Fast Transmigration: The villain is pampered and flirtatious

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Zhen Guo General Mansion.

Meng Jiao hurriedly got off the sedan chair, followed by Xiao Hong, "Miss, slow down, be careful not to fall."

Seeing that Meng Jiao was only on the road without looking at the road, she worriedly told her behind.

At this moment, Meng Jiao was thinking of the military adviser all over her heart.

He was already old, and all the functions of his body were going downhill, getting worse day by day.

People of his age are most afraid of falling.

The better ones ended up with broken hands and feet, and couldn't live without the decoction all day long.

What's more, the rest of his life can only be lingering on the sick bed, and his soul is trapped in a square inch.

and so.

Some people think that it may be a blessing for them that the old man will die when he falls.

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They don't have to go through the torture of a sick bed.

One has one's own thoughts.

But Meng Jiao didn't want the military master to leave because of this fall.

She quickened her pace and ran towards the mansion, her heart fluttered, but there was no way to settle down.

"Girl, Your Majesty, the servant will lead you in the inner courtyard."

As soon as Meng Jiao entered the mansion, the little eunuch serving tea beside Feng Yan was waiting for her at the mansion.

"Okay, I have Mr. Lao." Meng Jiao nodded to him in gratitude.

"Your Majesty, the girl is here."

"Your Majesty, how is Grandpa Military Advisor?"

Meng Jiao followed the little eunuch to a room in the inner courtyard, Feng Yan and all the servants of the General's Mansion were waiting outside.

Beneath this anger, he was afraid.

There are very few people who love others in this world, but everyone seems to have an unsatisfactory end.

At this moment, Feng Yan remembered his life experience.

Everyone in the world said that he was born with a curse, and that his life was the fate of the lone star of Tiansha.

For so many years.

Although Feng Yan said that this was all superstition, he didn't believe in heaven or earth, he only believed in himself.

but.

Only he himself knows that whenever the night is quiet, he will fall into deep self-doubt.

Feng Yan would think.

Was his birth really a mistake?

Without him, the general and his wife would be a pair of immortal couples envied by the world.

Neither will end up dying young.

Meng Jiao tugged at Feng Yan's hand, "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor can't be blamed for this matter, let's go first to see the military adviser's grandfather."

She also felt sad when she heard the imperial doctor's words.

But Meng Jiao still maintained a sliver of rationality, she clearly knew that the imperial doctor was not a god, he was just an ordinary person just like them.

No matter how superb the imperial physician's medical skills are, there will always be things in this world that they can't do anything about.

Feng Yangui is the emperor and has the supreme power.

But Meng Jiao didn't want him to walk on his destined path.

With Meng Jiao's consolation, Feng Yan didn't say anything more.

She gave the imperial doctor a wink, telling him to take the opportunity to retreat, the imperial doctor understood, he did not say anything, and bowed to Meng Jiao to express his gratitude.

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Meng Jiao and Feng Yan entered the house.

"Grandfather of the military division."

"gentlemen."

Meng Jiao crouched in front of the bed, holding the old military adviser's hand, while Feng Yan stood beside her, looking at the old man on the bed with furrowed brows.

When the military division fell, he hit the back of his head, which caused blood stasis in his skull to compress the nerves, and he fell into a coma all the time.

and so.

Even if Meng Jiao and Feng Yan were right in front of his eyes, he couldn't respond.

Meng Jiao bit her lower lip, she sniffed, and said, "Grandpa Military Advisor, you must get well soon, Jiao Jiao believes in Grandpa."

She restrained her sadness and tried to appear hopeful.

Meng Jiao turned her head cautiously, and secretly glanced at Feng Yan behind her.

Meng Jiao actually doesn't believe in these things, it's not that she doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, she herself is one of them, so of course she knows the truth of these things.

only.

Meng Jiao only thinks that the temples in the mortal world are a belief given to him by the people.

She didn't quite believe what they said was effective.

But now, they have nothing to do with regard to the military division.

Meng Jiao wanted to try the place they mentioned.

At worst, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.

Anyway, going there, the worst result is to maintain the status quo, and she won't lose a piece of meat.

Meng Jiao turned to look for Xiao Hong.

"Miss, didn't you always say that slaves are superstitious? Why do you..."

After hearing Meng Jiao's words, Xiao Hong's eyes widened in surprise.

In the past, as long as the young lady saw her offering incense to Bodhisattvas, she would say that there are no Bodhisattvas in the world, so she should not believe this.

But now she's bringing up the idea herself.

Xiaohong felt a little surprised.

Meng Jiao scratched her head, she blinked her eyes and said, "They all said it's very effective, so I just want to try it."

She doesn't believe this.

But for the sake of Grandpa Military Advisor, she is willing to give it a try.

"But someone from the palace said, will His Majesty come today?" Xiao Hong said worriedly: "It is almost noon now, if we go to the mountain at this time, we will definitely not be able to make it back when it gets dark. If he can't see Miss, he should be worried."

"It's okay, just tell the boy who guards the gate of the mansion when the time comes."

Seeing Xiaohong hesitate, Meng Jiao immediately used his trump card, "Xiaohong, grandpa military advisor is so kind to you, do you have the heart to see him just lying on the bed like this? Can't move and can't open his eyes."

She sent out soul torture.

Xiaohong shook her head like a rattle.

"Of course not." She said: "The servant must hope that the housekeeper will wake up soon."

"Yes, we all hope so, but several days have passed, and the housekeeper is still like this, without any improvement. We can't just do this and wait for nothing to do.

Regardless of whether the temple is effective or not?Let's go up the mountain to ask for it. If we can respond to every request as they said, grandpa, the military adviser, will be better sooner. "

Xiaohong raised her head upon hearing this.

"Well, miss, this servant feels that what the lady said is very reasonable. This servant will go and tidy up briefly. Let's go now."

***

Ganling Temple.

"Miss, do you want to ask for a hexagram? Pindao's hexagram is very effective."

On the way up the mountain, Meng Jiao met a wandering Taoist priest. When the two passed each other, he suddenly stopped and said something to Meng Jiao.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, there is no need." Meng Jiao shook her head with a smile.

She doesn't believe this.

In her eyes, fortune-telling is just a means of deception.

He could cheat others, but he couldn't cheat her.

The Taoist shook the fly whisk in his hand, "Miss, you might as well believe in the hexagrams of the poor Taoist if you go to ask for what you ask for." He seemed very confident.

"Miss, it's all out anyway, why don't we all try?"

Seeing that the Taoist was so sure, Xiao Hong whispered to Meng Jiao.

Be it a monk or a priest.

Now that the young lady has already passed this hurdle, she might as well give it a try.

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"Okay, then please ask the Taoist priest to do a fortune telling for me." Meng Jiao looked at the Taoist priest and said.

The Taoist took out a bamboo tube with bamboo sticks from his bag.

Holding the bamboo tube in both hands, he handed it to Meng Jiao, "Miss, take a bamboo stick out of it first."

Meng Jiao followed her advice.

"Turning evil into good fortune... Daoist, what do you mean?" Xiao Hong leaned over, looked at the signature on it, and opened her mouth to speak.

She blinked and asked, "Do these four words mean that everything will be fine."

Xiaohong raised her head, waiting for the Taoist's answer.

After Meng Jiao deciphered the words on the signature, she, like Xiao Hong, waited for the Taoist priest to speak.

"That's what it means, but there is a premise."

"Premise? What premise?" Meng Jiao frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Congratulations."

The Taoist uttered two words in a simple manner.