[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

The prince opened his mouth to say something, but Qingyang looked at him with very trusting and irresistible eyes, and stuffed a small bottle over: "This is the dewdrops collected at the dawn of the Ching Ming Festival, I specially prepared it earlier , kept away from light until now, and it has been blessed again, you can wipe your eyes with it, and you can temporarily connect yin and yang."

"..." Holding the bottle, Yinreng was extremely confused for a moment.

More than half of his thoughts are still stuck on "why is it so like raising an outer room secretly", but the dew that Qingyang said sounds very powerful. He has never seen ghosts and gods in his life. Could it be that this is about to happen? ?

...Are you about to meet the ghosts and gods that Qingyang secretly raised outside?

The prince's expectations were immediately hit with a hammer, and he uncorked the bottle with a heavy hand, thinking while painting, do I count as an accomplice?

He felt like a friend with a tormented conscience who had no choice but to help his brother who was out stealing the truth.But this brother of his is nothing short of amazing. No matter how powerful the average person is, he is nothing more than a savage tigress if he hides it. Daoist Qingyang concealed Sanqing on the one hand, and raised the God of Wealth on the other... The dangers are incomparable .

Yinfeng was still painting the left half of his eyelids, while Qingyang had already packed up the incense burner, lit the incense, and began to invite God.

Of course he didn't have to worry about the crown prince leaking the secret. The crown prince is such a perceptive person, otherwise he wouldn't have understood what he meant in the audience and cooperated with him.Such a smart person is naturally sensible and knows how to advance and retreat. At this time, he is asked for help, and it is too late to help him cover.

The incense in the furnace ignited white smoke, and as Qingyang stopped praying, he suddenly went straight to the sky, and five old acquaintances... ghosts, appeared before the altar, with quite surprised expressions on their faces.

Zhao Gongming took a few breaths of incense seemingly casually, then raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Qingyang arrogantly: "Yo, what wind brought you here, and how many of us do you think of?"

Yinfeng just felt a little awe of the rather majestic Emperor Wufu: "..."

... Illusion?Why do these words sound like a sour and jealous outer room?

Zhao Gongming didn't stop talking, he circled around Qingyang a few times, and continued to be angry: "It's really strange, Xiao Jingui. How long has it been since the last time you made an enshrinement? I thought you had forgotten us all!"

Qingyang argued hard: "It's only three days! It's exhausting for me to take care of Qingfu Temple by myself!!"

Yinfeng: "..."

It looks more and more like it.

And, "Little Jingui"?Is this the nickname that the God of Wealth gave Master Qingyang?

The prince who didn't know the reason tasted it, and couldn't help feeling a little bit: This is the difference between the mistress and the outer room!Look at the appearance of Qingyang Taoist priest in front of Sanqing, and when he comes to the five Linggongs, he will become the long-awaited "Little Jingui".

Qingyang continued: "—and, you don't know how dangerous it is! Almost, you won't see me!"

Liu Yuanda was still puffing out his chubby cheeks, trying to inhale the incense. When he heard this, he was startled and spit out the incense from his mouth: "What?! Such a thing happened!"

Don't, it's rare to find a worshiper who is pleasing to the eye.

Sure enough, Zhao Gongming didn't find fault anymore. Although his tone was not very good, he also asked what happened and whether there was any injury.

It was hard for Qingyang to say the specific situation, he only exaggerated the degree of danger, and finally calmed down the five ghosts—mainly Senior Brother Zhao.Liu Yuanda is used to being considerate, so he stretched out his fleshy hand to hold Qingyang to comfort him, and then said with concern: "Recently, your skin is much smoother than before. Persist in taking care of your body..."

The prince was filled with emotion when he heard it, and couldn't help but cast a look of "I understand you alone" at Qingyang.

Compared to Sanqing who only knows how to urge food, these foreign gods are much more considerate, but it's a pity that Sanqing can't accept it...

It may be that his eyes are too obvious, and Zhao Gongming, who has always been intuitive, immediately cast his eyes over: "——I didn't pay attention, there is one more person."

The prince hurriedly imitated Qingyang and raised his hand. Just as he was about to salute, he heard Zhao Gongming, who was still thoughtful and thoughtful just now, say: "Huh, brocade clothes and jade belt, full of pride. You are another royal nobleman! Little Jingui , You need to meditate in order to cultivate the Tao, and you should avoid contact with such people in the future."

Prince: "......??"

Sanqing was right not to accept it! ! !

The prince instantly seemed to be criticized by his parents not to make friends with such a bad child, and raised his vigilance and guarded his food. His original sympathetic attitude suddenly changed, and he glanced at the curling incense:

Oh, only incense?This is how Qingyang treats you.

