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

……has a problem!

Although Yinhu didn't say what she said later, but with Qingyang's experience of forced family mediation many times, just by the words "excluded", she already instinctively felt that something was wrong, hesitated for at most half a second, and stood up decisively Turning around, she said solemnly to Yinzhen, "I'm here to see a doctor."

Yinzhen: "Um...huh?"

Qingyang lowered his voice by an octave: "If family mediation is required, there will be another price..."

"What, what is the doctor's treatment, the price!" The steward who was frightened by Yinhu's sudden death and sitting up suddenly came back to his senses, "You Taoist, what kind of demon method did you use on the master, and why does the master look like this!"

Originally it was brought by the Ninth Prince, and he said it was a doctor. The steward didn't doubt it at all. Who knew that the Taoist priest would ring the bell as soon as he came up. Is this the way a serious doctor treats a doctor?

The steward immediately opened his mouth, raising his voice to shout, but Qingyang winked, and Luo Hu casually slapped him, stunned him, and put him on the chair next to him.

Yinhu didn't respond to such a big commotion, he was still shocked by Sanqingling, he only shed tears in dejection, and leaned his head against the wall dejectedly, his sadness was almost condensed into a solid.

"What kind of family mediation? Master, why are you still taking advantage of the chaos to increase the money!... Add it if you want, I am not bad at this point, you quickly prescribe medicine for my starling." Looking at Yinhu, Yinzhen said distressedly and angrily, " No wonder I asked mynah what happened before, but mynah never told me that he was wronged in the court! I knew those civil servants were the most difficult to deal with, and their words were more bitter than little ghosts, and they hurt my mynah so much! "

Qingyang: "...?" Really? Is it because of being excluded in the work unit? Isn't it a family dispute?

Yinzhen's tone was quite firm, full of confidence, Qingyang sat back suspiciously, and shook the bell again: "Then can you explain in detail, why you were excluded."

"Oh, master!" Yinzhen yelled anxiously, wanting to stomp his feet, and urged, "There is nothing more to ask, you prescribe some medicine for calming the nerves, and I will trouble those damn civil servants later!"

Yinhu shed two lines of tears: "...The elder brother and the ninth younger brother suddenly stopped getting close to me, instead they often get together with the crown prince and the third brother."

Yinzhen was filled with justice and indignation: "...huh?"

Yinhu leaned against the cold wall, feeling that his heart was as cold as the wall, and complained sadly: "Even if there is any plan, why don't you let me know? Why did you change your attitude so much without saying a word? It's me What did I do wrong that made my elder brother distrust me? Ninth brother has come to see me so many times, why didn't he tell me a word..."

Yinzhen was tongue-tied, unable to speak for a while, and finally looked at Shang Qingyang with eyes mixed with accusation: "No, we don't distrust... Oh! Why is this, misunderstanding! What a big misunderstanding!"

Because of this, starling became so sick?This is really a big oolong!

Qingyang was expressionless, and he knew it must be a family dispute: "For so long, you have never told him that I exist?"

Qingyang was calm on the surface, but he was already shouting in his heart: This is it?That's it? ?

He brought everything, no matter if it was for healing or catching ghosts, he was fully prepared, and he came all the way from Qinhuai to the capital, so just tell him this? ? ?WTF……

"It's not that big brother has been busy, and I'm thinking about cooperating again..." Yinzhen's voice of defense weakened under Qingyang's stare, and he lowered his head to pick the bed rail, "Seeing that myna is sick, I was only concerned about how to cure it, but I didn't expect it to be because of this... Why didn't my starling ask."

Qingyang was speechless, shook the bell, and Yinhu said sadly: "If they don't say anything, how can I ask? Now that I have decided to alienate me, what can I ask? It's just asking for it. It's just boring..."

Alas, miserable, old eight, miserable.

Qingyang gave Yinhu some wax in his heart.

Yinhu is still holding on to the script of seizing the heirloom, thinking that Yinzhen and Yinhu are alienating and isolating him, how could he know that his teammates are simply brainless.

