Jia She has a red envelope group [Red Mansion]

Su Wuchen didn't expect to wait for him to come back, and Wuming was still in the room.

Smiling, Su Wuchen turned around and went to the kitchen in the backyard to cook sober soup for Wuming.

The drunk Wuming woke up, "Where is this?" He rubbed his temples, his head was stunned, the alcohol from yesterday was gone, but the aftereffects were still there.

Wuming looked around, "Is this Su Wuchen's yard?" He recognized it, "By the way, his master asked him to come over yesterday to ask Su Wuchen about Ping Xiye, and then... "

The picture of playing drunk and crazy yesterday flooded Wuming's mind, and the scene did not stop.

"I must be crazy..." Wuming buried his head in the quilt, what did he do, isn't this a hooligan...

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

After being an ostrich for a while, Wuming came out of the quilt, taking advantage of Su Wuchen's absence, he wanted to leave, if they met, he really didn't know what to do.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wuming got out of bed, Su Wuchen entered the room, holding the hangover medicine for Wuming.

This is so embarrassing...

Wuming slipped back into bed at lightning speed, pretending to be asleep!

The appearance of this ostrich is exactly the same as that of his master, and it really will make a raging nest.

Su Wuchen smiled, pretending not to see Wuming, put the hangover soup on the table, and left.

Knowing that Wuming has a thin skin, Su Wuchen doesn't want to put too much pressure on Wuming. For a little white rabbit like Wuming, he has to eat it bite by bite.

Hearing the sound of leaving footsteps, Wuming stood up, but was relieved not to see Su Wuchen.

Seeing the hangover soup on the table, I don't know how I feel.

"He doesn't care?" Wuming was a little puzzled.

For the next few days, Wuming avoided Su Wuchen all the time. This cowardly appearance was the same as that of Jia She. Whenever Jia She asked Wuming to find Su Wuchen, Wuming said that he was not feeling well.

Wuming hides, but his good friend Youda hardly hides.

Wuming let Daji grab the sore foot this time, as soon as Su Wuchen came, Daji leaned Wuming on Su Wuchen, yes, Daji did it on purpose.

Daji is a strange dog, and Wuming gets nervous when he hears about Su Wuchen, and Daji often bites his trousers and drags him to Su Wuchen.

Later, Su Wuchen would bring chicken legs to Daji every time he came. Daji was really a cute dog.

Looking at these two people and a dog, Jia Amnesty always felt a little strange, why is it so strange?

In terms of emotions, Mr. Jia is really not ordinary dull...

The screen changed to Prince Pingning's Mansion.

Ping Xiye is still persistently looking for the monk and the lame Taoist. Some people say that they saw the monk and the Taoist priest in the ruined temple in the West Village. .

"It's really them?" Ping Xiye asked his hidden guard.

"Return to the prince, all the characteristics are in line." The dark guard replied.

"The monk is fat, and the Taoist is lame?" Out of caution, Ping Xiye asked again.

"Yes, my lord." The dark guard replied.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ping Xiye's mouth, his face was calm, but his heart began to laugh wildly.

Finally let him find it! ! ! ! !

Finding the scarlet monk and the lame Taoist, Ping Xiye was like finding Jia Baoyu's mother.

Ping Xiye is really obsessed with Jia Baoyu.

"Leave immediately." Ping Xiye ordered.

In order not to let outsiders seize the opportunity, Ping Xiye planned to go there in person, just in case nothing would go wrong.

It stands to reason that Jia Amnesty's current information snobbery should be much stronger than Ping Xiye's. Previously, Jia Amnesty had asked Su Wuchen to track down the news of the scarlet monk and the lame Taoist, so he should have found it before Ping Xiye.

Could it be that Ping Xiye was lucky?

In any case, Ping Xiye had already arrived at the scarlet monk and the lame Taoist earlier than Jia She, and Jia She lost in terms of time.

The two were really a monk with a scarlet head and a lame Taoist. For some reason, they came to the West Village to recuperate.

Somehow, the lame Taoist's injury healed, but the monk with the scarlet head fell ill. The monk with the scarlet head, who was as strong as a cow, fell ill, which was really surprising.

The scarlet head monk had a fever for two days, and he became confused. The lame Taoist and the villagers begged for medicine and asked the scarlet head monk.

The two lived in the temple for the time being.

"Monk, have we violated a taboo?" The lame Taoist asked the skinny monk, since they had the intention of harming Jia Amnesty, it was an unspeakable misfortune.

"What taboo, changing one's fate against the sky is the big one, the big one..." The scarlet-headed monk became dizzy again as he spoke.

"Could it be sent from above?" the lame Taoist asked.

Jia Amnesty's fate should not change too much, and Jia Zheng will be cannon fodder.

"Perhaps Fairy Jiangzhu's life has changed too, why don't I just ignore it." The lame Taoist retreated.

The scarlet monk went up and gave the lame Taoist a kick, "This is your duty and mine, what nonsense are you talking about!" The scarlet monk was more persistent than the lame Taoist in matters of fate.

The monk with a feverish scarlet head kicked very lightly, without pain or itching, but the lame Taoist stopped doing it and served you well, so he came to kick someone?Do you think you are the uncle?

Putting down the medicine, the lame Taoist grumbled in his stomach, "I'm going out for alms, you can rest here."

The lame Taoist deliberately wanted to give the monk a bit of trouble, he wanted to let the monk know that meddling is not about meddling, and that there is retribution for karma.

