I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times

Chapter 40: Confrontation with Evil

Prince Jing is the emperor’s younger brother, so the house he lives in is naturally the best in Kyoto.

 The palace is very large, with a neat and orderly layout. The garden is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with intertwined pavilions, pavilions, eaves and green tiles, and nine winding corridors. The entire palace is exquisite and luxurious without losing its majesty.

If the timing hadn't been wrong, Ling Chu would have really wanted to take a good look at the scenery here.

Prince Jing is the legitimate son of Prince Jing and Princess Jing. The courtyard where he lives is the best courtyard besides the main courtyard where the prince and princess live.

What is surprising is that under the blue sky and white sun, not only is the gate of Prince Jing’s courtyard tightly closed, but there are also two guards standing outside the gate.

Seeing King Jing and his party, the two guards quickly stepped forward to salute.

  King Jing nodded and ordered them to open the door.

 As the prince's courtyard, the layout inside is naturally not bad.

 Normally, as the crown prince, Prince Jing should have quite a few maids and women waiting in his yard.

What's strange is that it's so quiet inside the huge courtyard. Not even a single maid or servant can be seen on the road. This Prince Jing's courtyard feels weird everywhere.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they passed through a moon gate. Just after walking a dozen steps forward, a strange sound reached everyone's ears.

“Nanny, your skills at combing your hair are really unsatisfactory. This bun is really ugly. You’d better comb it for me again.

Also, which embroidery shop are these skirts made from? The embroidery work is not good at all. The stitching on this lake green dress is not neat.

 The embroidery on that imperial-colored gauze skirt was not only unrealistic, but the color scheme was also wrong.

Why is there a silver-red pleated skirt? That is the color my concubine wears. I am the Crown Princess, so I must wear true red.

  Are you looking down on me, the Crown Princess? Why are my appearance so ugly? You have people go to the silver building to pick out a few more pairs for me. They must be worthy of my status as the Crown Princess of Prince Jing’s Palace..."

Ling Chu frowned. If she remembered correctly, this voice should be Prince Jing?

 But this tone of voice, why does it sound like a girl?

As soon as this suspicion arose, Ling Chu was startled again. Isn't Prince Jing's crown prince not married yet? Where did the crown prince's concubine come from?

Is it possible that she remembered it wrong?

Ling Chu couldn't help but look at Master Ning, but saw that the other person had no expression on his face, only the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Prince Jing’s thin lips were pursed tightly, his face was blue and black, and he kept walking forward, while Princess Jing frowned and followed hurriedly.

In the flower hall, a girl with a flying cloud bun, an exquisite hairstyle, and a golden floor-length gauze skirt was looking at the skirts and skirts all over the table with a dissatisfied expression, and kept criticizing the skirts and skirts.

Looking at her back, this girl is tall, but her voice makes people feel weird.

When King Jing saw the people inside, he shouted angrily with a dark face, "Jing'er..."

Hearing King Jing's voice, Ling Chu was stunned.

In the flower hall, the girl heard the noise and turned towards the door.

Ling Chu saw the girl's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

She finally understood why Prince Jing’s courtyard was closed in broad daylight and guarded by two guards, and not even a single servant could be seen in the courtyard.

 I also know why Prince Jing called his son to a girl.

 Because—the tall girl with her hair in a bun, a headband, and a floor-length gauze skirt turned out to be Prince Jing!

 Seeing his makeup and outfit, Ling Chu only felt it was eye-catching. The Taoist Priest in Qingyi looked stunned, and his mouth was wide enough to hold a large bowl of rice.

However, that’s not all.

When Prince Jing saw Prince Jing and his concubine, he gave them a blessing and said surprisingly, "Prince father and concubine, why are you here? My husband doesn't know where he went, leaving me alone." The house is really boring..."

Princess Jing looked at her son with a headache, and waved to Chang An, the young man behind her, "Why don't you take the prince down quickly to change his clothes. Nanny, go get a basin of water so that the prince can clean his face."

Prince Jing stamped his feet with an unhappy look on his face, "I don't want it, concubine, my clothes and makeup are my husband's favorite, I don't want to change..."

Lingchu looked at Prince Jing speechlessly. She felt that her hands were so itchy that she almost couldn't help but find a pair of smelly socks that hadn't been washed in ten years and plug his mouth.

Taoist Priest Qingyang on the side is well-informed. After being surprised, he has now come to his senses.

Seeing Prince Jing and his wife holding back their anger and looking at Prince Jing helplessly, he said quickly, "Prince and concubine, don't worry, the prince just got some dirty things, and the prince will recover after Pindao does some rituals. "

Prince Jing and his wife had long suspected that their son was possessed by evil spirits. Taoist Master Qingyang said this just because he didn’t want to make their faces look bad. After all, if this kind of thing spreads, Prince Jing's Mansion will definitely be criticized.

When the couple saw that he was so eye-catching, they were naturally satisfied with him. "Then I'd like to trouble the Taoist priest. What do we need to prepare for the ceremony?"

"I've brought all my things, so there's no need to bother me anymore, but I would like to ask you, the prince and princess, to step back." Taoist Master Qingyang turned to the nanny and the boy and said, "You can also step back."

Lingchu frowned when he heard the Taoist priest's words, but seeing that Prince Jing and his wife trusted him, he didn't say anything and silently walked to the door.

Prince Jing frowned, "You, what are you going to do..."

　　"Bold monster, this is not the place for you to stay, please leave quickly."

Prince Jing's Crown Prince said timidly and helplessly, "What a monster, I am the Crown Princess of Prince Jing's Mansion, what are you talking about?"

"Since you won't leave, don't blame the poor Taoist for taking action." Taoist Master Qingyang held the talisman in his left hand and the peach wood sword in his right hand. He chanted the incantation, stepped on the Tiangang steps, and walked towards Prince Jing with a serious face.

With three steps away, Taoist Master Qingyang flicked his hand, and the paper talisman ignited without fire, and flew towards Prince Jing. At the same time, he stabbed forward with the peach wood sword in his hand, "You monster, please hurry up and capture him without restraint."

Ning Chuyi stood next to Ling Chu, looking away from Taoist Qingyang and falling on Ling Chu.

Ling Chu knew that he was asking what the Taoist priest was like.

Lingchu glanced at him and said nothing.

 This was the first time she had met Taoist Priest Qingyang, and she didn't know much about his abilities, so she couldn't make any comments.

However, Ling Chu's eyes glanced over the talisman paper and the peach wood sword in Taoist Priest Qingyang's hand. They were okay, the Tiangang Step was also correct, and it looked like he had learned the stance carefully.

Since this Taoist priest has real abilities, it is just right for him to consume the energy of the ghost. If he cannot deal with it, it will not be too late for her to take action.

“Where did you come from, Priest Pheasant, you blinded your dog’s eyes, what nonsense are you talking about, I am the crown prince concubine of Prince Jing, and I am not a monster.”

Facing the attack from Taoist Priest Qingyang, Prince Jing did not panic, dodging while cursing angrily.

Ling Chu saw that Yin Hun was so at ease. It seemed that it was really not that simple.

 (End of this chapter)