Old Ba's misfortune is that he is too brainy, thinks too much, and makes himself sick.

Qingyang asked about the same thing, and also untied the oolong, then shook the bell again, liberating Yinhu from the state of being enraptured: "You guys talk with yourselves - no, I'd better watch on."

It's not a big deal, but who knows what will happen to the conversation between these two when no one is watching?To be honest, Qingyang doesn't really trust Yinzhen's ability to talk at the moment...

Yinzhen said in embarrassment: "I, I can do it, I can do it. Before, I just didn't think of it before."

Yinhu slowly woke up from the dazed state, and the memory just came to his mind, his face turned white at first because of his unrestrained speech, and then he keenly sensed that something was wrong: "You and big brother didn't intentionally isolate Me? What does that have to do with this... master?"

Sanqingling was already depressed, and Yinhu was under the impact of depression, and shed a tear that was suffocating in his heart. After venting, his state recovered a little bit, and as soon as his reason came back, he instantly put everything that happened just now , connected with all the previous ones: "So, the reason why you and eldest brother get close to the crown prince and third brother is not because of political schemes, but purely... just because of the master?"

Yinhu almost fainted again, so what is the reason for his painful struggle these days!He even thought, seeing his health getting worse and worse, should he integrate his contacts and financial resources and hand them over to his elder brother and ninth younger brother, so that he can go with peace of mind!

Yinhu couldn't help gritting his teeth: "And you didn't mention a word to me, just because you forgot???"

Spread the word and laugh at other people's big teeth!Because of this kind of oolong, he, Yinhu, felt sorry for himself and almost died of illness?

Yinhu is not depressed at all, not only is he not depressed, he is also a little bit manic, if not for the fact that he has lost too much body these days, he would have jumped off the bed and beat Yinhu's dog's head violently.

Still scratching his head, this head is so empty, what do you want it for!

Yinzhen shyly said: "Brother, don't be angry, let the master show you how to recover your body."

Qingyang still agrees with this point, and pulls Yinhu's hand, and diagnoses his pulse: "Let me prescribe some Xiaoyao San for you, exercise more at ordinary times, and in terms of mentality... learn from Brother Jiu."

Yinhu: "..."

What to learn, imitating his lack of brains? ?

Qi to Qi, as the only one in the small group who still firmly remembers the script of Suoyi, although Yinhu is sick, he still does not forget to probe carefully: "This time I lost my temper, what I said before is so wrong, please forgive me." Master will keep it secret."

Qingyang's eyes were dead: "... I didn't want to hear it at first."

I was so angry that I cured my loneliness.What about "a serious illness that is difficult to treat", and "the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial physician in the palace cannot be cured", "could it be possible that it is not a disease, but is haunted by evil spirits", thanks to Yinzhen's nonsense!

Seeing that Yinhu was still staring at him closely, Qingyang said dejectedly, "I'm from outsider, so I don't care about these mundane things." I also hope that these mundane things will be more conscious and don't come to him. Grasp accordingly, the current medicine should be stopped, some medicinal materials are detrimental to the mind."

With that said, Qingyang stretched out his hand to Yinhu.

Yinhu: "...?"

Yinhu stretched out his other hand blankly: "Do you want to take the pulse here?"

"..." Qingyang pushed away, "Give me the money."

Yinhu: "...??"

It was only then that Yinzhen remembered what Qingyang said before: "This is not a family mediation..." Under Qingyang's death-like gaze, Yinzhen lowered his voice, and then his clever head flashed, " That's right! Myna give me the money!"

Yinzhen was excited about her wonderful idea: "Didn't the starling say that he felt excluded! No, you will give the money. Congratulations, you have officially joined our ranks!"

Yinhu: "...?"

What rank are you guys in? ?

Inside the Prince's East Palace.

The court ladies and eunuchs were screened out of the door, and only Yinfeng and Suo'etu were left in the room.

