Jiang Caishuang's heart trembled. When she saw the face that often appeared in her dreams, her nose felt a little sore for a while, and her eyes felt warm.

"Mother..." She almost blurted out the title.

Jiang Caishuang walked into the house wearing a Taoist priest's uniform and almost tripped over the threshold.

She stumbled into the woman's arms and shouted with a cry: "Mom, you are here..."

Mr. Ning and Mrs. Ning, who were sitting nearby, looked at each other and felt the same emotions in their hearts.

Their granddaughter has been weak and sick since she was a child. She often falls asleep and cannot wake up. She consulted famous doctors but could not find out the problem. Later, they invited a senior monk to see her, and they were told that she was destined to invade the Heavenly Palace and that she had evil spirits in her life. She had to be sent away from the capital to the south of the Yangtze River to raise a child for ten years.

Years later, there is a glimmer of hope.

Even though she was reluctant to separate her flesh and blood, seeing her daughter getting weaker day by day, Mrs. Hou loved her daughter so much that she sent the child to her parents' home with the last glimmer of hope.

Strange to say, as long as the people from the Hou Mansion don't come back, Jiang Caishuang will be alive and kicking.

But whenever her biological parents, brothers and sisters came to visit, she immediately became sick and bedridden.

In order to let Jiang Caishuang live a good life, Mrs. Hou could only endure the pain of missing her daughter and waited in the capital day and night for the reunion of mother and daughter.

This year happens to be the tenth year.

"Your father is an official in Beijing and is not allowed to leave without permission, so only your brother and I come to see you." Mrs. Hou Ning Yuxia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "Shuang'er, this is your brother, do you remember?

"

Jiang Shuihan also looked at his sister closely at this moment, and he was a little embarrassed when he spoke, "Sister, sister, I am your brother. I hugged you when you were a child."

Jiang Caishuang raised her head from her mother's arms, her dark pupils washed by tears and became clearer and brighter, "I remember."

Jiang Shuihan was feeling warm in his heart when he saw his sister say seriously: "Brother, you always skipped school when you were a child. When your father would chase you and beat you with a cane, you would hide in my yard."

The family loved and doted on Jiang Caishuang, holding it in their hands for fear of melting, so how could they be willing to make a fuss in her yard?

So every time he escaped into his sister's yard, Jiang Shuihan was temporarily safe.

Jiang Shuihan: "..."

My sister has a really good memory.

Mr. Ning and Mrs. Ning have long been accustomed to Jiang Caishuang's unreasonable remarks, and they couldn't help laughing when they heard her words.

Mrs. Hou Ning Yuxia was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but smile.

Only then did she notice Jiang Caishuang's clothes, "Shuang'er, why are you dressed like this?"

He was dressed like a Taoist priest, with some jingling gadgets hanging around his waist.

Jiang Caishuang told the truth: "Mother, I just went out to catch monsters and just came back."

Catching monsters?

Isn't this something only mentioned in storybooks?

Ning Yuxia looked at her parents in confusion, and then at Jiang Shuihan in confusion.

But soon, she figured it out - her daughter should be playing with her playmates. Don't all children like to read storybooks?

"Okay, catching monsters is good. As long as you live a comfortable life, mother will be relieved."

After staying in Jiangnan for a few days, the family set off back to Beijing.

For the convenience of walking, they chose the water route to go north.

Afraid that Jiang Caishuang would be bored on the road, Ning Yuxia asked her servants to buy many fairy tales about catching monsters and eliminating them, and put them in a box.

"Shuang'er, don't you like reading storybooks? Is there anything else you want to read? Mom will ask someone to buy it for you."

Jiang Caishuang casually flipped through two pages and saw a lot of mistakes and omissions. She started to find out the mistakes seriously, "The writing here is wrong. The yellow weasel demon is not like this. The fox demon actually has no taste, and the talisman cannot be drawn like this.

Use cinnabar."

She thought, which was not responsible for writing randomly, isn't this a mistake?

So when Jiang Caishuang was okay, he would lie in front of the table, and took Zhu Bi to change it on the book.

Ning Yuxia did not disturb her, but quietly smiled with the cricket around her. The daughter was too deep to enter the show, and she regarded the things written in the words as true.

After delaying on the road for more than a month, the group finally arrived in Tokyo.

When Mrs. Hou's mother and son set off for Jiangnan, the weather was still with the winter of winter. Now returning to the capital is just a warm spring.

The magnificent Luohe River crossed the capital across the capital. People on the Hongqiao came and went, and the stalls were squeezed and squeezed. The wide shore Yangliu Yiyi, the banner of the restaurant inn, fluttering, the people's voices were bustling, and the tea stalls of the foot shop can be seen everywhere.

