Prince Kang returned to Prince Kang's mansion with a smell of alcohol.

The princess came forward and personally served him cleanse his face and washed his clothes. He complained: "You have been having too many social engagements these days. When you come back so late every day, you still smell of wine."

Prince Kang rinsed his mouth and responded casually: "I haven't returned to Beijing for three years, and I have to beat and beat all aspects."

Then he asked: "How is the mother's mother?"

The princess looked sad: "What else can you do? You want to see my uncle every day, and scold me when you see me. Scream it. Can I still argue with my elders as a daughter-in-law? But today I have started to do it, but fortunately Bizhi stood in front of me and slapped her face, and her face was swollen."

Prince Kang frowned: "Who made the hand?"

The princess said, "It's the Madam Wang next to her mother."

"I see."

The princess complained successfully, and he was secretly happy and asked, "Husband, what should I do next? The mother is so angry, I am worried that she will be angry."

Prince Kang casually said: "You ask someone to come to her every day to talk about the eighth brother's affairs, such as what he did when his injury improved, and he picked up good words. In addition, find some interesting and fun things to share her heart."

The princess understood: "If you want to make your mother feel that your uncle is going to recuperate. When he gets healed, you will naturally meet."

Prince Kang nodded.

As for whether we can really meet, it’s not just his words?

The princess got the idea and ordered someone to send sobering soup in.

The pretty maid who was dressed up was kneeling in front of Prince Kang. Her raised cheeks had swelled, but they still had a faint red mark, and I felt pity for her.

Prince Kang glanced at him and asked, "Bizhi?"

The maid Bizhi was shy and timid: "Yes, the prince."

Prince Kang said "yes".

The princess understood and said, "Husband, I am not feeling well today, so let Bizhi serve you?"

...

As the time goes by June, the weather becomes hotter and hotter.

Ling Yang Zhenren was impatient and listened to his disciple's report: "The eldest princess can't live without her. She went there once every two or three days ago, but now she goes there almost every day, and it takes most of the day. Master, Lanze Mountain House hasn't called you to preach for half a month, right?"

"Is that right?" Ling Yang Zhenren frowned, his voice rising unconsciously, "The eldest princess is tired of me and thinks she is better than me, so she only summons her to preach, and no longer calls me?"

Her anger scared the disciple and replied, "No, no."

"What is that?" Ling Yang was aggressive, "Don't always say a word, as if others don't know your little thoughts!"

This was a bit heavy, and several disciples quickly knelt down: "Master, calm down!"

True Man Ling Yang shook the fan a few times, and felt that he was too angry, so he calmed down: "Get up! I am not angry with you, but..."

The disciple in the lead had a sudden inspiration and continued the second half of the sentence: "You are angry with Senior Sister Chi, are you?"

"..." Ling Yang is really popular without any chance!

He is a ghost! Are you angry with her? Is it worth it? It seems that the little bitch is so capable.

Why did she accept so many stupid apprentices? She can’t even set up steps!

The real person Lingyang missed Hua Yu more and more. Although that girl liked to act on her own, she was much stronger in her eyes.

Thinking of Hua Yu, her anger couldn't help but rise.

If it weren't for the little bitch setting up a plan, would she have killed Hua Yu?

"What is it?" Ling Yang said coldly, "How could I be angry with her? You are not doing well! The incense has become so cold recently, and I have never seen you."

The disciple was very aggrieved.

They are not worried about it! They didn’t take care of it carefully one day. Moreover, the incense has not been bad recently. There are even more people coming to burn incense. Every day, there are crowds of people coming from other places.

Of course, they came to Chaofang Palace to ask for the flower god sign. But when they came, they would also go to other halls to burn incense, and the incense and oil cost was getting more...

However, Si Fang Palace can do it.

The nobles who always came to see Master preaching have not come often recently, but instead went to Sifang Palace.

That Qingyu was so down-and-out before! She couldn't even eat enough to eat, so she lowered her head when she saw them. Now she held her head up and chatted with noble people every day, pretending to be like a paradise...

"Master, they are really good at making trouble." The disciples in the lead complained, "I heard that the flower god sign was drawn by a student from Tianshui Academy. After only a few days, Lu Zhuangyuan fell in love with him and left him to study. In less than a month, the monthly exam went from B to A. Lu Zhuangyuan taught him, and he passed the exam in August and the autumn exam was almost certain. Those students were crazy and came to ask for a sign every day, and their reputation spread to other places."

"Yes!" Another disciple gave a speech, "So far, three cards were released, the first branch was to seek children, the second branch was to obtain wealth, and the third branch was to seek fame and fortune. People in the world prayed to gods and Buddhas, just for these things, they now say that the Flower God Empress in Sifang Palace is the real Flower God descending to earth, how can we compare this!"

Speaking of this, the disciples lowered their heads: "Not to mention those people outside, even the disciples in the temple think that the Flower Goddess in Sifang Palace is real, and they always go there to worship..."

Seeing Ling Yang's ugly face, the disciple quickly added: "Of course it's not us! We are the disciples of other real people, so we don't care much..."

The fan on the hand of Ling Yang Zhenren shook faster and faster, and his face looked extremely ugly.

This dead girl, if she is not careful, Chaofang Palace will become her Chaofang Palace!

The incense was all rushed to her, and the disciples were also retracted, and even the eldest princess only summoned her to preach.

Where did you place yourself as an abbot?

The worst thing is that the palace has not summoned her for a long time.

Since she broke the matter last time and stopped the incense balls from the eldest princess, the palace has been dissatisfied with her.

She knew that if she wanted to win back the favor of the nobles, she had to think of another way to let the palace see the results.

But the people around the eldest princess were very alert. She now rarely stepped into the Lanze Mountain Room and couldn't get into the hand. What could she do?

No, no, if this continues, her abbot will be undermined.

The road to the eldest princess is not working, and she is tired of the palace again. Whose way should she take?

True Man Ling Yang counted it in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"King Prince's Mansion! The eighth prince has just gone. Have you ever said you want to do a ritual?"

Several disciples looked at each other and shook their heads.

One of them said: "I heard that Princess Kang was so sad that she fell ill. Even the merchants who sold rare things could not enter the door."

"I'm so sick!"

When Ling Yang found out that he had missed his words, he immediately corrected: "I mean, I must find a way to get Princess Kang up. Come on, get ready, let's go to Princess Kang's mansion to pay tribute."
Chapter completed!