Qingyang was speechless: "You are the God of Wealth, and you don't care about making friends, so what do you have to say? Let me tell you straight, this is the current crown prince, and he asked me for help."

Zhao Gongming said sourly: "I knew that you would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing."

The prince thought coldly: Isn't this the function of the outer room!If you have something to look for, if you have nothing to do, you will be left out.In their royal family, it is very common and normal.

Qingyang is not a roundworm in the crown prince's stomach. How could he know that the crown prince became angry because Zhao Gongming refused to let him make friends with him, and he also signaled: "His Royal Highness, you are the person concerned, and the details are still up to you."

Yinreng approached Qingyang a few steps calmly, silently shortening the physical distance between himself and his friends, but in his mouth he told the situation of the disappearance of 10 taels of silver without any omission.

Zhang Yuanbo pondered: "It sounds like there is indeed the possibility that people who eat from the underworld will take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. However, there are many ghost soldiers under my command, and the caster may also temporarily capture wild ghosts to perform fortune-telling techniques. It is best to Can take us to see it."

Qingyang nodded: "I think so too..."

Poke the prince hard.

Prince: "??"

Yinfeng is so transparent, he reacted immediately, and put on a fake friendly smile: "Since the tablets of the five spirits are enshrined in my private house, they should also be enshrined in my carriage when traveling all the way! Conditions Better too."

Qingyang's heart relaxed, and he gave Yinrong a thumbs up with his hands behind his back: Thank you!

Yinreng coughed lightly, and waited calmly for Qingyang and Wu Linggong to agree on when to leave, and walked out of the private house together before walking, and suddenly leaned against Qingyang again.

Qingyang who was almost squeezed against the wall: "..."

He turned his head, and was just about to ask the prince if you could walk a little further in the middle of the road, when he looked at the prince with a veiled look - not so veiled.

Those black pupils seem to be filled with: I know your little secret, little secret, little secret!

I'll cover for you, are we the closest friends?

Pull small group success!

Qingyang: "..."

No need... really no need...

Qingyang intends to leave the Taoist temple and go to Yongdinghe to help, but the most troublesome one is not Sanqing or Wulinggong, but Aobai.

"No old man! No old man!" Obai ran furiously in the Taoist temple, bringing up a gust of wind—of course, he didn't dare to run in the main hall, so he just walked around silently, "You said you want to leave alone Taoist temple, let the old man stay here alone?? What is the difference between you and that little bastard Xuan Ye!!"

Aobai was so excited that his chest heaved unceasingly, his blue face turned purple, but he looked quite bloody.

He was a hero all his life, Emperor Zeng ran wild on his head, scolded Kangxi like his grandson in public, but he was miserable in his later years. After being captured by Kangxi's envoy, he listed [-] crimes, escaped death imprisonment, and finally died in a prison in a miserable state.

As soon as Qingyang left, he was not allowed to leave Qingfu Temple, wouldn't it be the same as before his death?

Aobai yelled loudly, his voice was like thunder: "The old man is going too!!"

Qingyang: "Hey, Ao'er, don't mess around. I'm going to do business, so you stay and look after the house obediently."

Obai: "I don't!!!!"

Qingyang: "When I come back, I'll cook you prawns in scallion oil."

"..." Oboi's expression loosened a little, and the intensity of his obsession slightly eased, and his thoughts moved, "The old man still wants to eat pork knuckles in sauce, bird's nest soup, shark's fin and crab soup, steamed deer tail, roast duck..."

——He also steamed deer tails, roasted ducks, and he also roasted chickens and geese!Qingyang: "Then it would be faster to ask someone who speaks onomatopoeia."

Wait, maybe not so fast.Qingyang recalled that although there were onomatopoeia in the dynasty, "Reporting the Name of Vegetables" was obviously not born yet. It was a work compiled and performed by Mr. Li Dexi, a heartthrob in the 20th century. Today's crosstalk is still called What about "image sound".

Aobai wants to quarrel again, Qingyang: "If you quarrel again, you will continue to eat less."

"..." Obai lost his temper in an instant.

Yinfeng watched from the side, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

At this moment, the effect of the dew on his eyes had worn off, and he couldn't see the appearance of the ghost who was acting like a baby with Taoist Qingyang.If it didn't look out of order, he really wanted to wipe it again to see what this little ghost looks like.

Ao'er, Ao'er, I don't know which "ao" it is?Although the words that Yinreng can think of at once seem to be quite masculine, but there is no boy who can act like a baby, and Daoist Qingyang uses scallion oil and prawns to coax him.

It must be a very cute, petite little female ghost!

