All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 110
Chu Yan's face darkened slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him, "What do you say?"

Mu Huai'an calmed down slightly and took a breath.

"Naturally...it was found out by the Embroidery Envoy, who used Miss Shen's name to defraud Duke Wei. If he hadn't done anything wrong, he wouldn't be afraid of being scammed."

As he said that, he still didn't forget to turn his head to look at Shen Lingxi, and asked her for credit, "The emperor hates witches and Gu arts the most, and he also dislikes such things as Taoism. Therefore, in front of the emperor, I have to cover it up for you." Two, I'm 'deceiving the emperor' for you."

The veins on Chu Yan's forehead twitched.

He really didn't know why the kid in front of him was so thick-skinned.

"Next time, you can say you don't know, and ask the emperor to ask Gu." Chu Yan said displeasedly.

Mu Huaian smiled at him.

Although he didn't say it clearly, his expression was full of the meaning of "How could I give you this opportunity".

Shen Lingxi knew that Mu Huai'an had good intentions, and thanked him politely.

After thinking for a while, he still said: "Next time, I won't bother Shaoqing. Since I dare to "pretend to be a ghost" in front of others, I have a perfect plan, and I am not afraid of being suspected by the emperor."

She can't afford to "deceive the emperor" for her.

Mu Huai'an was stunned for a while, "So many people have seen you divination and dead body, how do you explain it?"

Chu Yan looked at him, "The corpse is buried in the flower mud, and there is a corpse smell. As long as the crimes committed, there are traces to be investigated, Miss Shen has this ability to investigate the case, and there is no need to rely on heresy. She also does not need to use embroidered clothes to make it happen." In name, cover for her."

"Could it be that His Highness still intends to make her famous in front of others?" Mu Huai'an looked a little strange.

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Why not?"

Mu Huai'an: "Miss Shen is a woman, and she will marry in the future..."

Shen Lingxi raised her almond eyes slightly, and interrupted him displeasedly, "If I really want to get married, I can also recruit a son-in-law."

Mu Huaian: ...

Chu Yan lowered his eyes, rubbing the rim of the cup with his slender fingers, thoughtful.

Shen Lingxi didn't want to continue this topic, so she asked again: "The emperor doesn't believe in Taoism, so why does he trust Zhang Xianchang?"

Mu Huai'an was not here just now, and he didn't know what Wang An and Yu Zhu's dead soul said.

"You're talking about the Immortal Zhang from Mount Taiyi?" Mu Huai'an asked in surprise.

"Exactly."

Shen Lingxi thought that he was the queen's nephew, so she must know him very well, so she hurriedly asked, "How much does Shaoqing know about this Immortal Zhang?"

Mu Huaian frowned deeply.

"This person knows some heresy Taoist spells, and he is best at 'spirituality'."

"Spiritualism?" Shen Lingxi sat up straight unconsciously, "What kind of spell is that?"

Mu Huai'an: "When you are in the child, let someone set up a white cloth screen, put candles behind the cloth, and then cast a spell, and on the white cloth, there will be lights and shadows, the human soul."

"This person was originally the owner of an unknown small temple in Taiyi Mountain. It was accidentally discovered by the old Wei Guogong and brought back to Beijing. He once summoned the dead soul of the emperor's birth mother Huigui Concubine in front of the emperor. This is the emperor. Seeing it with my own eyes made me look at him differently and believe in him.”

These words made Shen Lingxi think of what Yu Zhu said just now——
He once saw the old Taoist sitting behind the screen, pretending to be Concubine Lian, talking to King An.

After a little thought, Shen Lingxi figured out the joint.

As long as someone who is good at imitating human voices and movements, it is not difficult to hide behind a white cloth and use the shadow of a lamp to project a phantom, pretending to be a dead soul.

Coincidentally, she is such a person.

Presumably that old Taoist had some expertise in ventriloquism, so he was brought back by the old Duke of Wei back then.

The late Concubine Hui was originally from the Zhao family, so it was not surprising to tell the old Taoist some details of her daily life and let him pretend.

Seeing Shen Lingxi's silence, Mu Huai'an asked inexplicably, "It's just that he is old and has lived in Taiyi Mountain for a long time. Why did you suddenly mention him?"

Shen Lingxi pondered for a while, then changed the story of King An and Yuzhu, and told him about it.

At the end, she pondered and said: "Duke Wei invited him down this time, presumably to take advantage of the emperor's trust in Zhang Xianren to deal with me, Taoist Master Miao Ling."

Mu Huai'an didn't expect such a thing to happen, he was a little dumbfounded.

"I just told the emperor that you don't understand these things... what should I do? When the old man comes to Beijing, do you want to let him talk nonsense in front of the emperor?"

Chu Yan, who had been silent by the side all this time, had dark eyes, "If that's the case, then let him not be able to enter Beijing again."

This is what it means to silence.

Mu Huai'an hesitated and said: "But he is not ordinary in the emperor's heart. If the emperor finds out, something happened to him at this time..."

"No, you can't let him have an accident." Shen Lingxi suddenly felt blessed, looked at them with bright eyes, and said meaningfully: "I have an excellent idea, so that he can't be a demon, but can also be used by us ..."

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Five days later, the carriage carrying Zhang Xianzhang from Mount Taiyi stopped at the gate of Duke Wei's mansion when it was stopped by the embroidered clothes envoy.

A white-haired old man, supported by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Taoist boy, tremblingly got off the carriage.

The old man was thin and thin, his complexion was much fairer than ordinary people, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were cloudy and dull.

He was wearing a white coarse sermon robe, perhaps due to the many days of traveling, the robe was stained with a lot of dust, his messy hair was randomly fixed with a mahogany hairpin, his face was unkempt, and he looked very sloppy, not at all "immortal" look.

Daotong stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the embroidered envoy: "Please tell me, Master Zhang from Mount Taiyi, please see Duke Wei."

The embroidered clothes envoy stared at them for a while, and then said bluntly: "People can enter, but the carriage and the things on the carriage cannot enter."

Daotong seemed to have expected it, he smiled and responded, then helped the old man, and walked into the Duke of Wei's mansion through the side door.

Wei Guogong Zhao Dong had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw the old man coming in, he rushed up to meet him.

He walked up to the old man, his eyes couldn't hide his surprise, "Xianchang, what's wrong with you? Why haven't we seen each other for two years, how could you become so... slovenly?"

"Cough...cough...cough..." As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he coughed violently, and waved to the Taoist beside him, signaling him to report back on his behalf.

Daotong Gongjin stepped forward and replied: "Immortal Elder has retreated and enlightened the Tao these days. He has devoted himself to cultivating immortal arts, forgetting to eat and sleep. He has become less important to things outside the body. Please don't be offended by the Duke."

Duke Wei of course recognized this Daotong, and also knew that these outsiders always had weird hobbies, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand, crying a little, "Immortal, you have come, if you don't come, my life will be gone. Please help me, I will be killed by those two Wrong soul, tortured to death!"

(End of this chapter)