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

"I've never seen such a thick-skinned Taoist priest!" Tang Jiu—that is, the Ninth Prince of the Dynasty, Yinzhen, sitting in the Chunsheng Restaurant he just bought, was so angry that he bit his pen while writing angrily, "It's also divided into half and half. Look at Grandpa, I will give him a copper coin!"

Yinzhen was angry in her heart, and her handwriting became scribbled: [...Myna, I have already checked Zhang Mingde that you asked me to help you check. 】

【According to the documents and records, this person is dead. I'm afraid that the previous Zhang Mingde was either sent by the eldest prince to frame you, or he was a liar who used Zhang Mingde's name.I also searched for the portrait you gave me, but I haven't found anyone similar to the portrait yet. 】

As he was writing, Yinhu became annoyed again, and couldn't help complaining to Yinhu in the letter: [Taoists are really untrustworthy!I also met a Taoist priest here in Qinhuai, with a pretty face and greedy for profit!He wanted to take five cents of my profit when he opened his mouth, and he also said that he was raising the God of Wealth.Can a person who raises a god of wealth not be able to pay money for meals?You don't know, when I left with my sleeves, that person yelled so loudly that the whole restaurant could hear, "You said you are a treat, don't forget to pay".Pooh!shameless!Grandpa, even if I throw my money into the Qinhuai River and give it to a beggar at the bottom of the bridge, I won't give him a penny! 】

Yinzhen cursed and cursed in the letter for a while before closing the pen, completely unaware that he was talking about the same Taoist priest before and after: "Hurry up and send it to myna."

Zhang Mingde hasn't been found yet, and the restaurant he wants to open is a new idea that he has never had before. Yinzhen plans to stay in Qinhuai for a longer period of time.

Yinzhen spent a lot of money to find the best carpenters and bricklayers in Qinhuai, and the next day began to make major changes to Chunsheng Restaurant.During these days when he was supervising the work at the construction site, he would look at the dilapidated house across the street every day. The Chunsheng restaurant was about to be remodeled, but the opposite side was still in ruins.

Sitting in the brand-new private room of the restaurant, Yinzhen couldn't help sneering: "I told you that you refused to sell it to grandpa, but now it's in your hands?"

Yinzhen raised his chin very proudly, as if the Taoist priest was on the opposite side, condescendingly cast contemptuous and contemptuous gazes at the ruins.

Just flaunting his power against the air, a convoy suddenly galloped past on the street, and the main car that was clustered in the center was blown open by the wind, revealing a face that Yinzhen was very familiar with.

"...!" Yinzhen's expression was stuck between triumphant and shocked stares, "Mu Jingyuan, Mu Jingyuan! Is it my eyesight? Is it my elder brother who just passed by?"

The Portuguese missionary who stood by was also a little surprised: "It seems to be."

Only then did Yinzhen realize that he wanted to chase, and jumped up suddenly, but the convoy had already disappeared: "Quick, get some pens and ink, I have to tell Myna about this as soon as possible!"

Yinzhen sat back in a hurry, grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled wildly: [The starling is not good, I actually saw the king of Zhijun in Qinhuai, maybe it has something to do with Zhang Mingde's matter. 】

After writing this, Yinzhen paused for a moment, and fell into deep thought: Then what should I say... I didn't even have time to chase because I didn't react?

That must not work!Yinzhen brazenly made up: [...I followed all the way, but I didn't expect that the people under Zhijun Wang were really shrewd. Not only did they divide into groups, but they also released several fake substitutes. I chased several streets and was accidentally caught by them. Shake off...]

Mu Jingyuan watched from the side, hesitating to speak: "..."

Master, I see your face, why do you want to laugh at that Taoist priest...

In order to raise funds for his own restaurant, Qingyang finally slaughtered the fattened Oboi. In the past few days, he has driven the Yin soldiers to gather nearby ghosts, taking advantage of the night, to save them one by one. The tragic cries of the three corpse gods almost resounded Qingfu Temple.

