Chapter 40: Encountering an Evil Spirit

Prince Jing is the emperor's younger brother, so the house he lives in is naturally the best in Kyoto.

The palace is very large, with a neat and orderly layout. The garden is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with intertwined pavilions, pavilions, eaves and green tiles, and nine winding corridors. The entire palace is exquisite and luxurious without losing its majesty.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Ling Chu would have really wanted to take a good look at the scenery here.

Prince Jing is the legitimate son of Prince Jing and Princess Jing. The courtyard where he lives is the best courtyard besides the main courtyard where the prince and princess live.

What's surprising is that under the clear sky and white sun, not only is the gate of Prince Jing's courtyard tightly closed, but there are also two guards standing outside the gate.

Seeing Prince Jing and his entourage, the two guards quickly stepped forward to salute.

Prince Jing nodded and ordered them to open the door.

As the prince's courtyard, the layout inside is naturally not bad.

Normally, as the crown prince, Prince Jing should have quite a few maids and women waiting in his courtyard.

But the strange thing is that the huge courtyard is quiet inside, and not even a single maid or servant can be seen on the road. This Prince Jing's courtyard feels weird everywhere.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they passed through a moon gate. Just after walking a dozen steps forward, a strange sound reached everyone's ears.

"Nanny, your combing skills are really unsatisfactory. This bun is really ugly. You should comb it again for me.

And which embroidery shop these skirts are made from? The embroidery work is not good at all. The stitches on this lake green dress are not neat.

The embroidery on that imperial-colored gauze skirt was not only unrealistic, but also the color was wrong.

Why is there a silver-red pleated skirt? That is the color my concubine wears. I am the Crown Princess, so I must wear true red.

Do you look down on me as the Crown Princess? Why are you so ugly with my preparations? You have people go to the Silver Building to select a few new pairs for me. They must be worthy of my status as the Crown Princess of Prince Jing’s Palace..."

Ling Chu frowned. If she remembered correctly, this voice should be Prince Jing?

But why does this tone of voice sound like that of a girl?

As soon as this suspicion arose, Ling Chu was shocked again. Prince Jing's crown prince hadn't gotten married yet, so where did he get the crown prince's concubine?

Could it be that she remembered it wrong?

Ling Chu couldn't help but look at Lord Ning, but saw that the other person had no expression on his face, except for the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Prince Jing's thin lips were pursed tightly, his face was blue and black, and he kept walking forward, while Princess Jing frowned and followed hurriedly.

In the flower hall, a girl with a flying cloud bun, an exquisite hair and face, and a golden floor-length gauze skirt was looking at the skirts and skirts all over the table with a dissatisfied face, and kept criticizing them.

Just looking at her back, this girl is tall, but her voice sounds weird.

When Prince Jing saw the people inside, he shouted angrily with a dark face, "Jing'er..."

Hearing Prince Jing's words, Ling Chu looked stunned.

In the flower hall, the girl heard the noise and turned towards the door.

Ling Chu saw the girl's face and his mouth twitched wildly.

She finally understood why Prince Jing's courtyard was closed in broad daylight and guarded by two guards, and not even a single servant could be seen in the courtyard.

We also know why Prince Jing called his son to a girl.

Because—the tall girl with her hair in a bun, a bun, and a floor-length gauze skirt turned out to be Prince Jing!

Seeing his makeup and attire, Ling Chu only felt it was eye-catching.

The Taoist Priest in Qingyi looked astonished, and his mouth was wide enough to hold a large bowl of rice.

However, that's not all.

When Prince Jing saw Prince Jing and his concubine, he gave them a blessing and said surprisingly, "Prince father and concubine, why are you here? My husband doesn't know where he went, leaving me alone." The house is really boring..."

Princess Jing looked at her son with a headache, and waved her hand to Chang An, the young boy behind her, "Why don't you take the prince down quickly to change his clothes. Nanny, go get a basin of water so that the prince can clean his face."

Prince Jing stamped his feet with an unhappy look on his face, "I don't want it, concubine. My clothes and makeup are my husband's favorite. I don't want to change..."

Ling Chu looked at Prince Jing speechlessly. She felt that her hands were so itchy that she almost couldn't help but find a pair of smelly socks that hadn't been washed in ten years and plug his mouth.

Taoist Priest Qingyang on the side was well-informed. After being surprised, he has now come to his senses.

Seeing Prince Jing and his wife holding back their anger and looking at Prince Jing helplessly, he said quickly, "Prince and concubine, don't worry, the prince just got some dirty things, and the prince will recover after Pindao does some rituals. "

Prince Jing and his wife had long suspected that their son was possessed by evil spirits. Taoist Master Qingyang said this just because he didn't want to make their faces look bad. After all, if this kind of thing spreads, Prince Jing's Mansion will definitely be criticized.

When the couple saw that he was so eye-catching, they were naturally satisfied with him. "Then I'd like to trouble you, Taoist priest. What do we need to prepare for the ritual?"

"I've brought all the things, so there's no need to bother me anymore, but I would like to ask the prince and princess to step back." Taoist Master Qingyang turned to the wet nurse and the boy and said, "You guys should step back too."

Ling Chu frowned when he heard the Taoist priest's words, but seeing that Prince Jing and his wife trusted him, he didn't say anything and silently walked to the door.

Prince Jing frowned, "You, what are you going to do..."

"Bold monster, this is not the place you should stay, please leave quickly."

Prince Jing said timidly and helplessly, "What monster? I am the prince's consort of Prince Jing's mansion. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Since you don't leave, don't blame me for taking action." Taoist Qingyang held the talisman in his left hand and the peach wood sword in his right hand, chanted a spell, stepped on the Tiangang step, and walked towards Prince Jing with a serious face.

Three steps away, Taoist Qingyang swung his hand, and the talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire and flew towards Prince Jing. At the same time, the peach wood sword in his hand stabbed forward, "Monster, why don't you surrender quickly."

Ning Chuyi stood next to Ling Chu, and his eyes were withdrawn from Taoist Qingyang and fell on Ling Chu.

Ling Chu knew that he was asking about the Taoist's ability.

Ling Chu glanced at him and said nothing.

This was the first time she met Taoist Qingyang. She didn't know his ability, so it was not easy to make comments.

However, Ling Chu's eyes swept across the talisman paper and peach wood sword in Taoist Qingyang's hand. The things were okay, the Tiangang Step was also correct, and the posture of attack seemed to have been learned seriously.

Since this Taoist priest had real skills, it was just right for him to consume the energy of the ghost. If he couldn't deal with it, she would not be too late to attack again.

"Where did you come from, you wild Taoist priest? You are blind. What nonsense are you talking about? I am the princess of the prince of Jing, not a monster."

Facing the attack of Taoist Qingyang, the prince of Jing was not in a hurry. He dodged and cursed.

Ling Chu saw that the ghost was in a posture of ease, and it seemed that he was really not simple.