The censer emits white smoke, and there are Taoist classics piled up all around. Yinfeng sits behind the desk, draws circles with a pen lazily, and listens to Suo'etu's words.

"Prince!" Suo'etu was so angry that his mouth was bubbling these days, "You, why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Your Majesty has given Zhijun Wang a lot of money these days, but you sit on the watch Donggong, look at these things!"

Yinfeng said calmly: "What's wrong with these things? Big brother is rich with those fat jobs?"

No, it's not like there are nine copper coins and they will all be lost.

Suo'etu was strangely silent for a while, apparently the bad luck of the First Prince had already spread in the court: "Then, then you have to fight for yourself too!"

Yinfeng said bluntly: "I don't have that kind of thought, let him go."

Suo'etu was shocked: "Prince, what do you mean?"

Yinfeng didn't speak anymore, but Suo'etu read out a meaning that shocked him and made him feel cold from the prince's silence: "Prince...you want to give up at this point? Prince ! Who bewitched you, just look at these incomprehensible things!"

Suo'etu felt that his heart was blocked, and he was almost out of breath. He leaned on the back of the chair next to him and barely supported him: "Prince! Put down the book, look at the old minister, and tell the old minister, you didn't mean that! You were born as a big The destined master of Qing Dynasty is the crown prince proclaimed by the Holy Majesty, what is the purpose of our painstaking efforts these years? Now, how can you have the idea of ​​giving up!"

Suo'etu looked at the prince who didn't hear him at all, and was heartbroken. After several questionings to no avail, he could only say desperately and sadly: "On the court, it's like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Prince, you... …Think about it.”

Before entering the East Palace, Suo'etu was still full of ambitions. When he left the East Palace, he was like an ordinary old man whose heart was hurt by his nephew, and he staggered a little while walking.

Mingzhu came out from Qianqing Palace, saw her old rival Suo'etu from a distance, and shouted from a distance: "Master Suo! No matter how you look at your legs and feet, you are getting old. Are you planning to retire and return home?"

Suo'etu was being poked at the sore spot, striding forward angrily, pointing at Mingzhu's nose and scolding: "Don't you want to use your tongue for a while! The king of Zhijun is unstable, you give him so many errands, how can you do it?" It’s his ability to do well, and if he can’t do well, the officials involved will suffer in vain! Greed is not enough to swallow elephants, and you will understand sooner or later!”

Mingzhu is also an old fox, so how could he fail to understand the meaning behind Suo'etu's words: "Huh, if you can take it down, that's called home to the capable, and that's called returning it to the original owner. The thing about swallowing elephants."

The position of the East Palace, as long as the sage has not abdicated, anyone has the possibility, how could Suo'etu be able to dispel it with a few words.

Suo'etu took a few steps forward and grabbed Mingzhu's wrist. The strike was so heavy that Mingzhu's expression was a little distorted: "If you have the ability, you can ask the king of Zhijun to show the old man ten copper coins," Suo'etu lowered his hand. The voice was lost, and the words could only be heard between each other, "The emperor of the Qing Dynasty, how could it be possible that he couldn't even hold ten copper coins in his hand. This alone, the king of Zhijun can't be an emperor!"

After Suo'etu let out his anger, he threw away Mingzhu's hand, turned around and left without looking back.

Mingzhu stood where she was, her hands ached and her heart ached from anger.Suo'etu's words can be regarded as stepping on his painful foot, but he still can't fight back.

These days, Mingzhu has thought of all kinds of solutions, and with a fluke mentality, she went to Huangmiao to ask the lama to ask Guan Shengdijun, thinking that maybe this god of wealth and wealth can overcome the bad luck of Zhijun Wang, Who knew that the invited statues of the God of Wealth, one or two, were of no use at all, and it cost him a lot of money to go out.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off."

Back at the mansion, Mingzhu was sitting at her table and muttering, the old steward who just happened to go to Qingfu Restaurant to share the accounts came back with the account book: "Master? What is so anxious? Let's look at the account first, we have earned a lot these days .By the way, Master Qingyang has also come to the capital, and he is staying in the sub-building, do you want to invite him to come to the house——hmm!"

