The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Chapter 973 Monk, Michiya? Shinya, Genya?

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“Jiro!”

The singing inside the house stopped, and a cloud bun was seen in front of her eyes, but Mrs. Wang couldn’t help but find it close – and Sun Shaozong’s tall horse was so tall that he couldn’t squint, the only thing that caught the eye was the high-stretched cloud bun. .

Just listen to her urge to say: “Said it is to cure the disease and save people, why is it suddenly humming a small song?”

Who knows this?

Besides, even if he knows, Sun Shaozong now looks like a muddy wood plastic, how can she explain her confusion?

but……

If she can detect something wrong with this, she might be able to make some unexpected progress.

As soon as I thought of this, I saw that Yunji swayed back and forth, seeming to nod, and then heard Mrs. Wang helplessly say: “What Erlang said is that it can only be done now.”

What is “saying”?

Have you ever had a few words?

Sun Shaozong was surprised at first, and then he was shocked when he thought about it. The group of Yingying and Yanyan beside him was afraid that they had already been hit by Prince Yizhong’s illusion!

No wonder he took the initiative to attack Lao Wenqing, and then stood outside the door for a long time, and no one noticed anything wrong.

After figuring out this section, Sun Shaozong’s evaluation of Prince Yizhong was a bit higher.

At the same time, the fear in his heart has also been greatly reduced-Geyin really wants the life of his grandson with the talents shown by the old immortal Yizhong, and there is no need to overdo it to confuse the women in Jia Mansion.

In other words…

With this ability, it is not difficult to be afraid of usurping the throne, right?

Especially now that Emperor Guangde can’t afford to be seriously ill, and the prince is an eggless man, it is a good time for the old immortal king Yizhong to return!

As I was thinking about it, there was a stagger under my feet. The fault was that Sun Shaozong helped the wall in time, almost pushing his chin into Mrs. Wang’s broad wave.

But it was the power of the restrainer who suddenly dissipated silently.

Sun Shaozong got up awkwardly, waiting to explain a few words, but saw that Mrs. Wang complained about her husband there, and dismissed him regardless of Baoyu’s life and death. At this moment, she ran to the Yamen and was cold-eyed.

Looking at the crowd of Yingying and Yanyan next to him, they seemed to have turned a blind eye to his impolite behavior.

Uh

This spell is still so magical, but it always feels a little strange.

But this does not prevent him from turning around, bowing to the door, and asking for instructions solemnly: “Old sir, what medicine and utensils do I need to prepare?”

Since he is willing to let himself go, presumably the other party doesn’t mean to “the villager sees the villager, a shot from the back”, or even uses him.

But the current form is better than people. If the old man and youth really want to rebel, they can only be the frontrunner of the king.

In fact, thinking about it from another angle, Prince Yizhong’s ascending to the throne may not be a bad thing for him-he is the same as a traverser, even if the three views are not inconsistent, science, humanistic accomplishments and so on are always closer than others.

In addition, the old immortal Yizhong is boundless, and he is not afraid that he will rebel and deviate, so he can fully support his own expansion and expansion.

Calculated like this, wouldn’t it be a hundred times stronger than surrendering to the eggless prince.

Huh?

Speaking of the prince, Prince Yizhong has no children under his knees, and the same emperor’s relatives and relatives have insoluble grievances, then after he becomes the throne, who should be the prince?

Thinking of this, a fat man with a round face in a blue coat jumped out of his mind for no apparent reason…

“Baoyu, Baoyu!”

Being habitually divergent thinking, Mrs. Wang behind him called her son to push the door and push in.

Sun Shaozong was eager to stop, it can be seen that after she raised the curtain, she did not encounter any abnormalities, and she followed the trend.

After entering the door, he looked up and saw that Baoyu, who was dying just now, was sitting on the bed, letting Daiyu rain on her shoulders–it seemed that the song just now should probably be on these two people.

But besides these two people, there is no other one!

What about Old Immortal Yizhong and his men?

How can it disappear out of thin air…

Uh

Now that he has learned spells, Prince Yizhong seems to have disappeared out of thin air, which is nothing strange.

But why did he just leave like this?

Could it be said that this old Wenqing suddenly appeared, really just to treat Baoyu’s illness, by the way, sing another song?

Sun Shaozong was at a loss for the second monk, but Mrs. Xiang Wang didn’t care much. She grabbed a few steps to the bed, grabbed half of Baoyu’s sleeve, and cried with joy: “My son, you… why did you get up?! Quick, Let me see if there is anything wrong with me!”

A few Li Wan crowded up from behind, and all of them humbled and asked for warmth.

But Jia Baoyu didn’t agree with it at all. He just stared blankly at the empty space, as if he had seen some age-old wonder.

Mrs. Wang panicked again when she saw this, she was about to push Daiyu away to take a look, but Wen Er got up from Baoyu’s shoulder and shouted: “Idiot, don’t wake up soon! Idiot, don’t speed up. wake up!”

The accent of that address is actually quite unusual.

After six or seven shouts in a row, Jia Baoyu finally had a reaction.

I saw him grow out of a nasty breath, still muttering to himself with a three-point bewilderment: “Monk, Dao? Real, illusion?”

The sound was especially in my ears, but Madam Wang was dulled into her arms long ago, and cried out: “My son, my meat! You are scared to death!”

This time it was Baoyu’s turn to comfort her mother.

There was a lot of turmoil, and the room stopped, and Madam Wang couldn’t help but urging all kinds of questions about the talent, especially how the old genius doctor diagnosed and treated him, and how he left without saying goodbye.

But when I asked about this, Baoyu immediately became confused again, so much so that Daiyu kept shouting, before waking up again, but still the eight words in her mouth:

“Monk, Tao? Real, illusion?”

Now Mrs. Wang didn’t dare to ask him more, she just pulled Lin Daiyu aside to listen to the truth.

Pian Daiyu didn’t know where she was, but she was in a daze to remember someone confessed. Once she found Baoyu lost consciousness, she would call him to wake up quickly.

In addition, only a few words and music were recalled in the vastness.

I don’t want the old man to know how to manage, kill, and bury. It’s such a mess, I don’t have to worry about someone knowing that he has been here.

“Amitabha.”

Who knows that when I just thought of this, I listened to the wangfu’s proclaiming the Buddha’s title: “This must be the blessing of the Buddha, and I will drop the old immortal to save my son in distress-Zhuer’s wife, please ask someone to draw a portrait of the old immortal for worship In the family temple, we can also worship with incense in the morning and evening.”

When Sun Shaozong heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood!

I’ve seen a dying but I have never seen a dying like this.

It is not enough to have a white lotus saint in the family, and even to enshrine the emperor and the crown prince. This is because I am afraid that the whole family is not enough. Do you want to come to the Yishi tribe? !

Busy trying to persuade him, he suddenly heard Li Wanqi say: “It’s strange to say that when the mother mentioned the portrait, the daughter-in-law realized that she couldn’t remember the appearance of the old fairy.”

Ask others, it’s just the same.

Only Sun Shaozong himself can recall the wretched appearance of Prince Uprising Zhong.

But the old man deleted everyone’s memory, and only missed himself, for what purpose?

Was it out of the so-called ‘hometown friendship’, or other intentions?

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