would allow them to continue doing their job for the sake of their dedication to their duties.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings. One jailer asked another in a low voice: "Should I go first?"

The other one with a sly eyebrow was unhappy: "If you want to come together, I won't let you."

"Okay, let's go together."

There should be another chapter tonight. Babies, please vote. The data is so lagging behind.