It took two days for the lame Taoist to ask for alms. The scarlet head monk was already weak, and with no food, he became even weaker.

Xicun guards the sea, and there is a traditional ceremony of offering sacrifices to the Dragon King these days. In order to bless a good harvest within a year, the temple where the monk with the scarlet head and the lame Taoist live is the place where the ceremony is held.

Since the two are eminent monks and Taoists, no one dares to say that they stayed here.

Ping Xiye came just in time for this ceremony.

Everyone was busy, and the usually quiet village became lively.

This was not what Ping Xiye wanted to see. He just wanted to invite the monk with the scarlet head and the lame Taoist back to his house in a low-key manner. It was best not to let anyone know about it, so as not to cause complications.

But Ping Xiye couldn't wait for the ceremony to end, so he could only bite the bullet and go to the West Village to wait.

Today's Ping Xiye dare not underestimate Jia She, although he has help behind him, Jia She seems to have more help than him.

From the capital city to the West Village, it takes two days to travel by horse-drawn carriage, and it takes one and a half days to travel day and night.

I really don't know why the scarlet monk and the lame Taoist ran so far.

The bumps on the carriage made Ping Xiye very uncomfortable. Today, Ping Xiye is just a mortal, without magic arts, and his only golden finger is alchemy.

Immortal alchemy is different from mortal alchemy, and what Ping Xiye has practiced now is considered to be health care products.

Ping Xiye was seriously injured the last time he practiced witchcraft forcibly. It would be good if he can recover after ten years of recuperation.

Halfway through the journey, Ping Xiye's face turned sallow, he was motion sick, the car stopped halfway, Ping Xiye got out of the car and vomited, it was really embarrassing.

After vomiting, Ping Xiye was shaking and panting heavily.

I really don't know who is weaker between his current body and the younger sister Lin in his previous life?

"Little prince." The guard came over with a worried look on his face.

"It's okay, let's continue on our way." Ping Xiye said, his health is not important now, the most important thing is to find the monk who beat the scarlet head and the lame Taoist.

It is said that people are unlucky enough to stuff their teeth even when drinking water.

Originally, this bumpy road was enough for Ping Xiye, but when he was about to reach the West Village, it was raining heavily again. It rained in the winter, so unlucky...

The ancient horse-drawn carriages are not the iron-clad ones of today. No matter how good the boards are, they can still leak some water. Before the heavy rain, Ping Xiye vomited because of motion sickness. Halfway through the vomit, the rain fell...

By the time he ran back to the carriage, he was already a drowned rat.

It is called thorough if it is drenched.

"How dare you treat me like this, wait for me to go to heaven, you guys, you wait!" Ping Xiye and the psychotic half got angry at the sky, and the dark guard thought his master was in a hurry.

After cursing this sentence, Ping Xiye coughed violently.

Ping Xiye's body was drenched in the rain, if he didn't quickly change into dry clothes, he would definitely suffer from the wind and cold.

In ancient times, the wind and cold can be big or small, if it accidentally hits the lungs, Ping Xiye will really die.

"Find a place to shelter from the rain." Ping Xiye ordered to the hidden guard.

The scarlet-headed monk and the lame Taoist were not as important as Ping Xiye's life. If they were gone, everything would be gone.

"Yes, my lord." The dark guard hurried to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, there is a wooden house on the mountainside, which seems to be able to shelter from the rain.

It looked like there was only one room, but in fact there were two, and the one inside was not seen by Ping Xiye.

The heavy rain was rushing, so there was no time for Ping Xiye to observe carefully.

The dark guard was waiting outside, and Ping Xiye entered the door alone.

Why didn't Ping Xiye let the dark guards in? Just kidding, before saying Ping Xiye was a fairy, how could ordinary people see him changing his clothes.

"Damn it." Ping Xiye didn't stop scolding the sky all the way, there was no way, who made him so unlucky, he got so unlucky all the way home.

Sure enough, without mana, it feels very bad to be a mortal, a feeling of going from a cloud to a quagmire.

The change of clothes was a bit wet, but it was better than the ones on Ping Xiye's body, and Ping Xiye looked unwilling.

When I was in the palace, there was a stove, but there was no one here, so I took off my clothes, shivered, and my whole body was covered in chicken skin.

When he unbuttoned his clothes, the token of Ping Xiye's palace fell to the ground. It was important to change his clothes, but Ping Xiye didn't pick them up. The wet clothes stuck to him made him quite uncomfortable.

After putting on a dry undershirt, Ping Xiye felt more comfortable. He hadn't put on his trousers yet, and every time he changed his trousers, Ping Xiye was very slow. He really didn't want to look at the root of filth.

Ping Xiye began to regret it. She knew that she shouldn't have leaned over the man at the beginning. In fact, according to Ping Xiye's original plan, she would end up possessing the princess of the Southern Dynasty. She didn't want the plan to be completely disrupted by Jia Amnesty.

He scolded Jia Amnesty again.

As soon as Ping Xiye put on his trousers, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a man and a woman came out. The two stared at the naked Ping Xiye in amazement.

Seeing the two of them, Ping Xiye's expression changed drastically, and he unconsciously called out.

Then the woman between the two yelled!

Then the man between the two yelled again!

Hearing such a shout, the hidden guards waiting outside rushed in.

Now Ping Xiye's voice is even louder...