Mrs. Ji was so anxious that she immediately sent someone to the palace to bring Qiao Wei back.
The young man was in a hurry, Qiao Wei still had a big deal, and only after entering the mansion did he find out that Xun Lan was ill.
If she had known that it was her little stepmother who was sick, she should have chosen an old man from the treasure house of the palace.
Mrs. Ji also knew that Qiao Wei didn't want to see Xun Lan, so she sighed a little embarrassedly: "It's hard for you, after all, she is pregnant with your father's flesh and blood, you can show me."
Qiao Wei stepped forward.
Zhou's mother consciously stepped aside, and seeing that the bed was empty, she hurriedly moved a stool to put it away.
Qiao Wei didn't bother to sit down, so she stretched out her fingertips to feel Xun Lan's pulse.
"How's Madam, Young Madam?" Mother Zhou asked anxiously.
Qiao Wei's fingertips rested on Xun Lan's pulse, but her eyes fell on Zhou's mother. The old lady was in a hurry, either Xun Lan was really sick, or her acting skills were so proficient that she couldn't see it at all. Traces of pretending to come out.
After taking her pulse, Qiao Wei put Xun Lan's hand back on the quilt, opened her eyelids again, and looked at her pupils: "When did you start feeling uncomfortable?"
"This morning." Mother Zhou said.
"What symptoms?" Qiao Wei asked indifferently.
Mother Zhou thought for a while, and said, "At first it was stomach discomfort, and I went to the toilet a few times, and then I started to have a headache. Doctor Zeng just came and prescribed a pair of anti-fetal drugs, and it's like this after taking it."
Qiao Wei asked: "Dr. Zeng told me what's wrong with her?"
Zhou's mother recalled: "It's not a big problem, maybe it's heatstroke."
Qiao Wei said: "Her pulse doesn't look like heatstroke."
"What's that?" Mother Zhou asked puzzledly.
Qiao Wei said lightly: "It's nothing, there is nothing wrong with the pulse condition."
Mother Zhou patted her head: "Oh, that's what Dr. Zeng said too! But... But if there is no problem, how can Madam be so sleepy?"
Qiao Wei glanced at Zhou's mother with a faint smile: "Yes, it's so strange that there is no problem, but you still can't wake up. Grandma, I can't cure my wife's illness. Please ask someone else to be wise."
It's easy to say, but where in the whole capital can you find a doctor with better medical skills than Qiao Wei
"Has your father come back?" Mrs. Ji asked hesitantly.
Qiao Wei smiled: "Not yet."
"Then... that underling of meditation, what's his name..." Mrs. Ji couldn't remember the other party's name for a while.
Qiao Wei said: "Ji Wushuang."
Mrs. Ji's eyes lit up: "That's right, that's him! Is he in the capital?"
Qiao Wei said, "He's not there either."
It is true that he is not there. During these days, Qin Bingyu was tortured to extract a confession, and Ji Wushuang was almost inseparable.
Madam Ji sighed in distress.
Qiao Wei still had a pair of children to take care of, so she didn't have time to spend in the Ewha Garden, so she talked to Mrs. Ji before returning to Qinglianju.
To be honest, Mrs. Ji really doesn't want to care about Xun Lan's life and death, but she is pregnant with the flesh and blood of the Ji family, and she is so big that she has hands, feet, nose and eyes when she falls down. Thinking about it this way, Mrs. Ji is weird Can't bear it.
Not long after, Brother Liu came to see Xun Lan.
Mrs. Ji was planning to have someone stop him, but who knew that he was running faster than anyone else, and ran into the house without paying attention, looking at the unconscious mother on the bed, she was stunned.
Rong's mother hurriedly carried Brother Liu out.
Mrs. Ji squeezed her painful brows, and told Dongmei, "Go find some more doctors."
"Eh!"
Dongmei agreed, and went out to find some doctors in the pharmacy, but none of them could diagnose Xun Lan's illness.
"Is it... Did you bump into something unclean at night?" Mother Rong asked in a low voice.
Mrs. Ji is superstitious, and upon hearing this, she feels that it is not unreasonable, or else? Well, a living person fell ill, so many doctors can't diagnose it, unless the lesion is not in the body, she looked at Zhou's mother, and said solemnly: "Let me ask you, has she ever gone out at night?" ?”
Mother Zhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Go, the room was too stuffy last night, Madam couldn't sleep, so I went to the lake to cool off."
Rong's mother sighed: "Pregnant women are very cloudy. If they go out in the middle of the night, they are most likely to provoke dirty things."
When Mrs. Ji was still a girl in her natal family, she often heard the old man say that a pregnant woman is the most likely to attract evil spirits, and it is not suitable to walk at night, not to mention that there are many water ghosts by the lake. If the Xun family has really been there, it is not difficult to explain the current situation The situation is gone.
In such a situation, it is useless to seek a doctor, one must seek out an eminent monk, and catch the ghost haunting her.
