Jiang Wang never thought that the maid serving him would be a princess!
After all, he has the identity of a young marquis, and he knows that there are very few princes in the Sui Kingdom. His father is just a prince, but Xiaoyu's father is the king among the princes.
The princess has fled to Huncheng, and the fate of coming to the palace will be miserable. Tan Laoliu is from the Qingxuan Department. I am afraid that Xiaoyu's enemies are not powerful people who can be clearly explained in a few words.
Because the princes were powerful but not powerful, if they wanted to target them, there would be many qualified people in the court.
He rubbed Xiaoyu's head and said softly: "We are in the same boat. Your father was killed, and my father's whereabouts are unknown. I'm afraid he is gone. Please relax, no one can hurt you by your side." , such a great revenge will definitely be repaid."
"Don't think about anything today. After having fun at the Chenghuang Temple Fair and venting to your heart's content, we will work hard to become stronger, so strong that no one in the world can threaten us."
Xiaoyu nodded very moved.
At this time, two monks in green robes and white robes came over.
"Mr. Jiang, Feng Linghuai has been removed by you. Our great revenge has been avenged. We are really ashamed that we were unable to take action personally."
They clasped their hands and said, "I'm afraid we will not be able to repay Mr. Jiang's great kindness in the next life. But the three of my brothers came to Huncheng to find the traces of immortals. Yue Man Xilou is also kind to us. This task must be completed." ..."
Jiang Wang said with a smile: "You can talk to Yueman Xilou. There are no immortals in Hun City. Those so-called immortals are destined to be in vain."
The green-robed monk said in surprise: "But is it true that there is a mirage hanging high on Qixia Street?"
Jiang Wang smiled and shook his head.
The white-robed monk was shocked.
Could it be...
He immediately bowed and said, "Mr. Jiang, we understand. We will send a letter back to Yueman Xilou."
The monk in green robe still had something to say, so he was pulled away directly by the monk in white robe.
"Why are you doing this? Although no one can guarantee the immortal's affairs, we have to look for him."
The white-robed monk whispered: "Why are you confused? Where is the mirage hanging?"
The green-robed monk was stunned and said: "Qixia Street."
The white-robed monk asked again, "Where is the Xunyang Houfu?"
The green-robed monk's eyes widened.
The white-robed monk patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "You and I can't see through Mr. Jiang. Whether he is facing the monster Aoyin, or Cai Tanggu and the man from the Qingxuan Department, Mr. Jiang can't see through it." It may be false that there are no immortals in Hun City before we are in a bitter battle, but it is true that those who seek immortals cannot find it. Even if we were following Mr. Jiang, how could we have thought of it?"
The green-robed monk was trembling and didn't even dare to look back. He tried his best to lower his voice and said, "Mr. Jiang is an immortal?"
The white-robed monk looked solemn and said: "It's very possible, but Mr. Jiang probably doesn't want others to know about it. We have to pretend to be ignorant, and we can't reveal this matter to anyone. Remember, remember."
The green-robed monk's legs were a little weak, and he said with a trembling voice: "Are we actually following the immortals these days? It turns out that there really are immortals in this world! Yes, the immortal should look like Mr. Jiang. When I first saw Mr. Jiang When I was young, I was astonished that if I were not an immortal, how could I be so beautiful!"
Although these words made no sense, the white-robed monk nodded in agreement.
"But is there anything inappropriate in replying to Yue Manxi Tower like this? There are still people who have come to Huncheng to look for immortals, so we say that there are no immortals in Huncheng. I'm afraid it will be hard for the host to believe it."
The green-robed monk frowned in embarrassment.
The white-robed monk thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll reply later. When the immortal seeker returns without success, and the facts are in front of me, the poster will believe it."
The green-robed monk said: "You are still cautious enough. You are also observant and think clearly. Unless you encounter something, be timid."
The white-robed monk was speechless, "You can just praise me, but the next sentence is superfluous."
The green-robed monk laughed, then thought of something, and asked: "Mr. Jiang is the young Marquis. Doesn't that mean that the Marquis is also an immortal?"
The white-robed monk was stunned and thought: "This is indeed beyond the scope of my thinking. Mr. Jiang is an immortal and his father is also an immortal. It makes sense. But if Mr. Jiang is an immortal born in a mortal body, it should be easy." It doesn’t matter much.”
The green-robed monk said: "No matter what, if we follow Mr. Jiang, our achievements in the future will be limitless. If we can get Mr. Jiang's free charity, we may break through the bottleneck and stand in a higher position."
He said rather arrogantly: "At that time, not to mention killing a person from the Qingxuan Department, even if we face the entire Qingxuan Department, what's the harm?"
The white-robed monk warned: "Don't think like this. We will do whatever Mr. Jiang says. We cannot rely on Mr. Jiang and do whatever we want. If we offend Mr. Jiang, we may never be reincarnated."
The green-robed monk said: "You don't have to be too cautious. From the current point of view, we and the Qingxuan Department are destined not to be friends. We have to make plans, and more importantly, we must not embarrass Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Wang didn't know what the two monks in Qingpao were talking about. Because the Chenghuang Temple was too lively and the streets were crowded with people, he was not allowed to leave the mansion, and there was no chance of him sneaking out.