"The Taoist priest of Qingyang came to see you off again—hey, who are you!"

Qingyang touched his face speechlessly: "I am Qingyang, didn't you ask me to take care of myself last time."

The ghost guard's eyes lingered on Qingyang for a few times, and the smirk on his face suddenly became more real: "The Taoist priest is so beautiful." After counting the ghosts and the list of merits and demerits, the ghost guard took out the silver ingot, and even pulled it affectionately. He touched Qingyang's hand, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "According to the rules, I should have given you this number. Seeing that you and I have hit each other, I'll give you more. Qing—ah!!!"

The ghost messenger instantly let out a scream that was worse than the three corpse gods, as if being slapped on the head by an invisible big hand, he sank into the ground and never came out again.On the ground in the center of the courtyard, there were many huge and deep palm prints, which scared the three corpse gods who were still howling to shut up instantly.

Zhao Gongming rushed out of the side hall with his robe in hand, still holding incense sticks: "Little Jingui, are you okay!" Zhao Gongming stopped at the place where the ghost messenger disappeared, floated around a few times, and said contemptuously, "I think the ghost quality of the city god's ghost messenger is pretty bad now, how dare they covet the living."

The other four Linggongs also came out slowly, nodding in agreement.

Qingyang was speechless, held back for a while, and couldn't help complaining: "Can you stop being defensive at the first sight, and what do you think of me? - Cut off my money!" Qingyang strangled Zhao Gongming's neck, This guy was actually full of complacency, as if he had done a great job, "Brother Zhao, especially you!!"

He's obviously the God of Wealth, so it's fine if he doesn't get any money after entering Guanmen, so why is he still working so hard? ?

Zhao Gongming was so strangled that he rolled his eyes, and he didn't forget to inhale the incense. He was quite dissatisfied: How can he be blamed for this?The most ruthless one was obviously the one, and he directly knocked that ghost down the Wangchuan River.Although the ghost messenger is not afraid of forgetting Chuanhe, there are so many ghosts struggling to get ashore in Hanoi. If the ghost messenger wants to escape, he will have to spend a lot of effort and be watched by a group of colleagues.

Qingyang let go of Zhao Gongming, and murmured resentfully: "Brother, why don't you show off your power? It was fine in your private house before, but now you are in the temple. When are you going to let me make money..."

Zhao Gongming has also been read by Qingyang many times in the past few days, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy when he heard it: "It's already on the way. Don't talk about me, I still want to ask you about your restaurant recruitment notice." Did you post it?"

Qingyang scratched his head: "It's posted, I'll let the steward handle it."

Aobai was still unhappy at the side, but at this moment his ears perked up, and he immediately regained his spirits, deliberately looked at Zhao Gongming, and said in a loud voice like thunder: "But there is no news from the steward!"

Aobai trained Yin soldiers out of his own selfishness, thinking about whether he could accumulate strength, even if he couldn't escape Qingfu Temple, he could secretly do something bad.Unexpectedly, the Yin soldiers he was going to use to do bad things were directly transferred by Qingyang to help the stinky Taoist priests make money for nothing.

But regardless of what his original intention was, he is now helping the stinky Taoist make money, right?Unlike some God of Wealth...

Qingyang said: "No news doesn't necessarily mean that there is no one. The steward didn't come to report, probably because he wanted to leave the position to his own people."

Zhao Gongming immediately gained confidence, and said proudly: "That's it! The restaurant has my blessing, you just ask for a job order, and the talented people from all over the world don't come to gather automatically? They also charge money while lying down!"

Qingyang sighed: "It's also my fault that I didn't think carefully at the beginning, I should handle this matter by myself. It's not easy to change now, but Brother Li next door told me that he was working as a handyman in Chunsheng Restaurant these days and saw many The mansion is looking for someone in charge. I'll do what he says, these people haven't left Qinhuai yet."

Speaking of this, Qingyang's eyes became resentful again, and he poked Zhao Gongming's waist: "So senior brother, when will I have money? If I don't have money to hire, everyone will leave..."