Putting the two words master and door together immediately triggered Mingzhu's psychological shadow, and immediately picked up a piece of pastry and stopped the old steward's crow's mouth: "Bah, I'm crazy."

Last time the master came to the door, he paid out two boxes of silver and had a son. If he invited the master to come to the door this time, what else could he have to pay, and he would become the eldest prince again.

Mingzhu was depressed for a while, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "Come to the door? That's right!"

"Did there be rumors before that Suofu is haunted?" Mingzhu thought about it and said, "I had someone keep an eye on Suofu? Haven't you reported back yet?"

The old steward desperately swallowed the dry mung bean cake: "I'm back, I said it's quite serious, but I only know some details."

Mingzhu showed a calculating expression, squinted her eyes inscrutablely, and patted the powdered sugar on her hands: "Prepare the car, I want to see the master in person."

…………

Qingyang saw Yinhu's illness described in the letter and suspected it was depression, so he specially prepared luggage for at least three months, intending to stay in the capital and help Yinhu take care of himself. Not only was he blinded by his preparations, but he also listened to the secrets of the Kang family.

Back at the restaurant, Qingyang asked the back kitchen for a whole basket of cucumbers, and went back to the side room to complain bitterly: "I blame me for being too kind! It is said that doctors have the heart of parents. There are no doctors here. They just treat themselves as cheap parents." !"

He should ask Master Kong for another share of the money, but his son doesn't care.

Qingyang has practiced for so long, and now he can slice cucumbers on the palm of his hand, and the sliced ​​cucumbers are as thin as a cicada's wings, with the roots broken, and when you untie it, it becomes a translucent flower.

"..." Luo Hu sat on the edge of the bed, his back stretched, and he stared at Qingyang in a rather tense and dignified posture. He saw the Zhuxian Sword cutting so quickly in his palm, and the hair on his back stood on end. After cutting the cucumber on hand, when he was about to change another one, he shot it instantly, "We will cut it on the table."

Qingyang was pulled by Luo Hu, and put his hand on the table: "...I won't cut my hand, I practiced very well."

As if Luo Hu didn't hear it, he lifted the melon basket to the table and placed the next cucumber on the table: "You continue."

"Ai. I really won't cut it." Qingyang said, still feeling quite ironed in his heart, "The medicine for recuperation has also been prescribed, since the eighth elder brother's illness is not serious, we--"

"Do Do Do Do."

A familiar voice came from outside the door: "Master, is it convenient? I am Pearl."

"——I was just about to explain that I would go back tomorrow." Qingyang withdrew the Zhuxian sword despondently, stood up and opened the door, "Master Mingzhu, why are you here?"

"Oh..." Mingzhu squeezed into the room without seeing the outside world, "Just heard a human voice?"

Mingzhu had a smile on her face, but she looked around sharply: Is there really no one?It's not some other elder brother who came to recruit the master.

Qingyang glanced at Luo Hu who was full of displeasure: "Well, half of it is human voice."

"..." Mingzhu's neck stiffened, and she immediately withdrew her probing eyes, "It's like this, the reason why I came to bother you is because an old colleague of mine seems to have something strange in the mansion recently, and I want to ask the master Can you help me?"

Mingzhu said: "Every night he would dream of someone dangling beside his bed. He wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up. He got up early the next day because he had slept on the bed all night and his back was sore. The whole house was like this. Some people in the mansion said that when they were patrolling at night, they saw ghosts in the ancestral hall, and when they went to see it during the day, several memorial tablets were overturned, which was very scary."

It has nothing to do with family mediation, just looking at a matter, Qingyang thinks that he can help him out: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. I just have time, so let's go now?"

Mingzhu was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, the car to welcome you has already been prepared downstairs."

Here we come!Suo'etu!Now I will take the poor god who scrapes oil and water to your house! !

…………

Suofu.

