Dingjiangshan

Jiang Ling folded the changed clothes and stuffed them back under the pillow, then sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

The fog outside was thick, Jiang Ling opened a window, and could feel the moist water vapor outside.

Jiang Ling took a sip of tea, then took out a thin needle as long as a palm from his cuff, pinched it in his hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.

The needle was as thin as a cow's hair, and there was a little red powder on it. Jiang Ling pressed the needle lightly with his left thumb, and a slight tingling pain came from his fingertips.

Jiang Ling didn't care about the pain, she wiped off the blood oozing from her thumb, looked down at the red spot on her thumb, and was silent for a while.

If there is another way, Jiang Ling actually doesn't want to use a child as a raft.But now that the situation is urgent, she can only do whatever it takes.Fortunately, the dose of cinnabar was extremely light, and she handled it very lightly, and those marks could be eliminated in just three or two days.

Jiang Ling inserted the thin needle into the teacup and stirred it, and all the remaining cinnabar on it fell into the water. After stirring the cup of tea, the remaining fines quietly fell to the bottom of the cup.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ling stood up, found a suitable place to put the needles and cinnabar in his hand, then took off his coat and hung it on the hanger in front of the window, and scooped a spoonful of mixed oil from the lamp oil box. Oil, added to the lamp.

After finishing all this, Jiang Ling sat back at the table, turned over a new teacup and filled it up, as if waiting for someone.

After less than a cup of tea, there were some faint noises in the quiet night.Jiang Ling's hearing was excellent, and the voice became clearer and clearer, mixed with the woman's cries and eager footsteps, which appeared to be gratuitous and intrusive in the dark night.

Jiang Ling Shi Shiran put down his teacup, got up and closed the window, as if he had already rested.

Shen Tinghe hugged the crying child in his arms, his heart seemed to have a big hole out of thin air, and his whole body fell down, unable to step on the ground no matter what.

She was terribly frightened.

There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures that Nandou ascends to life and Beidou falls to death. How could she not panic if a seven-star map appeared on her child who was not yet one year old.

Earlier, when Ning Zheng insisted on going his own way and insisted on giving this young son an auspicious name, Shen Tinghe once felt uneasy.She didn't want to fight or snatch it, and she didn't want the child to be the target of public criticism before it was born—what's more, such a thing of using fate to deceive the world, Anzhi would not arouse the wrath of the gods.

Shen Tinghe didn't dare to disobey Ning Zheng, let alone express such "promising" scruples, so he could only suppress his uneasiness in his heart.

But what she was afraid of still appeared.

Shen Tinghe didn't know if this was some kind of ominous omen. The scene of Ning Chengyi's mourning was imminent. Shen Tinghe was afraid that his son would follow his path and become another stepping stone for Ning Zheng to fulfill himself. stepping stone.

She tried her best to wipe the red spots on the child's body, but those things seemed to grow on the child's body out of thin air. Even though Shen Tinghe rubbed the child's skin completely red, the color was only slightly lighter.

Shen Tinghe was frightened out of her wits, hugged the child and cried for a while before suddenly thinking of another person in the palace.

——Ning Zheng said when he came back last time that the young boy who lived in the outer courtyard was once the most important national teacher around Ning Yan. He learned from Kunlun and had great supernatural powers.

The young princess seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw all of a sudden, and without caring about the difference between men and women, she hurriedly put on a coat, picked up the child and ran outside.

She didn't know where the courage came from, and she drove away several waves of guards who wanted to ask her why, and walked alone through the garden of the inner courtyard with the child in her arms, all the way to the outside of Jiang Ling's courtyard.

The two guards outside Jiang Ling's courtyard were dozing off, one on the left and the other on the right. Suddenly, in a daze, they saw their princess running over indistinctly, and they were almost scared to go down the wall.

"Princess!" The younger guard couldn't hold back, hurriedly walked a few steps to stop her, and said inexplicably, "Are you having a nightmare? This is the outer courtyard."

"I know!" Shen Tinghe felt like cooking oil in his heart, he just wanted to see Jing Zhan as soon as possible, and for a while he didn't even remember saying: "I'm here to see the national teacher."

The guard complained incessantly, thinking what kind of hard work this is, Ning Zheng only asked them to look at the big Buddha in the room, but there was no princess what would happen if she wanted to see him.

"It's not very convenient." The guard lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Shen Tinghe, and said embarrassingly: "After all, the national teacher is a man, and it's already late at night..."

"Presumptuous!" Shen Tinghe reprimanded: "The young master suddenly had hysteria in his dream, can you afford to delay, get the hell out of here!"

The crying child in her arms added a bit of credibility to this sentence, and the guard trembled, not daring to say a word of no.

After all, although Jiang Ling's status in this mansion is embarrassing, Shen Tinghe is a serious and serious mistress of the palace. If Ning Zheng is not here, the whole mansion will listen to her.

As Shen Tinghe said, he pushed the person in front of him away, eagerly pushed open the courtyard door, and shouted: "Princess Changle, Shen Tinghe, please see the national teacher if there is something urgent!"

She called three times in a row, each louder than the last. The guards at the door looked at each other, but they didn't dare to go forward to pull her.