Zhao Gongming was so annoyed that he pinched his fingers and said, "Here we come, we're at the gate!"

At the entrance of Qingfu Temple, the travel-worn Yinyi just raised his foot to enter.

Qingyang's expression changed instantly, and he turned his head to greet him affectionately: "Are you coming?"

my money!

"Fortunately, Master, you told me the address when we parted last time." Yinbi hugged the statue of the God of Wealth, with a trace of grief and indignation inevitably showing on his expression.

It's too realistic, no matter how much money it was before, there will always be surprises in his hands, and he can't keep it no matter what.This time it was different, maybe because he knew that his money and treasures were gifts for Qingyang, and it was such a long journey from the capital to Qinhuai, without any bumps or damages!

Yinbi bit the bullet and said in a low voice: "I came this time to apologize to the God of Wealth. Quickly, bring up the sesame oil money and offerings!"

Qingyang watched a few people carry a huge box of silver ingots into the audience, almost grinning, barely held back, and raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Come on, just come, you're so polite...the silver ingots are all scented In the oil tank! The offering is in front of the censer."

Yinyin: "..."

Can't you even say a few more words about the hypocritical politeness? ?

Yinfei took a deep breath and pretended not to see the silver falling into the sesame oil tank: "Please also ask the master to mediate on your behalf, please don't bring down my palace again, and don't let me keep talking about it." I lost money..." He hurriedly sent the statue of the God of Wealth in his arms forward, "Look, master, I also invited the statue of the God of Wealth! I wonder if the master can help to consecrate it?"

"So it's this idiot." Zhao Gongming walked around Yinyi twice, and said with a sneer, "It would be nice to have a house to live in, and it's still consecrated, and you want to invite me to perform a trance? Dreaming!—Tell him to take my God of Wealth statue Leave."

"Ah?" Qingyang said, "Isn't it possible that you won't even keep the portrait?"

Zhao Gongming: "In a while, you can go directly to the side hall..."

Qingyang: "........."

That's what the idea was!

Wu Linggong still only has a memorial tablet. If it is said that their goal was to be able to look in, the goal now is to have a statue of their own in the side hall...

However, before Qingyang could speak, just as Zhao Gongming finished speaking, the statue of the God of Wealth in Yinfei's hand "clicked" from the top of his head, and split into two longitudinally, as if being split by someone's head.

There was not much movement, but the deterrence was so strong that Zhao Gongming shut up instantly.

Qingyang also touched his chest in surprise: he thought that after beating the ghost messenger hard, the master would leave!I didn't expect it to still be there.Recently, the master has been more and more elusive, and he will come occasionally when he is not offering worship, just like conducting surprise inspections...

Yinbi was terrified, and asked anxiously: "What did the God of Wealth say? Is it because you don't have enough money? I'll borrow some more!" After finishing speaking, Yinbi realized that he had accidentally slipped his mouth, and tried to make up for it by saying, "... I mean, do more."

Qingyang looked at the eldest prince with pity. These days, he is really poor and frightened, right?

"..." Qingyang saw Yinfei's heart was even more uncertain, and he asked a little humblely: "Can I still have a family to live in?"

Qingyang said reassuringly: "There will be, there will be..." Others are not guaranteed.

After receiving Qingyang's guarantee that "the new palace will not collapse again", Yinfei planned to leave and find an inn to stay temporarily. As soon as he went out, he touched his waist: "..."

Qingyang looked at the eldest prince who came back unexpectedly: "What's wrong?"

Yinyin said vaguely, "I lost my purse."

Several subordinates showed expressions of "I don't have any money anymore".Recently, their pockets have also been emptied by the master, and they had originally hoped that the master would come this time to solve the penniless problem and give them their salaries.

The eyes of all the living people fell on the sesame oil box full of silver ingots.

Qingyang fell into cautious thinking: With the character of the master, if I use the sesame oil money that has fallen into the sesame oil tank to give the eldest prince and the others a hotel, will it explode the master's violent temper again?