Suo'etu sat wearily in the pavilion, taking a nap in the sunshine.Just after closing his eyes for a while, he was startled by the baby's crying and opened them suddenly: "What's going on?"

"It's Young Master Sun," the old mother hurriedly turned out with the baby in her arms, "Third Madam was afraid that Young Master Sun would catch a cold while sleeping outside, so she asked him to carry him inside to sleep, and she cried after a while."

"Nonsense! Do you love your grandson so much?" Suo'etu slapped the stone table angrily. sleep."

The old mother's mental state is also very haggard, worse than Suo'etu: "Understood—"

"Master!" The steward rushed over, "Master, Master Mingzhu knocked on the door outside, saying that he came uninvited, and knowing that the house is not peaceful, he specially brought an expert to help."

Suo'etu was stunned for a moment, and then got up angrily: "There is a ghost in the house, the old man has never revealed it, and even the crown prince doesn't know about it. Mingzhu, old man, where did the news come from? It's so bright and aboveboard, and the provocation is handed over to the old man." Is the door in front of the house?! Good! Let him in, the old man wants to see what kind of tricks he can bring in a Taoist priest of the dancers!"

Qingyang didn't know about Suo'etu's anger, he just looked up at the grand mansion's house number, and thought carefully: "...This Suo's mansion...isn't it the Suo's mansion I thought of?"

Mingzhu: "Ah, it's Master Suo'etu—hey, Master, don't go!"

Qingyang climbed onto the car with all hands and feet: "Give it up, you only see the things you agreed to do, and you lied to me again! I don't do family mediation! I don't even do unit mediation!"

Too much, no one's purpose is pure?

Qingyang's legs were already on the chariot, and the door of Suofu opened suddenly: "Nalan Mingzhu! You don't take this old man seriously now!"

Suo'etu saw Qingyang's buttocks sharply: "That's the expert you found? It's not that he cooperates with you in our family's affairs, so call for a thief!"

"?" Qingyang's leg came down again, "No! I just don't want to be a unit mediation! Master Mingzhu, you are ruining my reputation!"

Mingzhu waved her hand in a hurry, he came here to let the master do Suo'etu, how could he harm the master in a few words: "No such intention, the old man is really just out of good intentions."

Suo'etu watched coldly, and gradually became puzzled. Seeing Mingzhu's attitude towards the Taoist priest, he was quite respectful: "... Whether it is true or not, you can find out when you come in and try it."

Suo'etu only beckoned, and twenty strong guards surrounded him neatly: "Master Mingzhu, this expert, please."

Qingyang smacked his lips dryly: "I didn't tell me about this when I came here."

"Add more money," Mingzhu guided Poor God in an upright manner: "Master Suo is not short of this money, right? You see, just let him pay twice."

Suo'etu didn't notice what was wrong. He just thought that if he could really solve the problems of the mansion, he would pay twice as much. The whole mansion hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for a long time. Even the old man couldn't hold it.

Seeing the eyes of Suo'etu envoy, the steward hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way: "At first, it was the room of several female relatives in the mansion, and there would always be strange noises coming from outside the door at night. Everyone thought it was the wind, but they didn't expect After a few days, as long as the sun goes down at night, there will be no candles in the women's house."

Qingyang was taken aback, and his resistance to this troublesome matter eased, and he said seriously: "And then? Is the situation serious again?"

"Yes, at the beginning, the servants dreamed that someone was sitting by their bedside at night, and several of them fell ill from fright. After three days, even the master had such a dream. And it wasn't just one or two ghosts, yes. A group of ghosts were fighting beside his bed, but he could feel it, and he couldn’t wake up, as if being crushed by ghosts.” The steward pushed open the door of the main courtyard, “This is the master’s yard, it’s the master’s bedroom."

"Hmm..." Qingyang didn't enter the door, his eyes looked straight behind him, "Where is it over there? What's that place?"

Suo'etu followed beside him silently, until Qingyang raised his hand and pointed, his face changed: "It's the ancestral hall. How do you know, did Mingzhu tell you?"

