The ghost-catching princess, she always pretends to be weak

The three of them also came here under the orders of their master on this trip. It was most likely the intention of the one from Qingyun Mountain.

Most people in the capital go to Daxing Temple and don't know much about Qingyun Mountain in Changning City, but no one knows about the old people in the court.

Lu Xu rarely appeared at the banquets held by senior officials, but that day he rarely appeared at the birthday of Mr. Liu.

One is because Mr. Liu, the old minister, is getting old and is ready to retire and return to his hometown and leave the capital.

Second, on the day he was crowned, his father fell ill again and slapped him hard in front of everyone, and no one dared to stop him.

Only Liu Laoshangshu protected him behind him. I don’t know what he said to the consort. The consort went back to the house in despair and never came out again.

On the day of Lao Shangshu's birthday, Lu Xu specially missed the time for others to pay birthday wishes and came to see Lao Shangshu alone.

He stood in the study, holding a talisman in his hand, and said kindly, "You are here."

Lu Xu cupped his hands and saluted: "It's your birthday, how dare Lu Xu not come."

Liu Laoshangshu rubbed the talisman paper in his hand, cherishing it very much: "Looking at the talisman paper, is it really so effective?"

Only then did Lu Xu see the bright yellow piece of paper in his hand and lowered his eyes: "If you believe it, there is it; if you don't believe it, there is nothing."

Liu Laoshangshu took the talisman and said, "You kid, you really dare to say anything. Do you know the Quan Zhen Sanren of Qingyun Mountain?"

Lu Xu frowned slightly, as if recalling: "I've heard of it, but I don't understand it."

Mr. Liu came out of the desk and sat in front of the chessboard: "It's still early, why don't you play a few games with me."

Lu Xu said nothing and sat opposite the old minister.

He holds the black man.

Playing chess is secondary, chatting is the main thing.

"Quanzhen Sanren of Qingyun Mountain is the most respected person by the late Emperor and His Majesty. If it weren't for him, the First Emperor would probably be involved in the affairs of the former Crown Prince's Mansion."

Mentioning the former crown prince's residence, Mr. Liu's voice became softer: "If Quan Zhenren hadn't sent the former crown prince off properly, the late emperor might not be able to let go until his death."

Lu Xu was greatly shocked, but his expression did not change.

The former Prince's Mansion has always been the biggest taboo in Beijing, and no one dared to mention it. Today, on the birthday of Mr. Liu, he actually mentioned it to this young man.

Xu was a member of the royal family, so when she mentioned it to him, she only felt nostalgia and lamented the impermanence of the world.

rather than discussions among officials.

Lu Xu finished calmly and then said, "No wonder you all have the talisman from Qingyun Mountain. That Sanren must be quite capable."

That's what he said, but he never believed in ghosts and gods.

Mr. Liu took a leisurely sip of tea and continued: "I would rather believe it."

He stared at Lu Xu for a few more times, and suddenly said with emotion: "It looks like, it really does look like."

Lu Xu was confused by what he said and showed a rare smile: "Who are you saying this junior looks like?"

Liu Laoshangshu's cloudy eyes were somewhat clear, as if he had seen an old friend: "He looks like a prince."

Lu Xu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Liu Laoshangshu suddenly came to his senses: "It doesn't matter, you are the son of the eldest princess and your nephew, Uncle Xiao. You are like the Holy Emperor and the former prince. It is natural for you to be like him."

It's just that he looks more like the former prince, even his stern look.

When Lu Xu left, he saw Mr. Liu stuffing the talisman into the medicine bag on his waist.

It was a purse embroidered by Mrs. Liu herself. Mr. Liu was very old, so she specially put some life-saving medicine in it. Now this talisman is as important as these life-saving medicines.

Lu Xu occasionally heard other officials discussing that if he could get a talisman from Qingyun Mountain, it would be more peaceful than Daxing Temple where he had been worshiping for three to five years.

So when he learned that Wen Jiu was a disciple of Qingyun Mountain and casually gave him a stack of talismans, he was quite surprised.

But today, both he and Ye Ziheng came here because of the matter of Dragon Vein. Could it be that Qingyun Mountain was also entrusted by the Holy One?

A thought came to his mind: Should he report this matter back to Beijing?

If Qingyun Mountain and the Holy One are not of the same mind, wouldn't it be a warning to others?

Lu Xu couldn't help but press his eyebrows. This matter still needs to be considered again.

Wen Jiu was still thinking about what Lu Xu meant by finding opportunities to find opportunities.

Could he be saying that some people felt that southern Xinjiang was remote and no one would find it, so they hung up the dragon-patterned jade pendant?

Or maybe someone wants to take advantage of this terrain and do something they shouldn't.

But along the way, there were no signs of this in southern Xinjiang.

What does Lu Xu mean?

One day closer to the sacrifice, Wen Jiu sat in the room uneasily, drawing talisman paper one after another.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door next door, it was Lu Xu.

Is he going out?

Wen Jiu subconsciously opened the door: "It's so late, do you still want to go out?"

Lu Xu paused, holding the teapot in his hand: "I'm afraid the waiter has fallen asleep, so I'm going to add a pot of tea."

Wen Jiu glanced across the street and saw that Ye Ziheng's light had just gone out.

She lowered her voice and said with sly eyes: "Wait a minute, the bamboo leaf green from our Qingyun Mountain is particularly delicious and is not available in Beijing. I will brew a pot for you."

Lu Xu raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid that after drinking your tea, I will do something for you again."

Wen Jiu extinguished the light in his eyes and said aggrievedly: "This can only be a question, a question."

When the two went downstairs, Ye Ziheng's door was gently closed.

It seems that the biggest variable between him and Lu Xu is Wen Jiu.

Ye Ziheng knew in his heart that Lu Xu Bairi had not told the truth.

Dragon-patterned jade pendant, every opportunity is used, this is all speculation.

On the contrary, it would be somewhat reasonable if the dragon vein guardian had a dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging on him.

But if it is the woman downstairs, she is the guardian of the dragon vein.

What if you use the Heart-Eating Gu to kill the Dragon Vein Guardian!

Someone wants to kill the Dragon Vein Guardian. But this female ghost must not be the one!

Wrong kill.

The real guardian of the dragon vein is still alive.

Wen Jiu rarely entered the kitchen. The vegetables in southern Xinjiang were colorful and hung all over the wall: "Lu Xu, do you know what the kitchen is for?"

This question is indeed boring, but Lu Xu is not impatient at all, and even echoes: "If it's not cooking, why don't Miss Wen tell me what else to do?"

Wen Jiu raised his head: "Don't you know this? Just listen to gossip!"

"In the past, when I was in the capital, it was too difficult to find out anything. So I would ask someone to squat in the kitchen. The cook in Taifu's Mansion is very powerful. She could find out anything."

She was holding a tomato and tossing it around in her hands, her tone lively.

Lu Xu smiled softly: "That's it."

Wen Jiu tilted his head, like a proud little peacock: "Now you have learned it."

Lu Xu and Wen Jiu looked at each other through the mist of hot water and said, "But Wen Jiu, I can actually check it myself."

Wen Jiu achieved his goal, put his face in his hands, and said with a look of extreme admiration: "I have forgotten that you are a Jin Yiwei. You are worthy of Lord Lu Xulu. I think it will not be difficult for Lord Lu to find out the identity of this woman." "