After pondering for a moment, Qingyang said with piercing eyes: "Elder Prince! This is a good thing! It shows that you and I are destined. Why don't we go to bed tonight and talk at night with candles?"

According to the rules, people should not be brought into the Taoist hut at will, but compared with the sesame oil money from the master, Qing Yang felt that it would be safer to sacrifice his hut.Anyway, the First Prince is a living person, Master and the others only guard against ghosts and gods, not living people.

The subordinates temporarily lived in a family near Guanwai, while Yinzhen followed behind Qingyang, walked through the side hall, and entered Qingyang's single dormitory.

"Master..." Yinbi said in shock, "You... Is the place you live in so small?"

A single bed is placed in the entire space, leaving only the aisle as wide as a futon.The rest of the furniture is just a candle lamp placed on the ground.

Yinyin's eyes were filled with sympathy: "Master, you, alas. You are also a poor person!"

Where is this revered master?In front of the gods, they are nothing but servants.

"??" Qingyang didn't know what Yinbi had imagined, he liked the size of the room, anyone who cleaned the modern Qingfu Temple would fall in love with such a simple and narrow room layout, "Eldest Prince Do you want to take a bath?"

"Huh? There's a bathhouse here?" Yin Yin was astonished, and couldn't help thinking, from Qingfu's perspective, the bathhouse should be in the same place as the toilet... 哕!

Qingyang looked at the black line on Yinyin's expression: "There is no bathroom, but you can fetch water to heat it up, and go to the backyard to wash. There is only a thatched hut built there, which can still shelter from the wind and cold." Seeing Yinyin nodding, Qingyang said, "Then I'll boil the water, and you wash it first."

Yin Yin nodded indiscriminately, his eyes rolled straight: ——This is a good opportunity!According to his experience with soldiers and generals on the battlefield, the best way for men to get closer is to be honest with each other!

Back then, when he was attacking Galdan with Huang Ama, he had a water battle with the generals in the river, and had wrestled. That was the most heroic and joyful moment in the serious and cruel war.

So, when Qingyang took his clothes, walked into the thatched house, took off his clothes, raised the water ladle and was about to pour water on his shoulders——

Yinyin knocked on the door: "Master! Master, let me help you take a bath!"

Qingyang: "?!"

The eldest prince's idiocy has started his idiot behavior again!

Yinxuan patiently knocked on the door: "Master, I brought the saponins from the Westerner Tegong to my dynasty. This thing is very precious, and it is only available in the palace. It is made of boiled suet mixed with caustic soda and white..."

After all, he is a person who has been on the battlefield, so his hands are naturally stronger.In addition, the thatched house itself is not very strong...

Among the messy and collapsing straw, Yinzhen only had time to see the dazzling white and the wet curly hair half covering his back, before he could blink his eyes, he was thrown out by a gust of wind.

The still steaming water at Qingyang's feet was frozen three feet, and the frost spread all the way out along the bucket.

Qingyang originally wanted to hit someone a little bit in his heart, but he was fired by the master, so now he is busy wrapping up his clothes and jumping - the place is a bit cold: "Master, master, it's too cold, you are so late. Why haven’t you left yet?——I really wouldn’t accept other ghosts or gods so late!!”

This suspicion, which master ancestor is so big!

Qingyang jumped on the spot trembling, couldn't help but said: "Master, go and scratch the eldest prince, I didn't collapse the hut, it's because Guanli is poor and can't build a good bathhouse!"

The cold wind whimpered for a moment, and then filled with anger, it blew half brutally towards the Taoist temple door, half broke through the window violently, and broke into the side hall.

Shouts sounded from inside and outside the Taoist temple at the same time:

"Ouch! Ouch! I didn't want to be a god anymore, why did you drag me over and beat me again!"

"You hit Zhao Gongming, don't care about our business!"

"Master! Master! Open the door, it's very windy outside, isn't there a ghost?"

Qingyang wrapped his clothes and walked to the gate, said quietly: "Eldest Prince, stop knocking. Why don't you go to the City God's Temple in Dudu to spend the night."