Qingyang quickly stretched out his hand to pull back Luo Hu, who looked like he was about to hit someone, and held Expert Luo's hand tightly, without changing his face: "The ghost spirit is the strongest there. It still exists now."

"This, this is noon!" The steward finished speaking with a trembling voice, then he was too scared to speak, and his feet stopped.

Not only him, but also several servants passing by. One servant girl was so frightened that she dropped the washbasin and hit the ground with a loud bang, which made people's eardrums hurt, and felt inexplicably ominous.

Qingyang flipped the palm of his left hand, and a cold long sword appeared in his hand in an instant: "I'll go and see, you'd better not follow, so as not to delay you."

He didn't care what the people behind were planning. There was indeed a mixed atmosphere of ghosts in the ancestral hall, at least dozens of them. No wonder there was such a big commotion, and the whole house was plagued by disasters.

Following the spirit of ghosts, Qingyang searched all the way, and saw that the ancestral hall was located among pines and cypresses, under the shade of trees. Looking in through the papered window, he could only see ghosts and shadows, and there were occasional knocks and bumps in the house. roar.

"Why aren't you in the same group? Competing for territory?" Qingyang said puzzledly, kicking open the door, "Taoist catches ghosts! Raise your hands!"

The beating ghosts all turned their heads: "?"

Qingyang patted it with the sword face: "What are you looking at, put your hands up and put your head on your head, and gather a crowd to fight?"

The sword of Zhu Xian spit out its light every inch, and the sweeping distance suddenly became several feet longer. The ghosts caught in the shot screamed in pain, and were swept away without any power to fight back.

Qingyang followed the same pattern until he pushed away layers of ghosts, revealing the one who was beaten inside.

The besieged ghosts looked to be in their sixties, with goatee beards, and their souls had been beaten to pieces. Fortunately, Qingyang came in time, otherwise they would have almost been eaten by these evil ghosts.

Seeing how powerful Qingyang is, the old ghost suddenly saw light in his eyes, and his soul was already broken. One of the souls still insisted on shouting: "Protect, protect my house!"

"This is your home?" Qingyang looked at the altar, all the tablets were overturned, "Stop shouting, your soul is gone, it's a bit troublesome."

The three souls of the old ghost are all talking to each other:

"Guard my house."

"Daozhang, kill these evil spirits, and my descendants will repay you heavily!"

"Help me, Daoist, I don't want to be lost..."

Suo'etu and Mingzhu stepped into the ancestral hall one after the other, and heard Qingyang say to the air on the ground:

"Oh, a hundred years? Then what specialties do you have... Yes, yes, my Yin soldiers just need a military advisor. Let's make a ghost contract, what's your name?"

The souls of the old ghost instinctively looked at Suo'etu at the door: "I, my name is Sony..."

"Sony..." Qingyang scratched his head for a while, he didn't read the whole history of Qing Dynasty, is there such a person, the name sounds like a joke, "Well, Mr. Suo, who is Sonny?"

Qingyang took the Sanqing bell and shook it at the old ghost, and took the old ghost's three souls and seven spirits into the bell, stood up easily, and reported the situation to the employer: "Your house is a wild ghost, I will drive it away." Yes. This Sony has been protecting you all the time, but because of his injury, he made a deal with me, and he will serve me as a ghost for a hundred years in the future, and I will reunite three souls and seven souls for him, and cultivate ghosts."

Not bad, I heard from this old man Suo that he is quite experienced in marching and fighting, so he took a military adviser back for the Yin soldiers.While thinking, Qingyang stretched out his hand to Suo'etu.

Suo'etu: "..."

He lowered his head blankly, looked at Qingyang's hand, then raised his head to stare at Qingyang again.

Qingyang: "? Remuneration, twice the agreed payment."

Suo'etu's expression became very exciting in an instant, and his entire cheek was twitching.

After a long while, Suo'etu squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Sony, it's my father."

Suo'etu said forbearance: "You... accepted my father and asked me for money???"

Mingzhu: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"