Yinfeng swayed wishfully, never thinking about the possibility that this "Ao'er" was the ghost who once rode on his neck.

Ao'er said in a rough voice, "Hmph, scallion oil prawns are scallion oil prawns. Don't lie to me! Make it for me when you come back."

Half of his body was still sinking in the vegetable field, and the energy of running just now was a bit too much.

Qingyang said tolerantly: "Don't lie, don't lie, I will do it for you when I come back."

Yinreng's light smile on the side became more obvious, revealing the connivance and understanding of a mature man towards a little girl.

Obai inadvertently scanned: "..."

Obai: "... 哕."

Ao'er quickly pulled himself up from the soil, patted his buttocks and continued to wipe the pillars.

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Qingyang and the prince stayed in Qinhuai for another day because they promised Sanqing that they would make small god statues to enshrine along the way.When we set off the next day, a large group of neighbors came to see us off, all the way to the entrance of the narrow alley, all with tears in our eyes:

"Master, do you really want to go?"

"Daozhang, when will you be back?"

"Daoist Qingyang! Go early and return early!"

It's too bad, they can't afford the daily chanting.I didn't sleep well when I turned back.

There were also some girls who picked wild flowers and threw them shyly and generously on the carriage Qingyang was riding in. Yin Reng lifted the curtain of the carriage and teased with a touch of joy: "In ancient times, there was Pan An who threw fruit into the cart, and the Taoist priest did not." By the way, which sect is the head of the Taoist priest, can he get married?"

Qingyang was still crouching in the carriage and smoothing his hair, trying to straighten it: "There is no restriction in this respect."

Yin Reng nodded and put down the curtain.

After a while, he couldn't help opening it again, with a little nervousness in his heart that others couldn't detect, and tried to pass his emotions with gossip: "In the mind of the Taoist priest, what kind of woman do you prefer?"

When he and Daoist Qingyang went to buy the materials for the small statue before, he discussed the feasibility of cheating on both sides.The gods don't stay in tablets or idols all the time, they also have their own affairs.Generally speaking, the Lord of the Five Spirits will only come when called by Taoist Master Qingyang, and Sanqing will only return to the statue or Taoist temple when he eats offerings, so there will be no problem if the two sides are staggered.

——That being said, what if there is an accident?

"..." Qingyang stopped combing her hair, pondered for a moment, said with longing, but at the same time sadly, "It should be the kind of girl who can serve the master with me, and who... is very good at keeping secrets." Bar."

After all, he also raised a god outside.

Yinfeng: "..."

...If you want to become the wife of Qingyang Daoist Priest, the burden you have to carry on your shoulders is really too heavy...

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It took quite a few days for the prince and his party to travel from Qinhuai to Yongding, plus the delay in going to Qinhuai, it was too long to stay in Yinfei. When the city guard said that the prince's convoy had arrived at the gate of the city, he immediately rode to greet him. After going out, he planned to make good use of the problem and teach the prince who made mistakes.

"The task entrusted to you by the Holy Majesty himself, but you are so negligent. You really didn't intend to reverse the case for me at all—" Yin Yin was in the middle of provoking, and suddenly found that there seemed to be an extra carriage in the Prince's motorcade, "——What is this?"

Yin Yu whipped forward immediately, and was about to lift the curtain of the car. As soon as he approached, the prince, who had been ignoring him, got out of the car, with an angry expression on his face: "King Zhijun! How dare you do this in front of Gu!" Presumptuous! Don't you take Gu in your eyes?!"

Yinfeng was certain in his heart that when Yinfeng jumped down just now, he thought that Yinfeng would call him big brother again, so he would definitely turn his back and leave: "Of course not. It's just His Royal Highness, I remember when you left the Forbidden City, you There are only fifteen carriages in the convoy, why is there an extra one now?"

The more the crown prince refused to let him watch it, the more Yinzhen wanted to watch it.

Anyway, the relationship between him and the prince has already been torn apart, and after this case is over, he doesn't know what kind of ending he will face.Holding back his reckless energy, Yinfeng pulled the curtain of the car at a speed that Yinfeng had no time to react, and said sharply: "Could it be a false evidence specially prepared to frame the king—who are you?"

Qingyang was peeling the citrus in the car, and he was a little dumbfounded when he suddenly met Yinfei.

"??" Yinfeng's heart arose, "You... King Zhijun, don't you know this person?"

Yinfei withdrew his hand in disgust: "Why do I know him, and I don't believe it." Probably thinking of Zhang Mingde, Yinfei walked halfway, and specially rode his horse back, and spat angrily into the car, " Bah! Taoist priests are liars."

Yinfeng: "..."

