The arms agent concubine takes the RV to raise a baby

In the small courtyard of the Mo family in Muduo Town, Liu Jingcheng sat in the room coldly, drinking tea and staring at the sky outside the window in a daze. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and a thin mist hung in the air. The scenery outside the window became dim. He lowered the window, turned around and sat back in the chair. When he picked up the teacup again, the water had already gone cold.

He heard footsteps outside the door and the sound of people talking in a low voice, and he knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

"Your Highness!" someone called out, accompanied by a slight knock on the door.

"Come in," he said coldly, without any emotion in his tone.

Yiqi came in with the creaking sound of the door opening.

"Master, someone is coming"

A middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing a black cloak with a large hood covering his entire face, it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"How are you, sir?" The visitor bowed and was about to kneel down to pay his respects.

"No need to be polite, stand up and talk"

The man stood beside Liu Jingcheng and kept his head down.

"The Emperor wishes to grant the prince a marriage, and he will issue the decree after he returns from the autumn hunt," the visitor said.

"Arranged marriage? Which girl?" Before Liu Jingcheng could even open his mouth, Yiqi became anxious.

"According to the maidservants around the Queen, she is the daughter of Prime Minister Hua."

"The daughter of Prime Minister Hua? Wasn't it said that the daughter of Prime Minister Hua would be chosen as the Crown Princess? Why was she married to the prince? This is impossible. You must have heard it wrong."

"I heard that this is a daughter born to Prime Minister Hua's ex-wife," said the visitor.

Liu Jingcheng seemed to understand something, but was not quite sure. He changed the subject and asked, "When will A Tu and A Shui arrive?"

"You can arrive tomorrow morning at the latest," Yiqi replied from the side.

"Well, ask Zhai Liangyu to check on the young lady in Prime Minister Hua's residence."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away," Yiqi responded and left the house.

Only Liu Jingcheng and the hooded man were left in the room. The atmosphere suddenly became cold and the man just stood there quietly, as if waiting for his master to ask questions.

"What other news do you have? Tell me now."

"Master, I don't know whether this news is reliable or not. I dare not say anything casually for fear of affecting your judgment," the visitor said cautiously.

"Tell me everything you know, and I will make the judgment myself." There was no warmth in his voice.

"The housekeeper in the Queen's palace had an affair with a maid and accidentally let the secret slip. The next day, the maid scolded the Imperial Concubine, saying: You are a fake, why are you pretending to be noble? Two days later, the maid went out of the palace to do some business and got lost on the way back."

"Oh?" Liu Jingcheng stood up suddenly. This news was quite explosive, like a heavy hammer hitting his head, making him a little dizzy.

"What about the maids around the nanny? Have they been dealt with?" There is no need to think about it. Anyone who might know a little bit of information has been dealt with.

"It's done. I have a fellow villager who is quite clever. After hearing what Mammy said, he knew she was in trouble and sent someone to beg me to save her. I paid the executioner to let him go and rescued her from the mass grave. She told me the whole story."

"Where are people?"

"I have brought her here, please give her a place to stay, Your Majesty."

"Okay, go ahead, be careful." He turned to the door and called out, "Good morning."

Ji'an, who was outside the door, came in quickly and listened to the prince's instructions with his hands down.

"Take the girl away and interrogate her carefully, then send her to Xiaojing Mountain for resettlement."

Everyone took the order and left.

Liu Jingcheng pushed open the window and a strong wind rushed in. It was windy. He couldn't help but stiffen his body and looked up at the sky. The night was slowly falling and the clouds were getting thicker. The sunset glow that was originally faintly visible had now completely disappeared in the layers of black clouds.

The strong wind blows the strong grass, the heavy rain freezes the autumn frost, and an autumn rain is about to come.

The wind blew all night, but no rain came.

The next morning, after Liu Jingcheng had washed up, he saw a pair of young men with sunny faces standing in the yard. They were dressed in smart short jackets and even an outsider could tell that they were very skilled.

