Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 59 Jingxue questioned, mage identity

"Master, regardless of who made this doll, we should incinerate this dirty thing first, and the mage also said that as long as this doll is burned, my mother's illness will gradually recover. For the sake of mother, master, you should also quickly hand over this dirty thing to the mage, and let him open the altar and burn it." The eldest lady said these words pretending to be calm, but she was very nervous inside.

"Master, I don't agree with this. I think it's better to find out who made this doll first, otherwise even if this doll is burned, the doll will come out in the future. Not only will the old lady be dangerous, I'm afraid The entire Prime Minister's Mansion will also fall into the haze of this witchcraft." Aunt Qian on the side said stubbornly, if this matter has nothing to do with her, she can just turn a blind eye to it, but now it involves Her daughter is dead, so this matter can't just be left alone, she must find out who framed her daughter.

"Master Xiang, it's almost noon now. If you don't burn this kid, after noon, I will be helpless, and the old lady's illness will be powerless." He interjected with his eyes closed.

Murong Tianyun held the doll in his hand, looked at Aunt Qian, then at the eldest lady, and sighed heavily, "Amei, mother's life is important, save mother first, and now everyone knows Well, this matter has nothing to do with Lianxue, so forget it!"

He didn't know what Aunt Qian was thinking, but in the current situation, he really couldn't put her life at risk.

Hearing this, the eldest lady at the side finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the doll from Murong Tianyun's hand, and hurriedly handed it to the mage, bowing, "Master, please do the magic trick."

Unexpectedly, when the mage was about to open the altar, a faint voice came from the side, "I haven't asked for advice yet, which temple is the mage from?"

Hearing this, the mage stopped what he was doing and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, this seat comes from Nan'an Temple."

"Nan'an Temple?" Murong Jingxue smiled coquettishly, "I heard that there is an eminent monk in Nan'an Temple by chance, with the name of Yuanji. I don't know if the master has ever known him?"

"Of course I do. The round machine is my senior brother." The mage smiled awkwardly, and then replied.

"Oh, look at my memory." Murong Jingxue patted her head lightly, "Master Yuanji belongs to Jing'an Temple, and Master Yuanji belongs to Nan'an Temple."

"Oh, that's right, that's right, it's Senior Brother Yuanji. I always call Senior Brother Yuanji Senior Brother Yuanji, which makes everyone laugh." The mage responded awkwardly, wiping the sweat from his head with his sleeve.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Murong Jingxue's gourd, they all stared blankly at Murong Jingxue and asked the mage some irrelevant questions with a satisfied expression.

Only the eldest lady's complexion became more and more ugly following Murong Jingxue's question, and she thought to herself, this person is probably going to be fooled by Murong Jingxue, no, she must find a way to stop it.

"That's right, but as far as I know, Nan'an Temple is at least fifty miles away from the capital, but the mage came to the Prime Minister's mansion in just two hours. Came here in a hurry? Or has the mage been waiting for a long time not far from Xiangfu?" Murong Jingxue still asked these irrelevant questions with a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)