Qingyang is speechless: That's right, it's me, the liar who cheated you before.You turned around and looked at me again, didn't you recognize me?

It is obvious that Zhang Mingde and Yinfei have seen each other before, and Yinfei has also been tricked, so it should be impressive. After looking back and forth twice, he still can't recognize him.

But thinking about it this way, those neighbors in the neighborhood also reacted in the same way. Until now, only Yinfeng recognized him at a glance.

Yinfeng also thought of this section, and glanced at Qingyang lightly, with deep meaning hidden in his complacency.

Qingyang: "..."

I know, it's great to know that you recognize me at a glance, but you don't have to keep trying to reinforce the small group.

Because Yinreng went to Qinhuai to look for Qingyang, it was delayed for several days, so Yinreng was very anxious, wishing that Yinreng would go to the city without sleep and go directly to investigate the case and return his innocence.

Yinfeng: "What's the rush? King Zhijun came so many days earlier than Gu, have you found any clues?"

Yinfei was furious, but he couldn't say anything to refute: "...Then according to His Royal Highness, we will just wait in the mansion as widows?"

"We have to wait." Yinfeng took a sip of his tea slowly, "You don't have to be so anxious, Zhijun Wang, we will leave after the incense burns."

Now is the time when Sanqing comes to enjoy offerings. In order not to overturn the car, Qingyang must serve Sanqing first, send the god away safely, and then recruit Wuling Gong out.

Yin Yin suddenly stood up from the chair in agitation, and turned around in circles: "What's the difference between burning incense early and burning incense late? Do you have to wait for the Taoist priest?"

The Taoist priest is not afraid of death either, just now he put his sword on the opponent's neck, and the Taoist priest did not back down at all, insisting that he must wait for a stick of incense and find a clean place to worship some god.

Pooh!fraud!They are all liars!All Taoist priests in the world are liars!

If one day, he still has a chance to ascend to the supreme position, he must order to kill all the Taoists in the world!

Yinfei made up his mind viciously in his heart, and spent more than half the time burning incense sticks in the outer hall before Qingyang walked out from the back hall with ease: "...you are quite leisurely! Are you done with your confession? Can you go now! "

Seeing that the original body had cheated Yin Yin, Qingyang replied tolerantly: "I can go."

Everyone boarded the carriage together and drove to the private warehouse with the largest amount of disappeared silver.Almost as soon as the car stopped, Yin Yu couldn't wait to jump down. Looking back, the Taoist priest was actually moving things under the car slowly and bit by bit.The prince followed suit and removed five tablets.

Yinyin: "...????"

Yinfeng interrupted before Yinfeng got angry: "You check yours, I'll check mine."

Yinyin: "...!"

If he could find out, would he still have to wait for Yinfeng to come over? !But Yinfeng made it - what a mess!Does it look like you want to investigate the case properly? ?

Yinfei was angry and hated, but there was really no other way, he could only look at the Taoist priest who was quite pleasing to the eye, and asked someone to line up an open space in the private treasury, put the memorial tablets on the table, and pretend to place, enshrine, Light up the incense.

Yinfeng saw that the time was almost up, so he quickly took out the dew and was wiping his eyes when he heard Yinfeng whimpering angrily from the side: "What kind of nonsense are you doing, pretending to be a ghost..."

Yin Yin poked his head, and only glanced at the tablet, and because the Manchus didn't understand Taoism, he sneered contemptuously: "What's the matter with Zhenling Gong Zhao Gongming, he looks decent, this king didn't even listen Pass--"

Coincidentally, at this time, Lord Wuling appeared together: "..."

Lord Wuling: "..."

Zhang Yuanbo and Liu Yuanda rushed forward: "Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao, calm down, there is no need to argue with mortals."

Zhao Gongming said hoarsely: "He's dead—he's dead! He's dying of poverty!!!!"

"..." The prince held back the urge to laugh, trembling his hands slightly, patted Brother Dahuang, and handed over the freshly used dew, "In the future...if you need it, tell Gu anytime, brothers are always there. "

"???" Yin Yuyou didn't know it, raised his hand and waved the bottle away contemptuously, "What are you talking nonsense, whoever believes in this crap is an idiot. I don't need this thing. That Taoist, hurry up Hurry up and get rid of that little wilderness god, this king will handle the case seriously!"

"..." Zhao Gongming calmed down strangely. After staring at Yinyi for a few seconds, he said flatly, "His house collapsed."

"...!" The prince almost couldn't hold back, he was holding back his abdominal pain from laughing, when suddenly an important question flashed through his mind.

and many more.

Which other house? ?

Is it his little family, or his big family? ?