When they saw their master coming out, they went to greet him with beaming faces: "Hello, senior brother." Ah Tu and Ah Shui bowed at the same time, both saying in unison.

Liu Jingcheng did not answer, but pulled out the sword from Yiqi and swung it to stab. A Tu and A Shui took two steps back and quickly drew their swords to meet the attack. For a moment, sword flowers flashed in the yard, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing. Three figures flew up and down, sometimes on the roof, sometimes on the treetops, sometimes on the table, and sometimes on the water surface. The three of them fought hard. All the guards stood under the eaves and watched. It was rare for them to see their master show his true skills, and they all watched with their eyes following the three people.

Then, Liu Jingcheng kicked the two long swords away, and the two long swords went straight into the scabbards hanging on the tree. He raised his hand and with a clang, his own sword was steadily inserted into Yiqi's scabbard.

The three of them stopped and slowly landed on the ground, with hot steam coming out of their bodies. A Tu and A Shui stepped forward to greet them again.

Liu Jingcheng showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then he slowly looked at the two people in front of him. They had handsome eyebrows and eyes, dignified looks, and heroic spirit. He had not seen them for five or six years, and the children of the past had grown up.

They have inherited 70% to 80% of their master's skills. Given time, they will surely surpass me.

"Is the master okay?" Liu Jing accepted the towel handed to him by the festival greeting to wipe the sweat and asked calmly.

"Okay, Master has a letter for you, brother." Ah Tu took out a letter tube from his arms and handed it over.

"Master took Senior Sister to travel and told Senior Brother not to look for him anymore," said A Shui.

"Oh, Master is traveling again?" Liu Jingcheng seemed a little surprised, but then he seemed to understand. Master is a person who has never been to this world, so how can he be measured by worldly customs?

"Is my junior sister okay?" Chu Song should be 20 years old this year. His master once asked him to find a husband for his junior sister, but Chu Song was unwilling to get married.

He knew her feelings, so he never blamed her for drugging him that year, but he was unwilling to drag her into the quagmire of this world. His junior sister's simple personality would be worn out by the Queen in a few days.

"Senior sister is a very good person. It was she who encouraged Master to travel." Ah Tu handed over the letter tube.

Liu Jing took the letter tube and said to the two of them, "Go down and settle down first."

Jie'an led the two of them away.

Liu Jingcheng returned to the room, sat in front of the desk, holding the letter from his master, but was reluctant to open it. What did his master want to say?

Will she blame him for not wanting to marry her junior sister? Will she accuse him of being unfilial?

Liu Jingcheng contracted a strange disease when he was less than a month old. At first, he always cried loudly and no matter how he was coaxed, he could not stop crying. For this, he was punished by countless palace maids and nannies.

The eldest prince was mentally retarded, the second prince died at birth, and the third prince was the son of the emperor and his beloved Concubine Ming. The emperor had high hopes for him and therefore cherished him especially.

The imperial physicians held countless consultations but could not find the cause of the disease. They tried all kinds of prescriptions but still could not cure it.

As the child grew up, the palace maids and nannies slowly mastered the pattern of the little master's crying. That is, when he was running and jumping, he would suddenly cover a certain part of his body and cry in pain, either his stomach or his head, and he cried so miserably.

Later, the palace maids and nannies would never let him run or jump, not even walking briskly. Most of the time he was held by the eunuchs and nannies and was not allowed to move on his own. But even so, he could not help crying and screaming in pain.

Liu Jingcheng suffered from illness for many years. He had poor appetite and sleep, and he looked lifeless. He didn't like to talk and didn't like to talk to people. He pretended not to hear when people shouted at him and was not interested in anything. He dragged his sickly body and took medicine all year round. He looked stupid and foolish. When the imperial doctors heard that the third prince had come to see him, they huddled together in fear.

The emperor posted a notice, inviting famous doctors across the country to search for anyone who could cure the third prince's illness. Those who were willing to be an official would be appointed as an official, and those who were not willing to be an official would be rewarded with money.

