"What's going on? Doctor, can Nanny Zeng be saved? Can he still wake up? "
In Marquis Wu Wen's main residence, Madam Zhao was still hugging that snow-white kitten in her arms. Two maids stood beside her, but she wasn't resting leisurely like before. Instead, she stood up and asked a doctor who was taking Nanny Zeng's pulse.
Nanny Zeng sat on a stool, supported by two servant girls. Her eyes stared ahead like a dead fish.
The doctor who took her pulse was an old man in his sixties. He had a long beard and a medicine box was placed beside him. His body exuded a refreshing smell.
This was the doctor in charge of the most famous "Huichun Hall" in Jade Capital City.
"Madam, forgive me for being blunt." The old man stood up. "Nanny Zeng didn't have a stroke, but her soul has left her body. Right now, her body is just an empty shell, and her mind is empty. In a few days, her vitality will be completely cut off, and her blood will scatter and she will die. Such symptoms are caused by excessive panic, and even the gods will not be able to save her. Forgive me for being powerless."
As he spoke, he picked up the medicine box and was about to get up.
"Even immortals can't save him?" Madam Zhao stroked the white cat and waved her hand, "Xiaotong, bring the doctor to the accountant's office to get two taels of consultation fee. Xiao Hui, help Nanny Zeng settle down and carry her to the manor outside the city. You have to carry her out before she breathes her last. Otherwise, it would be too inauspicious if Consort Yuan comes over in a few days. Also, give her a thousand taels of silver to prepare for her funeral. She will hold a ceremony every forty-nine days in the Water and Land Training Hall.
Outside the city, there were several manors belonging to Marquis Wu Wen. Now that Nanny Zeng could not be saved, it was only natural to carry them out to prepare for her funeral.
The servant girls at the side all secretly nodded their heads, feeling that Lady Zhao had handled things appropriately. Nanny Zeng naturally could not die in the manor, so she was given a thousand taels of silver in the manor to build a training hall on land and water. It would also be a grand funeral, fulfilling the relationship between master and servant.
"Go and ask Steward Wu. Marquis didn't come back yesterday. Did he have something important to deal with?" Madam Zhao summoned another servant girl.
The maidservant agreed and then went out. After the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, she came back and said, "Steward Wu said that Master received the Empress Dowager's order yesterday to enter the palace to pay a visit to Her Highness Consort Yuan. Then, he went to the Cabinet Hall with a group of ministers to discuss the use of troops against Yun Meng. It is possible that Her Highness Consort Yuan can only come back once when she visits her relatives."
"Hmm? It's been twenty years, is Yun Meng going to cause trouble again? "Madam Zhao closed her eyes again.
After arranging everything, Madam Zhao waved her hand, "All of you, leave me alone."
The maidservants tactfully retreated.
In the quiet hall, only Madam Zhao was left sitting alone. Her face was gloomy. "She is indeed a troublemaker. She is exactly the same as that bitch."
Wow!
A shrill scream came from the white cat's mouth. The little white cat jumped violently and jumped out of Madam Zhao's arms. It cowered in a corner and looked at its master with a terrified gaze.
There was a pile of snow-white cat fur in Madam Zhao's hand.
It was pulled off by force just now.
Outside Yujing City.
Yujing Temple.
Yujing Temple could be said to be the largest Taoist temple in Da Qian. It was located at the foot of Mount Jade Dragon, more than ten miles away from Yujing City. At a glance, there were pavilions, terraces, and halls everywhere. There were red walls and halls.
This Mount Jade Dragon was shaped like a jade dragon, encircling half of Yujing City. The scenery was picturesque, and it was a first-class place with good Feng Shui.
After the Spring Festival, the first month of the lunar calendar was far away. The weather gradually became warmer. Yujing Temple was also filled with tourists and worshippers.
At this moment, among the tourists, there was an unusual middle-aged man. He was dressed in embroidered clothes, and his temples were white. He had the aura of a scholar, but his skin was glossy, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky. It showed that he was extraordinary.
This man was the pillar of the Da Qian Dynasty, a cabinet minister, and the Crown Prince's Taibao, Marquis Wu Wen, Hong Xuanji. However, he should be in the cabinet in the palace, handling state affairs.
Hong Xuanji walked slowly. He seemed to be walking casually, but his steps were natural. He arrived at the Great Pill Hall on the mountain, where there were few tourists.
The Great Pill Hall was the place where the Taoist priests of Yujing Temple cultivated and refined pills. Tourists were not allowed to come up.
However, at this moment, on the mountain path to the hall, there were already two little Taoist children wearing black silk robes and holding horsetail whisks.
"Hmph." Hong Xuanji snorted coldly. He ignored the two little Taoist children and walked straight up.
Along the way, he smelled a lot of medicinal smells, which were mixed with the smell of sulfur, saltpeter, and other gunpowder. Yujing Temple was the foundation of Fang Xiandao. Fang Xiandao's Taoist priests, other than cultivating, were refining pills and gold. However, unlike the Righteous Sect, which was particular about discipline, the Taishang Sect, which was particular about forgetting about emotions and forgetting about oneself.
In the Da Qian Dynasty, there were three Taoist sects that were conferred titles by the emperor. Fang Xiandao was favored by the nobles because of his alchemy skills. The Righteous Sect, on the other hand, was supported by the imperial court because of discipline. The Taishang Sect, on the other hand, was mysterious. They lived in seclusion in the mountains and cultivated the Taishang Sect of Forgetting Emotions. However, there were also people who came out to cultivate, but they were few and far between. However, they were still conferred titles by the imperial court.
When Hong Xuanji walked into the main courtyard of the Great Pill Hall, he saw a Taoist priest with a pale golden-purple complexion and no beard. He was sitting under a huge cedar tree in the courtyard with his eyes closed.
In the main hall, there was a huge statue of the Dao Ancestor. It was wearing a starry robe and holding a jade scepter in its hand. There was green gas on top of its head. As the green gas rose, it evolved into the sun, moon, and lightning.
It was unknown what it was carved from, but this huge statue of the Dao Ancestor was vivid and lifelike, as if it was coming to life.
Looking at this statue of the Dao Ancestor, one would have a vivid feeling of the creation of heaven and earth and the evolution of all living things.
That's right, it was a "vivid" feeling. After looking at it, it would be engraved in one's heart. It would be unforgettable and lifelike.
"Xiao Anran, what kind of disparity are you making?"
When Hong Xuanji saw the Taoist priest sitting under the cedar tree, he recognized that this person was Fang Xiandao's leader, Xiao Anran.
"Brother Xuanji, I invited you here today because I heard that Lady Consort Yuan has recognized you as her benefactor?" Xiao Anran ignored Hong Xuanji's cold shout and said with a smile.
"You're quite well-informed," Hong Xuanji said coldly.
"Of course, I, Fang Xiandao, have been in and out of the palace to concoct pills and medicines for the royal family, so I'm aware of this." Xiao Anran looked at Hong Xuanji.
"How dare you!" Hong Xuanji shouted, "Since the beginning of time, the decline of the imperial court has always been caused by you monks and Daoists, bewitching the monarchs. That's why the world has declined. One day, I will report this to His Majesty and have you Daoists expelled from the imperial court."
"Hmph, Brother Xuanji, you're a Confucian scholar. If you want to expel the Dao Sect, you don't have to be so ruthless to me. I heard that Brother Shenji of the Supreme Path has refined his body and formed it after three dismemberments. Now that he's going to reappear, he'll naturally settle the score with you for how you treated his sister back then. When that time comes, let's see how you're going to endure his wrath! "
Xiao Anran replied with a cold smile.
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