Qin Liuxi didn't intend to amuse himself. After Xiao Haner took the decoction, he continued on the road. However, after his own carriage, there were three more carriages, one of which was very spacious and luxurious, with a sense of arrogance and arrogance in every aspect. Character.
She looked at the eight majestic guards escorting them on horseback, and lightly tsked. She didn't know this, so she thought she was going somewhere to have fun.
The group of people walked and walked, and as they got closer and closer to the capital, the weather became colder and colder. Zuo Zongjun noticed with his naked eyes that his little girl's face gradually looked better, and he couldn't help but feel happy and lucky.
"It's better that you have the right idea and follow the temple master. Han'er's illness is getting better day by day. And the temple master Xuan Yi Shao holds her in his arms and reads scriptures to her every day. I feel comfortable listening to it. Zuo Zongjun said to Lin Qingtang happily.
Lin Qingtang looked at her daughter lovingly and said, "Both you and I have learned a lot about her abilities. We went south just to find her to treat Han'er. Since we met her on the way, we must follow her."
She knows the posture of holding the thigh very well.
Zuo Zongjun grinned, held her hand again, and said, "Tang'er, I can't help you mother and daughter. It's all my fault that made you two suffer."
Lin Qingtang felt sour in his heart and said, "I can't blame you. I can only say that it was an unreasonable disaster that only hurt my son."
"Fortunately, she has her own blessings." Zuo Zongjun gently squeezed his daughter's hand and said, "The people sent over from Qingping Temple will donate sesame oil. When we go to the temple later, we will also use Han'er's In the name of doing some charity to those refugee beggars.”
"Yeah." Lin Qingtang said: "We don't have to do it only when we return to Beijing. We can do good deeds whenever we meet on our way back to Beijing."
Zuo Zongjun said yes with a smile, and then asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that if you are fooled by this kid who spends money, you will have to buy less new clothes and jewelry every season?"
Lin Qingtang glanced at him angrily: "Am I still lacking these things? The most important thing is Han'er. The more blessings, the better."
She said, lowered her head and kissed her daughter's forehead.
Zuo Zongjun had a serious look on his face: "Don't worry, she won't let her suffer this in vain. As a father, I will definitely help her avenge this."
“Don’t mess around.”
"I know, I won't mess around. After all, I have you two to protect me. I will definitely not do anything with eggs hitting rocks. I will look for opportunities. I don't believe that the poisonous woman is surrounded by seamless eggs. Looking for There's not even a crack." Zuo Zongjun's voice was cold and stern.
The so-called embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest. Now that a small tree cannot shake a big tree, he will dig an ant nest and one day empty out the embankment.
Although he could only endure it for now, Zuo Zongjun wrote a letter of complaint and had his father-in-law sent back quickly to inform him of the incident.
The two juniors, and Bai Ding, although they are born into noble families, they will inevitably suffer when facing high-ranking dignitaries. If they can't do it themselves, then of course they have to inform the parents. Children who cry can eat sweets.
If you kill her, you won't be able to die for a while, and you will have to cause trouble for her!
So, just as a group of people were leisurely heading to the capital, Lin Xiang received a letter of complaint from his son-in-law.
He knew that his daughter and the others took their granddaughter south to seek treatment from Qin Liuxi. Now that he received the letter, he was a little surprised. Could it be that he still couldn't find anyone?
I heard that the old temple owner of Qingping Temple passed away and she has been missing for three years. Even her family members don’t know where she is.
Prime Minister Lin did not think that Qin Liuxi had an accident. He only thought that she was in seclusion. After all, this was the easiest thing for a Taoist to do.
As soon as he opened the letter, Prime Minister Lin's face became cold and he slapped the table hard: "That's unreasonable! Someone is here."
Prime Minister Lin said calmly: "Go and ask Mr. Zuo to come over. Tell him that I got an orphan Duan Inkstone and ask him to come and appreciate it." "Yes."
Mr. Zuo was a little surprised when he accepted the message. As an in-law, he had a lot of good things, but for such an orphan, shouldn't he hide it for fear that he would shamelessly ask for it?
It's an orphan, so you have to appreciate it. If you can't get it, just feel a little jealous.
But when he arrived at Prime Minister Lin's study, the other party asked him not about Gupian first, but how he was doing recently. Did he have angina or something like that?
Master Zuo: “?”
"That's all, be prepared." Lin Xiang asked his servant to prepare a heart-saving pill, just in case.
Mr. Zuo's hair stood on end at his in-laws' attitude, and his heart trembled. What's the matter? Could it be that something happened to his precious granddaughter?
Ouch, his heart.
"What happened? Just tell me if you have something to say, and don't argue with those who don't." Mr. Zuo calmly held the tea, pretending to be steady.
Prime Minister Lin looked at him and pinched his knuckles clearly, and said, "Jun'er and the others have received a letter."
Mr. Zuo's heartbeat began to speed up. Is it really as he expected?
Yes, as early as the Qin family returned to the capital, he learned that Qin Liuxi had not been out for three years. No one knew where she was, so his granddaughter never recovered from the disease, and it was difficult to find her. There was no other way, but the daughter-in-law insisted on going her own way and took her granddaughter south to seek medical treatment.
Have you still not seen Shao Guanzhu?
Mr. Zuo was thinking a lot at the moment, his brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape, and his face looked a little ugly.
"Let's take a look." Prime Minister Lin handed over the letter.
Master Zuo's hands were shaking slightly, for fear of seeing some ominous news, but as he watched, his expression changed drastically. His upright and majestic face became gloomy, and his lips pursed into a straight line.
"You bastard, that old **** Bian Chun, I have long seen that he is a bad thing, and his offspring are all bad, inferior to pigs and dogs, and they are rotten beasts. I am so stupid..." Mr. Zuo moved the table There was a banging sound and the tea cup jumped a few times.
Prime Minister Lin calmly picked up his tea, blew it, and took a sip. While his in-laws were spitting out the fragrance, he was thinking in his heart, how to make things happen?
"I will use the Dragon Song Sword given by the late Emperor to kill that old man. Ask him if he is a bad guy raised in a cellar. Forget it if he is uneducated. Why should he become a disgusting person like Black Water? If he is so bad, just take it. Forget it!" Mr. Zuo rushed out with force. When he was young, he was also a talented man with both literary and military skills. Now he plays Ba Duan Jin every day, and he is definitely better than Bian Chun.
He didn't take a few steps and stopped again. He turned to look at his in-laws. If he didn't pull him, wouldn't he be angry with his enemies?
Mr. Zuo coughed twice heavily.
Prime Minister Lin poured him another cup of tea and said, "If you boil chrysanthemums with honeysuckle, drink it."
Master Zuo: “…”
He drank a cup of hot tea angrily, and was so burned that he spit out his tongue.
Does Prime Minister Lin, an old in-law, want to burn him to death so that he can dominate his precious granddaughter? (End of chapter)