All of a sudden, there was a trend of seeking famous doctors all over the country, and many doctors flocked to the capital, but no one dared to take the imperial edict. Some people came with a learning attitude, some wanted to try their luck, and most people just came to join in the fun.

But when the time came, he knew very well that those skilled doctors in the Imperial Hospital were helpless, and he was just a traveling doctor with unskilled skills, so he decided not to make a fool of himself. His life was more important than an official position and money.

No one responded to the imperial edict half a year after it was posted, and the emperor was about to give up.

What was unexpected was that half a year later, a Taoist priest with white hair and beard claimed that he had a connection with the third prince and could cure his illness.

Chang Zhi was brought before the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want an official position or money, and I can't cure the third prince's illness."

"How dare you reveal the imperial edict when you have no ability at all!" The emperor was furious and immediately ordered his men to drag him out and chop him off.

"Your Majesty, please listen to what the Taoist priest has to say. After all, he is the only one who dares to reveal the imperial edict." The Taoist Master Chang Zhi in the hall had an elegant and graceful demeanor like an immortal. He did not look like a charlatan who was telling lies. Concubine Ming, who was sitting next to the emperor, suppressed the emperor's anger. She did not want to miss the only opportunity.

"Although I am not a healer, I can maintain the life of the third prince until someone comes to save him." Taoist Chang Zhi waited until the emperor had finished venting his anger, and continued to speak slowly.

"How to maintain it?" the emperor asked hurriedly: "Who is the one who saves him and when will he come?"

"Your Majesty, just hand the third prince over to me, and I will teach him how to save his life," said Taoist Master Chang Zhi.

"How dare you! How dare I, a prince of the royal family, become a Taoist monk?" The emperor was furious again. "The Taoist priest only teaches you some lessons, but you don't have to become a monk. If you let it go, you may not live past this year." The Taoist priest said, looking at the emperor and Concubine Ming with a sharp gaze: "Your Majesty, please decide what to do."

"Will not live past this year?" Concubine Ming was frightened by this sentence. Her son, will not live past this year? If her son died, what was the point of her living? The survival of the palace depends on the son's status and the mother's status. The mother and son depend on each other. Now that she is favored by the emperor, who knows how long it can last. There are new people constantly entering the harem, and the emperor can dislike them at will. Her son is the only guarantee to keep her status. Even if she loses favor in the future, she can still rely on her son. And her son is the closest relative connected by blood. How can she bear to let him go?

"Your Majesty, why don't you just do as the Taoist priest says?" Concubine Ming pleaded.

"Where did this evil sorcerer come from? He is using weird powers and spreading nonsense to confuse the people. Drag him out and beat him to death." When the emperor heard that his son would not live past the end of the year, he was filled with anger.

"Your Majesty~~~~~" Concubine Ming looked at the emperor with pleading eyes and was obviously about to cry.

"My beloved concubine, don't listen to the nonsense of this evil Taoist priest. I don't believe that no one in this big world can save Cheng'er," the emperor said angrily.

"Excuse me, Taoist priest, who is the person who will save Cheng'er, and when will he arrive?" Concubine Ming was unwilling to give up, and asked weakly amid the emperor's rage.

"That, I don't know, but the Third Prince is destined to have this disaster, and he will have a strange encounter in the future." Taoist Master Chang Zhi seemed not to have noticed the Emperor's anger. He stood in the hall, neither hurried nor happy nor angry, as calm as if he was talking to a friend.

"Drag him out, drag him out and beat him to death. I'm looking for a doctor, not a sorcerer." When the emperor heard that he knew nothing, his anger, which had just subsided, immediately surged up. Do you think my palace is a circus? Dare to tease the emperor, it's nothing but courting death.

Two warriors stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, trying to drive Taoist Chang Zhi. The Taoist flicked his whisk lightly and strode out of the hall. As soon as he walked out of the hall, he turned around and disappeared suddenly.