famous poison doctor

Chapter 89

"Princess, look, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake seller is really here, it seems that he really has a destiny with us." Shao Yao said happily.

Seeing Fang Qingluo and the maid looking at him together, the man selling sweet-scented osmanthus cake subconsciously crushed the straw hat, covering his face even deeper.Fang Qingluo felt more and more that there was a problem, but the osmanthus cake seller pushed a broken wooden cart and walked towards her. It was too late for her to get in the cart, and she was not willing to run away like this.

"Don't rush to buy it yet, let's go into the temple and burn incense sticks." After Fang Qingluo finished speaking, he led Shaoyao and Ruizhu into Anyuan Temple.

Shaoyao was puzzled, the princess wanted to taste it just now, why didn't she buy it?But she saw that Fang Qingluo was unhappy, so she didn't ask any more questions foolishly.

A group of people entered the temple, Fang Qingluo burned incense absently, and drew a lottery again, but unfortunately the lottery was a middle lottery, to explain it in the words of the person who solved the lottery, even a desperate situation can be a life-saving one, the immediate predicament is nothing, if you want Wait patiently.

There was still some artistic conception, Fang Qingluo smiled indifferently, and after donating some sesame oil money, he took a group of people to have a vegetarian meal.

"Princess, do you think there is something wrong with the osmanthus cake seller?" Rui Zhu asked in a low voice.

Fang Qingluo nodded, "I'm afraid that Fang Qingyu and others have discussed this matter. If they fall into someone else's trap, it will be troublesome, but I can't figure it out. Who would use so much effort to catch me?"

Ruizhu thought for a while and said: "Anyuan Temple has a good reputation, and the abbot of the temple is also a highly respected master. I don't think Anyuan Temple will collude with people with ulterior motives. If something really happens, we can ask the temple for help."

Although Fang Qingluo would not trust the people of Anyuan Temple easily, it was stronger than their weak resistance after something happened.

"Liu Chen, go out and buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from that person. Be careful. If you find anything wrong, return immediately!" Fang Qingluo still decided to try those sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to see if there was something wrong.

Liu Chen gave the order and strode towards the outside of Anyuan Temple. After a while, he came back, but unfortunately he only held a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, which was crooked and ugly.He shook his head helplessly, and said: "Princess, there is only one sweet-scented osmanthus cake left. Also, that old man is good at martial arts, I can't figure out his details."

"Princess, why do I feel that this last one is specially reserved for you?" Shao Yao looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and asked.

Rui Zhu frowned and said: "Princess, don't eat it, I'm afraid the food is not right."

Fang Qingluo reached out and twisted the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it under his nose and sniffed it. It didn't smell like medicine, and he would be fine if he ate it.

"It's okay, it's fine." After Fang Qingluo finished speaking, he put a small piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth, completely ignoring everyone's disapproving gazes.She used to be the chief military doctor who was proficient in the art of qi and yellow, how could she not even smell the poison?
But soon, her eyes turned red. She didn't know if this sweet-scented osmanthus cake really tasted like her mother's in her previous life, but she knew that this taste was exactly the taste of her mother's favorite brand in her previous life.She couldn't help thinking of her mother, and felt a lot of emotion in her heart.

Seeing Fang Qingluo like this, everyone understood what was going on, but they didn't expect that what moved Fang Qingluo was not the taste of the former princess, but the taste that her mother in the previous life loved.

For a moment, Fang Qingluo couldn't tell whether the sweet-scented osmanthus cake seller had other intentions, but at this moment, a sneaky figure jumped in from the wall.She looked straight at her.

"Who! What are you doing?" Fang Qingluo yelled sharply, Liu Chen reacted very quickly, rushed over and grabbed the man, and knocked off his broken straw hat with his hand. The man was the one who was selling osmanthus cake outside just now.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in such a sneaky way? If you don't make it clear, you will be escorted to an official!" Fang Qingluo said coldly.

The man struggled, but couldn't break free from Liu Chen's restraint, he said angrily: "Let go of me, I'm just selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, only for predestined people, I neither stole nor robbed, why do you arrest me? "

After such a quarrel, the monks in the temple came to dissuade them, but when they saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, they froze in place...

Those who came were Zhiyuan, the master who was in charge of welcoming guests from Anyuan Temple, and two young monks. When the young monk saw the man selling osmanthus cakes, he was stunned and stared at the boss, but Zhiyuan was only shocked for a second. , and soon returned to normal, looking a little helpless.

"Abbot, abbot, why are you dressed like this?" an outspoken young novice couldn't help but yelled out.

The osmanthus cake seller glared at him, and turned his head away in embarrassment.Fang Qingluo was also very surprised. Could it be that this person is really the host of Anyuan Temple?Why would a good host like him disguise himself to sell sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?If it was said that the abbot of Anyuan Temple colluded with Fang Qingyu and others to plot against her, she would not believe it.

Anyuan Temple is very well-known in Beijing, it's really unthinkable to say that she colluded with others to plot against her as a little orphan.

"This master, just now this person sneaked in over the wall. My guards were worried that he was planning to do something wrong, so they put him under control. But I heard that the little master just called him to preside over it. I don't know how to explain this matter?" Fang Qing Luo thought for a while, and asked like Zhi Yuan.

Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly, sighed and said: "Amitabha, this is indeed Master Zhide, the abbot of this temple. He occasionally goes out of the temple to sell osmanthus cakes, and has no other intentions. Please let the benefactor let go of Brother Zhide."

Fang Qingluo took a quick look at Zhide and Zhiyuan. Zhide was obviously younger than Zhiyuan. Is it well maintained?
Liu Chen didn't get Fang Qingluo's instructions, and didn't let go of Zhide. Zhide struggled a few times unhappy, and looked at Fang Qingluo helplessly.

"Master Zhide, selling sweet-scented osmanthus cake is not a shameful thing, but to earn some sesame oil money for the temple. Why are you doing it so mysteriously?" Fang Qingluo asked Zhide with a small face.

Zhide thought that this little girl was really sharp-tongued, so he said that he was greedy for money and went to earn private money.However, he is an eminent monk, with a calm heart and no change on his face. He said with a smile: "I have been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. I just don't lose money. I don't dare to think about anything else."

"Just to sell only those who are destined?" Fang Qingluo was a little curious. Is the host really idle, or is there really a hidden secret?

Master Zhide's face suddenly became serious, and his eyes became extremely bright, "Naturally, I am looking for someone with a predestined relationship. There is nothing to hide about this matter. A while ago, the Buddha entrusted me with a dream and asked me to find a predestined person who likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes." People, this person will be the nobleman of this temple."

Before Fang Qingluo could ask more questions, the two young novice monks exclaimed. Zhiyuan knew about it and was not too surprised. He looked at Fang Qingluo with a smile and explained, "The benefactor doesn't know The presiding master of this monastery, Master Zhide, often receives Buddha's entrusted dreams, and it has always been extremely effective."

Fang Qingluo looked at Zhide again, and saw that his expression was composed, without complacency, nor was there a little bit of embarrassment before. Compared with the appearance of selling osmanthus cakes, he had the aloofness of an eminent monk.

"Master Zhide, monks don't tell lies, how dare you ask if you know a little girl named Fang Qingyu?" Fang Qingluo asked.

Zhide thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."

Zhide doesn't look like a liar, if he says he doesn't know him without even thinking about it, then there might be something wrong.Maybe Fang Qingyu didn't participate in Anyuan Temple's plan with others, they just borrowed the name of Anyuan Temple's osmanthus cake, and Fang Qingyu was lucky enough to eat the osmanthus cake, and then used this as a cover to deceive Fang Qing Luo went out of the house, but who was the one planning with Fang Qingyu?

Since he couldn't figure it out, he could only use that, Fang Qingluo secretly made up his mind.

Fang Qingluo signaled Liu Chen to let go of Zhide. Since it was a misunderstanding, she didn't want to stay longer. She bowed to Master Zhiyuan and said, "Since it was a misunderstanding, I will take my leave first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, but Shaoyao didn't follow her. She leaned over and asked Zhide in a low voice, "Master host, do you still have your sweet-scented osmanthus cake? My lady likes it very much, her eyes are red after eating it just now. Can you buy me some more?"

Shaoyao was quite moved by watching Fang Qingluo eat, so she wanted to buy some more for Fang Qingluo to eat back, but Zhide stared straight at her and asked, "What did you say? Your lady Did you also eat my sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Shao Yao was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, she nodded and said, "Yes, I just caught your guard to buy it."

Zhide glanced at Liu Chen, there really was such a customer, and it turned out that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake had entered the stomach of that young lady.

Fang Qingluo didn't go far. Hearing the conversation between Shaoyao and Zhide, he stopped and turned to Shaoyao and said, "Shaoyao, let's go, don't bother the host master."

Shao Yao showed regret, and followed helplessly.

Zhide rushed over, stared at Fang Qingluo and asked, "Does the benefactor think the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is delicious?"

Fang Qingluo froze for a moment, then nodded.Zhide's eyes lit up, blocked Fang Qingluo's way, and asked again: "The benefactor has tasted the taste of the old man, and his eyes are red?"

Fang Qingluo looked at him again, and murmured in his heart, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake really tastes the same as the one made by her mother before, right?Could this Zhide be her mother's old knowledge?

"There is such a thing." Fang Qingluo said lightly, it's not right for her not to admit it, Shaoyao had already said it before.

Zhide blocked Fang Qingluo excitedly, and said: "The benefactor is the predestined person I am looking for. Would you like to worship the poor monk as your teacher?"

"Ah?" Everyone including Fang Qingluo was shocked, even Zhiyuan was also very surprised, and couldn't help reminding: "Brother abbot, this temple has never accepted female disciples!"

Zhide didn't even look at Zhiyuan, he just stared at Fang Qingluo eagerly, and waited for Fang Qingluo's reply, and said impatiently: "Aren't you just a lay disciple, and you don't live in a temple, what's the difference between men and women? Junior brother, you have a picture."

Zhiyuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but seeing Zhide's expression, he just swallowed the words back. He knows his brother abbot well, so it's useless to say more.But he has to admit that Zhide can often predict disasters and fortunes, and has saved Anyuan Temple several times.

(End of this chapter)