A lively and bustling scene.

Originally, I planned to go back to Houfu directly by carriage, but Jiang Caishuang suddenly had to get off on the road.

The niece moved to the horse stool at the door. As soon as the curtain was opened, Jiang Caishuang jumped down and chased towards the crowd.

Mrs. Hou was shocked, "Frost!"

Riding the river in front of the river, the river was cold, and the horse came from the horse, "Mother, what's wrong?"

"Frost, your sister ran away, hurried to chase!" Ning Yuxia fledged, and hurriedly grabbed his arm.

"What?!" Jiang Shuihan's heart suddenly raised.

When my sister first arrived in Beijing, she was unfamiliar with life. How can it be better if you lose it?

"Mother, don't worry first, I will go to my sister." Saying, Jiang Shuihan hurriedly followed the direction of Ning Yuxia's finger, and quickly walked to catch up.

But today coincides, crowded and lively, passers -by to shoulder to shoulder, blocked the road.

Jiang Shuihan was not as petite as Jiang Caishuang, and was crowded several times in the crowd. When he finally came to Hongqiao, he was squeezed by the young people who gathered.

On the other side.

Jiang Shuihan was so anxious that when the six gods had no master, he happened to see his classmates on the other side of the river.

He surrounded his mouth around his mouth, waved his other hand, and shouted, "Brother Jingyuan, stop my sister! Green shirt!"

Duan Jingyuan sat under the tea shed with a friend, and heard the sound and looked at the bridge head.

"Isn't that Jiang Gongzi? Is he shouting Jingyuan?"

"He seems to say to stop his sister? What do you stop?"

Duan Jingyuan heard the urgency in his friend's voice, and he would not ask anymore at the moment.

Following the direction of Jiang Shuihan's fingers, Duan Jingyuan saw a petite figure who was flexibly drilled in the crowd. The girl wearing a veil and a green cross -chest skirt.

Started.

Presumably this is this.

Duan Jing didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly chased up, shouting: "Sister Jiang! Sister Jiang!"

Jiang Caishuang felt the direction of the guidance of the red rope, hiding in the left and right drills in the crowd, running fast.

Of course, she did not run out of the car for no reason, but had something to do.

Before she went to Liu Fu to catch the demon, she didn't watch it in Dongfu, and accidentally asked the captured fox demon to run away.

On the way north, there was no reaction between her connection with the fox demon. Presumably the distance between me was too far away.

But just now, Jiang Caishuang suddenly realized that the little finger was hot, and the red line entangled on it was looming, pointing to the direction of the side of the bridge.

She was afraid that the fox demon would harm people and was eager to catch the demon, so she didn't even bother to say hello, she jumped out of the carriage and went straight to the fox demon's hiding place.

After leaving the lively and bustling main street, there are not so many pedestrians on the road, and the walking path is much wider.

The red thread wrapped around Jiang Caishuang's little finger became increasingly brighter in color. The thread that was originally less than a finger long was now several times longer, faintly passing through the wall, directly connecting her to the fox demon.

A few walls away from her was the Dingbei Palace.

At this moment, outside the gate of Dingbei Prince's Mansion.

A young man in official robes was so anxious that he fanned twice quickly with a folding fan in his hand. However, the impatience still did not subside. He closed the fan again with a "swish" and kept tapping the palm of his hand with the fan bone.

The housekeeper followed him, "Master Ling, our master hasn't come back yet, why don't you go to the flower hall and wait?"

Ling Ziqi waved her hand, "I will wait here."

He had something urgent to see the crown prince, so how could he be in the mood to drink tea in the flower hall and wait slowly?

"Master Ling, it is really rude to ask you to wait outside the door. The prince will also blame me when he comes. This..."

"Coming!"

A luxurious sandalwood carriage drove slowly, running over the bluestone road, making a rhythmic rumble. The luan bells hanging at the four corners sounded clear and sweet, and the tassels hanging under the curtains swayed like water.

Ling Ziqi saw the sign of Dingbei Palace at a glance, hurriedly walked down the steps and greeted it.

He walked on the side of the carriage, holding the fan handle, cupping his hands and saying: "Your Majesty, I have something important to ask of you."

A deep voice came from inside the car, "Stop."

"Your Majesty, the lower official Ling Ziqi..."

Before he could explain his purpose, the other party had already guessed, "Master Ling is here for the case in Wai Liu Lane, right?"

The man's voice was soft and his tone was unhurried, but there was no hint of the domineering attitude of a superior.
To be continued...