Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

In the Taoist temple.

Under the old locust tree.

An old man and a young boy are playing an unfinished game of chess.

Shi Shu was serving at the side, preparing to bring the tea she had poured to Prince Jing and the old Taoist priest, when suddenly an autumn wind blew by.

Dust and fallen leaves drifted down.

Shi Shu frowned slightly; it seemed the tea needed to be brewed again.

At this moment.

The old Taoist priest flicked his sleeve, picked up a palm-leaf fan, and waved it across the two cups of tea on the table, sending them drifting to the side...

Dust and leaves were all carried away by the strong wind and flew straight outside the door.

With another flick of the wrist, the two doors slammed shut.

Shi Shu stared wide-eyed at the tea in her cup.

It was completely untouched by any filth, and the surface of the water even had shallow eddies.

King Jing was stunned for a moment. What a powerful Taoist priest!

He picked up his teacup, raised it, and said with a smile, "Immortal, please!"

"Please." The old Taoist nodded slightly, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, he handed the teacup to Shi Shu, who was still in a daze. "Another cup, please."

Shi Shu snapped out of her daze and became even more respectful to the ragged old Taoist priest, quickly pouring him tea.

The old Taoist priest drank several cups in a row.

King Jing then took his son and descended the steps, casually remarking, "Immortal, what did you just say was a pity?"

He met the old Taoist priest through his niece.

After returning that time, I always felt that the old Taoist was unfathomable. His words were always full of hidden meanings, leaving only half of what he said, making him hard to understand, yet I couldn't help but want to explore them.

So I visited Qingyun Temple again.

They happened to meet an old Taoist priest playing chess, and the two were evenly matched.

That's how they became chess friends.

The white-bearded old Taoist stroked his beard, looking at him with a half-smile, "I saw a little girl who had an excellent destiny, but because of the sins she committed in her past life, she has ruined her wonderful destiny by aiding and abetting evil in this life. Don't you think it's a pity?"

"Hmm, what a pity!" King Jing glanced at the chessboard and replied absentmindedly, "So it turns out that a person's fate is not fixed..."

"Of course not."

King Jing felt the burning gaze from the other side.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw the sly glint in the old Taoist's eyes.

He stood up and personally poured a cup of tea for her. “Immortal, I have come here today because of my niece. The child has been making a fuss about going back to the capital lately. She is so picky about food that she refuses to eat or drink and has even fallen ill… You said you wanted her to become a nun. Is that true?”

The eldest sister entrusted the child to him, but unexpectedly the child fell ill, and she didn't know how to explain it to her when she got back.

"Do we really have to send her away? She's still so young." King Jing sighed and murmured a few more words.

Not only would he be reluctant, but the entire Cao family would not agree to it.

Her father and grandmother would definitely come to their door crying and making a scene.

The eldest sister disliked Consort Cao, and the two lived separately ever since their child was born, one in the Cao family's residence and the other in the princess's residence.

The older sister probably only saw him to see the children.

So even now, the Cao family only has Jia Yue as their sole heir, whom they cherish like the apple of their eye.

If Jiangzhou weren't so remote, their whole family would probably have followed them here.

King Jing asked, "Does the immortal have a way to make her eat and stop being a picky eater?"

The white-bearded old Taoist priest's brow twitched.

He chuckled and said, "Young friend, you call me an immortal, but I'm not really an immortal, and I can't control what little kids eat and drink..."

King Jing smiled awkwardly, realizing he had been grasping at straws in his desperation.

The old Taoist priest continued, "I can only say that the girl is unworthy of her position and cannot bear that blessing. She should leave that blessed place as soon as possible. That's all I have to say. Young friend, think it over for yourselves."

His gaze fell on the little girl's face. "Look at this little girl, she can cure your niece's illness. She... is truly blessed..."

The little child has golden light above his head; he must have done many good deeds in his past life, but did not have a good end, which is why he has come to this place.

Strangely, the little child and the boy in front of him had a very similar aura, as if they had a deep connection.

King Jing frowned and pondered.

Jia Yuede is unworthy of his position and cannot bear the blessings he has received...

What does this mean?

He wanted to ask, but the white-bearded old Taoist priest would definitely not tell him.

Then he heard the old Taoist priest ask him, "Young friend, what is this little girl to you?"

When Madam Lu went to the manor at the foot of the mountain to investigate, she left the little one with him to look after. The little guy fell asleep on his shoulder.

They are really easy to raise.

Jiang Miaomiao has a habit of taking a nap in the afternoon; if no one wakes her up, she can sleep all afternoon.

Outdoors, you can fall asleep lying on someone you know, or by giving them a patch of grass and a pillow.

Right now, he's taken up the old Taoist's recliner, covered by Prince Jing's cloak, sprawled out on his back, fast asleep, snoring softly.

His drool got all over his brocade robe.

Xi'er held the round fan and kept a close watch, not letting the little insects get any closer to her young master.

The fact that Miao Miao was blessed with great fortune did not surprise King Jing at all.

He looked at the little cub and lovingly stroked her face. "This is my neighbor's little girl. Did the immortal notice anything?"

The white-bearded old Taoist priest was somewhat surprised. "Just neighbors?"

He couldn't be wrong; this little girl had an excellent destiny, and her features bore a resemblance to the young man in front of him.

Born into an extraordinary family...

Moreover, she was surrounded by golden light, and even those around her could turn misfortune into good fortune.

She is a lucky person.

"Why does the immortal ask such a question?" King Jing sensed that the old Taoist's words had a hidden meaning.

The old Taoist priest started speaking in riddles again, only saying, "This child has a deep connection with you..."

King Jing smiled.

How could it not be deep? Without Miaomiao's family, he wouldn't even know where he is now.

On the way back, King Jing kept pondering the old Taoist's words.

"Shi Shu, what do you think the Taoist priest meant when he said that Miao Miao could cure Jia Yue's illness?"

"This old servant thinks it might be because we let them eat together. Everyone says that children eat better when they eat together." Last time, Xiao Miaomiao poured a bowl of soup on the princess's head and completely subdued her.

It's very effective.

King Jing pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then... shall we go back and give it a try?"

Cao Mansion.

Despite having recovered from her injuries, Granny Yan continued to serve Princess Jiayue.

She took out a bundle wrapped in oil paper from her bosom and handed it to Cao Jiayue, saying, "Princess, come on, eat quickly."

Cao Jiayue peeled back the oil paper, her face lighting up with delight. "Oh! Roast chicken! I love roast chicken!"

"I'm glad you like it. This was secretly bought from Yipinju by someone I asked." Granny Yan said while wiping her mistress's mouth.

She felt sorry for her mistress and didn't want her to stay in Jiangzhou.

She didn't want to stay any longer; she worried that if she stayed any longer, she might not be able to leave.

But as a servant, she had no right to say anything, so she could only let the young princess suffer.

……