In the afternoon, Mrs. Ji asked Mother Rong and Dongmei to go to the temple together, and explained Xun Lan's situation to the eminent monk in the temple. It's auspicious.
The ceremony was scheduled two days later, because the eminent monk said that day was the day with the most yang energy in this month.
"A legal matter?"
Qiao Wei frowned strangely while wiping Wang Shu's wet hair.
Wang Shu pouted: "Mother, you rubbed my eyes!"
Qiao Wei hurriedly picked up the cotton cloth and continued to wipe her soft wet hair.
Bi'er wiped Jing Yun's hair, and said, "I'm also what Yan'er said just now. The Xun family ran into a ghost while walking at night, and they need to do something to drive the ghost away."
"Mother, what is ghost exorcism?" Wang Shu asked curiously.
"Exorcism is..." Qiao Wei was at a loss for words.
Jing Yun said seriously: "Ghosts are terrible monsters, exorcising ghosts means driving monsters away."
"Oh." Wang Shu still didn't understand.
Qiao Wei was amused by her daughter's dazed look, and kissed her pink and tender face.
Jing Yun glanced at his sister enviously and jealously, spread his hands in a very scheming and shameful manner, and asked with a cute face: "What is the ritual?"
Qiao Wei went to change the cotton cloth.
Jing Yun: "..."
…
The three little guys have been playing for so long, and it's time to go back to the academy for class. Qiao Wei first took the completion papers of Suxinzong to the dean's study to report. She is now the suzerain, and it is not easy to get a certificate of completion. up.
The dean didn't know about this, and pretended that the three little guys really finished their half-year course in one and a half months, and happily let the three of them come back to class.
The three returned with honor, and they sat firmly in the first row in the center. As for the two Suxinzong disciples, they were also called back by Qiao Wei with fabricated documents. It's Jingyun's world.
On this day, Qiao Wei woke up early and sent the three children to the academy.
She had just left on the front foot, and on the back foot, the eminent monk who practiced rituals arrived at Ji's house.
A total of twelve people came to Ji's house to perform rituals this time. One eminent monk named Huiren, and the other eleven were his disciples. So many people came to a small ritual. In fact, it was a bit of a big deal. People like to pay attention to style, the more style, the more sincerity.
Mrs. Ji didn't mind how many people came, the more the better, and she wasn't afraid to spend money, not to mention that Xun Lan had been in a coma for two days and two nights, and Mrs. Ji was worried that if this continued, the flesh and blood in Xun Lan's belly would be lost: "Master, is she still saved?"
Master Huiren clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, before I arrived at Ji's house, I saw Ji's house shrouded in a layer of black air from a distance. This is caused by a powerful ghost!"
Mrs. Ji's heart skipped a beat: "Big, big ghost? Can it be driven away?"
Master Huiren said: "It's not superficial, let me give it a try."
Mrs. Ji didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately ordered someone to tidy up the front yard of Lihuayuan, and asked Master Huiren to set up a small altar. Master Huiren offered an incense burner, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha." Then he turned and faced Mrs. Ji said, "This ghost is really fierce, I may accidentally hurt everyone when we catch it later, please stay in the yard and don't come out."
Mrs. Ji asked worriedly: "Is it okay to stay in the yard? It won't run in?"
Master Huiren said: "I will arrange my disciples to stand guard at the door, chant scriptures and meditate, and use the Buddha's light to block its evil spirit, so that they cannot enter for a short time. Before I finish the ritual, you must not come out without authorization, otherwise the ghost will come to you. I have the magic power to expel it once, but I may not have the magic power to expel it twice."
Mrs. Ji hurriedly asked Mama Rong to pass on the news. Mrs. Li and Ji Sheng came to the old lady's yard, while Ji Shuang stayed in Beifu. Tongyuan.
The leader slipped into Fu Xueyan's yard.
Fu Xueyan said calmly: "Go back to your own yard."
The leader said righteously: "There is not enough manpower, don't waste the yard!"
The rest of the servants were gathered in several courtyards, otherwise they would be too scattered and the disciples would not be able to guard them.
About two quarters of an hour later, all the preparations were completed, Master Huiren and eleven young monks lit incense in their own places, and a strong fragrance soon filled the house.
Mrs. Ji also smelled the fragrance, stood up and looked outside the door: "Have you started to practice?"
Li Shi said: "Listen, you have already started to recite scriptures."
Mrs. Ji listened intently, it really is!
Mrs. Li walked to her side, held her arm and said: "Mother, don't worry, the masters are here, and they will definitely be able to drive away the ghosts."
Mrs. Ji sighed deeply: "It's not the first child, I told her when she was pregnant with brother Liu, don't walk at night, especially don't walk at night by the river, why would she give me a hand?" Forgot?"
Mrs. Li thinks more than Mrs. Ji, the small lake is close to Tongyuan, Mrs. Xun probably wants to take the opportunity of a walk to have a chance encounter with her eldest brother, right? It's a pity that the eldest brother didn't meet, but was entangled by Li Gui.
deserve it!