After a while, there was a little rustling sound in the room, a cluster of candles were lit in the side window near the bedroom, and a tall and thin figure was reflected on the oiled paper on the window.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the main house creaked open from the inside, Jiang Ling was wearing a coat, and Shi Shi ran out.

Her long hair was loose, she stood on the steps and looked down at Shen Tinghe lightly, and said, "What's the matter?"

Without further ado, Shen Tinghe knelt down, her knees slamming heavily on the cold and damp bluestone, making a muffled thud.

"God, please listen to my little girl!" Shen Tinghe begged.

Jiang Ling instinctively took half a step back, almost shocked by the sadness in Shen Tinghe's eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Ling was suddenly at a loss.

Jiang Ling didn't know if her brother and father had ever been worshiped by others, nor did she know how they felt when they were treated as life-saving straws.But at this moment, she herself felt that it was too heavy.

Especially - Shen Tinghe's despair and fear were brought by her own hands.

Jiang Ling didn't regret his behavior, but he still felt a little guilty.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ling asked.

Shen Tinghe sobbed, as if she didn't know where to start, she gritted her teeth, and simply tore the child's skirt open a little, showing Jiang Ling some red marks inside.

Jiang Ling walked down the steps with a calm expression, and stretched out his hand to open the child's skirt a little bit, revealing the whole seven-star map inside.

She tapped this thing with a thin needle herself, so of course she knew the location, so Jiang Ling only glanced at it, then looked away, and pointedly looked at the door.

Shen Tinghe was clever for a while, and didn't even bother to get up, so he hurriedly turned around and scolded: "Everyone back down!"

Although the guards felt it was inappropriate, they did not dare to disobey the order of the mistress, so they could only salute reluctantly, turned around and left.

The child was still in Shen Tinghe's arms and was in great distress. Seeing Shen Tinghe's heartbroken, Jiang Ling couldn't help feeling compassionate, and stretched out his hand to her and said, "Give me the child."

Shen Tinghe regarded her as a life-saving straw, and handed the child over without saying a word.

Jiang Ling took the child stiffly, patted him on the back, and carefully brushed his sleeping hole, letting the child fall asleep peacefully for the time being.

Shen Tinghe looked over nervously, and was slightly relieved when he saw the child's chest rising and falling steadily.

Jiang Ling returned the child to her, motioned for her to sit down by the bluestone table in the courtyard, and asked, "What are you looking for me for?"

"This—" Maybe the child stopped crying, and Shen Tinghe was no longer incoherent like before, and his mood was a little calmer.

She told Jiang Ling what happened just now, and then looked at her worriedly.

"The Big Dipper is located on the Ziwei Zhongyuan, which is a metaphor for the weight of the world." Jiang Ling said, "Does your son have such a precious fate before he takes root?"

Jiang Ling didn't know much about Xingdou, at most, Yan Qing and Jing Zhan chatted a few words unintentionally, so he could only pick and choose what he knew, so as not to show his timidity.

Fortunately, Shen Tinghe didn't know much about this, and he believed in her identity so deeply that he didn't have any suspicions at all.

"I, I don't know." Shen Tinghe hesitated, "If he didn't have this fate, what would happen?"

"No matter what, if the body is weak and life is precious, it is easy to die early." Jiang Ling said.

Shen Tinghe gasped, his whole body was on the verge of falling, almost fainting.

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Ling looked at her, and said calmly: "I heard that when your son was born, the sun was shining brightly, and there were magpies that lingered for a long time. It was an auspicious time that never happened in a hundred years. If so, you have nothing to worry about."

"But, that's not Yao'er's birth date." Shen Tinghe slipped down from the chair in despair, knelt on the ground, and cried, "I don't know, Yao'er was forcefully forced out by the prince with oxytocin!"

What he said tonight had been planned by Jiang Ling long ago.Ning Yan wanted to see Shen Tinghe, he must have something to say to her.That being the case, Shen Tinghe can't be tied to see him, otherwise no matter what Ning Yan says, Shen Tinghe won't be able to listen.

So Jiang Ling had already thought about it from the very beginning, she wanted Shen Tinghe to ask to see Ning Yan by herself.

"Then it's up to fate." Jiang Ling raised her hand as she spoke, and happened to catch a fallen leaf on the tree. She twirled the emerald green leaf and said softly: "Since you are in charge of Ziwei, since you want Ziwei star Come and protect him. If Ning Zheng can win this battle and ascend to the throne, your child will be safe with his protection. But you must take care of this child carefully, and you must last until that day."

Shen Tinghe was overjoyed at first, and then understood Jiang Ling's implication, and his face immediately turned pale.

"Then if...if the prince doesn't..." Shen Tinghe said tremblingly: "Or it will be too late by then."

"Then it depends on the child's own good fortune." Jiang Ling said.

"Is there no other way for the gods!" Shen Tinghe begged: "Being a monk or becoming an heir, whatever. It doesn't matter what the prince does. Whether the future is good or bad, I am willing to bear it with him. But the child is innocent , I just want my child to live."

Jiang Ling was silent for a while, she crushed the leaf in her hand, and the crumbs fell down.

"There is no other way." Jiang Ling said, "Unless—"

She deliberately paused, seeing the hope in Shen Tinghe's eyes ignited, and then slowly said: "He can find the second Ziwei star."