This will be the first time he sees the Chenghuang Temple Fair.
It is inevitable that there will be some expectations in my heart.
But he could only wait and watch on Qixia Street. Jiang Wang would never take another step out until Yeyoushen recovered.
When the old housekeeper and Zhao Si came back, they each put on new clothes.
The Chenghuang Temple Fair will officially begin at Youshi, and the two hours will pass quickly.
The green-robed monk was carrying the wicker chair, the white-robed monk and Xiaoyu were following Jiang Wang, the old housekeeper was walking at the back, and Zhao Si was naturally running at the front.
He even carried a basket containing pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
The grand scene of the Chenghuang Temple Fair was the best scenery for his paintings.
Zhao Si had already found the best viewing position in advance, said hello casually, and ran away without a trace.
The white-robed monk followed Xiaoyu to visit the temple fair. Jiang Wang was lying on the wicker chair at the intersection of Qixia Street, with the old housekeeper and the green-robed monk beside him.
Lanterns as bright as day were hung all over Pinglan Street, and lanterns were also hung in front of the shops on both sides. It was crowded and noisy. There were street performers performing skills that amazed the people. Various shouts came from the rows of stalls. Voice.
Even high in the sky, there are several huge wooden kites carved with the image of the City God, as if they are overlooking the entire Hun City.
Seeing Xiao Yu's most authentic smile as he shuttled among the crowd, Jiang Wang also pursed his lips and smiled.
Zhou Captou was also nearby at the moment. He noticed Jiang Wang's figure and came forward. He bowed his hands in greeting and said, "Little Marquis."
Jiang Wang nodded and said, "Why is Zhou Captou still wearing official uniform when visiting the temple fair?"
Zhou Captou smiled bitterly and said: "How can I have time to go to the temple fair? I don't know what happened last night. The Du family was empty, most of Nancheng Lane was destroyed, and the people cried out that they needed to repair the streets and rebuild the houses, and guard the mansion. The government really can’t afford that much money.”
Jiang Wang was stunned, then showed an embarrassed smile, coughed slightly, and said: "My Marquis Mansion can pay for the construction of Nancheng Alley, and my Marquis Mansion will also compensate for the losses of those shops."
He turned back to look at the old housekeeper and said: "Zhou Captou will follow Tong Bo to the Hou Mansion to get the money."
Zhou Captou was quite shocked, and said with tears of gratitude: "The young Marquis is really a good man. I will report back to the guard and give him the highest commendation, so that the world will remember his good name."
Jiang Wang said awkwardly: "No, no, this is what I should do."
Zhou Captou left with the old housekeeper.
The green-robed monk knew about Mr. Jiang's encounter with Feng Linghuai in Nancheng Lane. He thought that Nancheng Lane was probably destroyed by Mr. Jiang. Seeing this scene, he looked very strange.
Shu Ni and Ning Shishi also came to the temple fair and went straight to Jiang Wang.
"You are very strange. Are you visiting a temple fair or watching a temple fair?"
Qixia Street was empty, with only lanterns hanging. Jiang Wang was lying on a wicker chair, as if there was a wall between him and the bustle of Pinglan Street.
Shu Ni crossed his arms and said, "Although we failed to find the monster, you still have to keep your word. The immortal passed away on Qixia Street. Your Marquis Mansion has the most power in Huncheng, and you happen to live in Qixia Street. If you think about it, With him, I will pester you all day long."
The green-robed monk was a little nervous. She had spoken so clearly. What should she do if she noticed something?
He was even ready to draw his sword if Fan Shuni guessed Mr. Jiang's identity as an immortal.
Ning Shishi said: "Junior sister, please don't do this. We haven't accomplished anything, so how can we get Mr. Jiang to agree to it? Besides, we can't rush the matter of finding an immortal. It's better to think about it in the long run."
Jiang Wang immediately answered: "That's right. I should do what I promised. But if you haven't completed what you promised me, don't say this, so as not to hurt the harmony. Look at how lively this temple fair is. Go quickly. Take a walk.”
Shu Ni glared at Ning Shishi and said coldly to Jiang Wang: "I can't trust you. Even if we don't find the monster, we have tried hard to find it. You have to do something practical to make me believe that you can keep your promise."
Jiang Wang said: "I have always been curious. You should have your own way of searching for immortals. Why do you have to ask others for help? Can Xunxian be found when there are many people? If so, Huncheng would have been full of monks. Why? As for finding help locally.”
Ning Shishi replied: "It's hard to find immortal traces, and there is no way to find them. Otherwise, hundreds of immortals would have been found long ago. The only way to find immortals is not to miss any natural phenomena. In the land of supernatural phenomena, Just explore slowly."
"Besides, although the search for immortals is very important, it is impossible to search for immortals all over the Sui Dynasty and not do other things. Whether it is Xitan's eyeing tigers or monsters running rampant, monks are needed everywhere. Seeking help locally is just to find clues faster. That’s all.”
Jiang Wang was a little stunned and said, "Does it mean that a blind man crosses the river purely by luck?"
Ning Shishi smiled bitterly and said: "Although there are some problems with the metaphor, it really depends on luck."
