Hidden in the court

"Your Majesty, may I ask first, who is this child?"

"Su Xiao, Su Mengyang. How about it, do you think he can take on the responsibility?"

"Oh, it's him. He's a good candidate indeed."

"So, Prime Minister, please think about it. Whether it is now or in the future, this world will not be in chaos."

Luo Wei thought about it, and suddenly thought of something, and said hurriedly:

"Your Majesty, I have something urgent to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Nangong Lin felt a little regretful, thinking that this was just Luo Wei's excuse. Only Luo Wei knew that he was really in a hurry. He had been out for more than half an hour, but Ji Mingshang was still at his house.

He didn't believe that Ji Mingshang would be able to go back peacefully, and he might have already abducted his daughter and run away with him.

Come to think of it, I shouldn't have let him in. It's really like inviting a wolf into the house.

Facts proved that his guess was correct. Ji Mingshang and Luo Lin had already left the Prime Minister's Mansion under the cover of his mother-in-law.

"Where do we go now?"

"Go to a place that the Prime Minister would never expect."

Ji Mingshang took Luo Lin for a stroll and saw an acquaintance.

"Zhang Banxian."

"master."

They both shouted at the same time.

Familiar attire, familiar stalls, familiar voices, familiar smiles.

"Hey, little prince, we meet again."

"Why are you here?" Rowling asked.

"Of course I'm waiting for the right person."

"Then are you waiting for us?" Ji Mingshang asked.

Zhang Banxian answered mysteriously, "No, no. But I can give you another divination."

Ji Mingshang found it even more interesting. Although this charlatan was sometimes unreliable, he was also quite true at times. For example, the "Inch Power to Open the Sky Spirit" he taught Luo Lin was really painful.

"Okay, if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a bastard. Who are you?"

"It depends on what you want to know." Zhang Banxian gently waved a paper fan, looking like a calm and composed master.

Luo Lin and Ji Mingshang looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

"We want to know who the girl from Qing'an City who was with Lao Zhao is."

Zhang Banxian fiddled with his hands for a few times, and said in a confused tone: "She is a person who is the same as you, but different."

"What about it?"

"No comment."

Ji Mingshang seemed to be uninterested, it would be better not to say anything.

"Are you teasing me?"

"Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Hearing this, Ji Mingshang was even more speechless. Are you a Taoist priest or a monk?

Seeing that this charlatan was unable to spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, Ji Mingshang pulled Luo Lin away.

After Ji Mingshang and Luo Lin left, Zhang Banxian started shouting.

After a while, a person appeared in front of him.

Zhang Banxian's eyes lit up, "This girl has a knot in her heart."

The man came to his senses and looked at Zhang Banxian.

"How did you know, sir?"

"I have learned a little bit of the minor ways. I am not talented, but I know the weather, the terrain, the sound, the reason, the past and the future, and I understand everything."

The girl frowned, thinking that this Taoist priest must be a liar as he boasted so much.

"Miss Tan, please don't disbelieve me. I know your difficulties and the reasons behind them. I wonder if you can listen to me."

Tan Heng stopped, thought for a moment, then walked to the stall with a respectful attitude.

"May I ask what you want, Taoist?"

Tan Heng doesn't think that someone would help her for no reason, and Zhang Banxian can also understand her thoughts.

"Miss Tan, you are worrying too much. I calculated with my fingers. I will meet my destined person today, so I am waiting here specially."

"Thank you very much, Taoist Priest."

"You're welcome."

Zhang Banxian pulled out a small stool from under the stall and said, "Sit down."

"Miss Tan's illness is manifested in mental decline. She often suffers from severe pain all over her body, then falls into a coma for three to five days. When she wakes up, she doesn't know where she is, as if she has lost her memory."

"Yes."

"You were sick a few days ago, and when you woke up, there was a jade token in your hand. Is that true or not?"

"Yes, may I ask if the Taoist priest has any medical skills?"

"No, to be honest, your condition is not an illness, so there is no cure."

Tan Heng was obviously disappointed when he heard this.

"But don't worry, just let nature take its course. When the time comes, someone will heal you."

"May I ask the Taoist priest..."

Tan Heng wanted to ask the questions in his mind, but Zhang Banxian stopped him with his hand. He also pointed to the sky mysteriously.

"The secret cannot be revealed. I can only tell you two words: wait."

Although Tan Heng was full of doubts, he still said politely: "Thank you, Taoist Priest."

Zhang Banxian waved his hand, pointed at his signboard, and said, "You're too polite. I'm not a Taoist priest. Just call me Zhang Banxian."

"The owner of this jade token will help you when the time comes."

When I came back to my senses, Zhang Banxian had already started packing up his stall and running away.

"See you later!"

Tan Heng was stunned. This man knew her illness, including its cause and symptoms. But he also said it was not a disease and would heal naturally.

She took out the jade token and looked at it. Who was the owner of the jade?

As for the truthfulness of Zhang Banxian's words, Tan Heng did not think they were false. It is better to believe in the existence of ghosts and gods than to believe in their non-existence. Even the saints said, "Keep a respectful distance from them."

Maybe there really are people in this world who can communicate with ghosts and gods.

I walked through the busy streets and just turned into the alley. A sharp pain started from my spine and surged through my body like a tide. The pain in my brain was even more unbearable, like a stabbing pain from a needle.

"Come again..."

Two words flashed through Tan Heng's mind, and then his eyelids drooped and he fell down.

……

"This is... the capital?"

If Tan Heng has already arrived in the capital, the next plot will be about Ji Mingshang. Zhao Yao should not be in the capital now, and may even have returned to the northern border for a while. The next time the two meet should be half a year later.

The next step is to use Ji Mingshang to get close to Zhao Yao. As for getting close to Ji Mingshang, the only traverser, that is too easy.

After leaving the alley, ask the street vendors.

"Boss, how do I get to Prince Jin's Mansion?"

The boss enthusiastically showed her the way: "Just go straight along this road for about a hundred steps, and you will see the sign of Wanhe Building. Then turn out from the alley next to it and you will see it."

The boss was a little surprised, "Little girl, you are not a local, right?"

"Well, I came from Qing'an City to visit relatives."

"Miss, who are you to Prince Jin?"

"Fellow countryman."

"Hey, haven't you heard that the King of Jin's hometown is Qing'an City? Oh, girl, take care."

Following the directions given by the vendor, we soon saw the Prince Jin's Mansion.

"Please inform Prince Ji that I am from the same hometown as him."

The gatekeeper didn't think much about it. Judging from the man's clothes, he should be from a decent family, so he went in to find Ji Mingshang.

"Sir, there is a woman outside the door, she says she is from your hometown."

"Isn't it pretty?"

"Forehead…"

Ji Mingshang came to the door and saw the person coming. He felt a little familiar. He seemed to have seen this clothes somewhere.

"You are…"

"Odd changes to even?"