Mrs. Ji clutched her chest: "I'm always a little uneasy in my heart."
Mrs. Li said politely: "You don't worry too much, the eminent monk has great magic power, Mrs. Xun will surely make the mother and child safe."
Mrs. Ji sat down: "I hope!"
The aroma soon drifted to Xiaoyuxuan, and the leader lay down on the table and sniffed: "What's the smell?"
Xiuqin embroidered a purse and said, "It's sandalwood."
The leader frowned strangely: "Is sandalwood so fragrant?"
Xiuqin said, "Yes!"
"Is it sandalwood?" The leader asked Fu Xueyan.
Fu Xueyan looked at the book quietly without speaking.
The Hierarch's hand buried under the table moved mischievously, trying to touch her hand, Fu Xueyan shot a cold gaze, the Hierarch was so frightened that her hairs exploded, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
Xiuqin embroidered her purse for a while, then yawned.
Fu Xueyan also covered her face and yawned.
The leader rested his chin and looked at her: "Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to sleep for a while? I'll call you when the ceremony is over."
Fu Xueyan rubbed her temples: "No need."
The leader looked at her for a moment and said: "You wear a veil in the room, don't you feel panicked? Don't wear it, it's not like I haven't seen what you look like."
Fu Xueyan gave him a cold look.
The leader tilted his head and smiled.
He has a more delicate face than a woman's. Even with a mask on, those charming eyes are still completely bewitching.
Fu Xueyan's eyelashes trembled, and she looked away.
The leader said: "The hag..."
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise behind him. He was startled, and turned his head away, only to see Xiuqin lying on the ground, motionless, snoring, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Sleep like this?" He frowned strangely, and when he turned his head to look at Fu Xueyan, he saw that she was also drowsy, "What's wrong with you? Are you sleepy?"
Fu Xueyan's body shook, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold her, and she fell into his arms.
The soft body filled his embrace all at once, and the fragrant breath rushed into the tip of his nose, which made him a little dizzy from the smell. His heart seemed to be trapped in a springbok, jumping thumpingly, his face It was also hot, my breathing was messed up, my body was stiff, my arms were in the air, and I didn't know whether to put them down or draw them together.
The leader desperately suppressed the corners of his raised lips: "You, you... what are you doing? You flirt with others. Let me tell you, I'm not a casual person. Don't think... I'm just pretending to sleep or something. ...you've been fooled."
Fu Xueyan did not respond.
The leader's eyeballs rolled around, did he really fall asleep
"Hey, dominatrix."
"Hares."
"Hares!"
"I touched your breast."
Still no response.
The leader's throat slipped, gently held her soft waist, let her lean on his arms, stared at her for two seconds, lifted her veil, and kissed her quickly on the cheek! Then cover your head!
After waiting for a long time, before she came to beat him, he laughed twice, and then covered her soft red lips, but before touching her lips, he was interrupted by an uninvited guest who suddenly broke into the house up.
The leader put the veil on her almost instinctively, and then looked at the people in the room with displeasure, seeing that the other party was a few young monks, the displeasure became more obvious: "Who let you in? "
The two monks looked at each other.
The leader said angrily, "Go out."
The two did not move.
The leader looked over coldly: "Let you go out, do you hear me?!"
The eyes of the two moved, and the monk on the left cupped his hands and said, "My lord, we are doing something, and we sensed the dark air in this room, so please avoid it first."
Seeing the way he cupped his hands, the leader felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart: "Why do you monks salute like a quack?"
The monk on the left blinked.
The monk on the right stood in front of him and said Amitabha: "Benefactor, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Please leave quickly. I will come in after I have done the ritual."
The leader looked the two of them up and down. Although he felt strange, he stood up holding Fu Xueyan and walked towards the door. When he passed by two monks, he was blocked by them.
The monk on the right saluted and said, "Benefactor, please put this female benefactor down."
"Why?" the leader asked.
The monk on the right said: "Because... the cloud of black energy seems to be haunting her, we have to do something for her to prevent her from being hurt by the ghost."
The leader snorted: "You first said that there was black air in the room, and now you said that there was black air on her body. Will you still say that there is black air on my head later?"
The two monks exchanged a look.
The monk on the left quietly took out the dagger hidden in the wide sleeve. The leader noticed his strangeness sharply, and his eyebrows twitched. What kind of monk is this? He's clearly a quack assassin, right? Which monk still has a knife
His eyeballs moved, and suddenly he looked at the door and said, "Oh, Master, you are here!"
The two monks looked back at the same time, the master lord hugged Fu Xueyan, turned around, and slipped out from the side door!
"Grab him!" The monk on the right yelled, and chased after him with his companions!
The leader ran wildly all the way with Fu Xueyan in his arms, using all his breastfeeding strength: "Master Huo! Help—"