Zhang's mother blocked the news of Zhang Miao's illness as soon as possible, and secretly sent someone to invite a doctor, on the grounds that she was sick, and the doctor who invited said that it was nothing serious, but the wind and cold entered the body and caused a high fever, and it was good to take a few patches of medicine.

Zhang's mother's hanging heart was half relieved, but after taking medicine for seven days, Zhang Miao still did not get better, but became less and less awake, and even gradually lost her vitality.

The Zhang family invited a doctor again, but this time it was really the Zhang family's housewife who fell ill, and Song Mu heard about it and ran to Concubine Ji and proposed to visit it in person.

Concubine Ji readily agreed to give Zhang Luo several supplements, Song Mu came to visit, Lord Zhang personally rushed back to the house to greet her, and the sick Mrs. Zhang also got up to meet the guests, and found a reason to prevaricate Song Mu's proposal to see Zhang Miao.

What Mr. and Mrs. Zhang think is very simple, seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, Zhang Miao is inexplicably sick at this juncture, and he is so sick, if Song Mu goes back and says something that makes Huai Wangfu have the idea of retiring from the marriage, then this will hurt the reputation of Zhangfu, and it will be difficult for Zhang Miao to discuss marriage again in the future.

Song Mu led the good show, naturally he would not be unable to sing because of the obstruction of Lord Zhang and his wife, and when the three of them were deadlocked, the maid next to Zhang Miao hurriedly ran over to tell him that Zhang Miao vomited blood.

As soon as Mother Zhang heard the news, she didn't have time to see Song Mu's reaction, so she rolled her eyes and fainted.

The Zhang family was so busy that Song Mu had to leave first.

It's also strange to say, obviously he was vomiting blood and almost dying, but as soon as Song Mu left, Zhang Miao regained some consciousness and drank a small half bowl of porridge.

Mrs. Zhang, who woke up, just wanted to struggle down to see her daughter, but was stopped by Lord Zhang.

"Miao'er just drank the porridge and rested, don't worry, it's not in the way."

The wrinkles on Mr. Zhang's worried forehead have increased three or four times these days, and he sighed even more when he looked at his wife with a sick face.

"Master, what do you say is going on?! Miao'er had been fine before, why did she suddenly get so sick?! My Miao'er, woo woo woo...... If you have three long and two short, my mother will have to go with you......"

"Okay, okay, don't cry, you still want to think about what to say over there in Huaiwangfu, right? If Song Mu went back and said something, Concubine Ji asked how should you and I explain? ”

"What is there to explain?! How can people eat grains without getting sick?! Besides, it was freezing on this day and invited us Miao'er to go out, and asked me to say that if it weren't for Song Mu, Miao'er would be married at home, how could she suddenly be so seriously ill! ”

Mrs. Zhang lowered her head and wiped away her tears, but her words woke up Mrs. Zhang.

"That's right! Miao'er suddenly fell ill after seeing Song Mu come back, today Song Mu boarded the door of our house again, Miao'er vomited blood, as soon as he left, Miao'er woke up, and had the strength to drink a small half bowl of porridge, do you say it will ......?"

Mrs. Zhang couldn't care less about wiping her tears when she heard this, grabbed Mr. Zhang's sleeve, and said with a sob.

"You mean our Miao'er, this is... Is this a flashback?! My poor Miao'er—"

"Stop, stop! What is the return to the light? Don't talk nonsense, you just have long hair and short knowledge, I mean, will Miao'er be beaten by Song Muke?! Otherwise, how could he fall ill when he saw Song Mu in a good manner, and he couldn't get better after taking medicine? ”

Mrs. Zhang stopped her tears and looked at Mr. Zhang who stood up and walked around the room with a look of disbelief.

"Won't you...... These two children's eight characters were calculated by the master who went to find them, or went to the royal Wanbao Temple. ”

"Say you're ignorant, you're really right, that Wanbao Temple is a royal temple, don't you still look at the willingness of the two families to get married, and the face of the sesame oil money taken out, and pick up the good ones?! No, I have to go to Wuhuang Temple to find the master to calculate a hexagram in person, where is Gengti? Find it out for me, and I'll go now. ”

Mrs. Zhang was urged by Lord Zhang to find Song Mu and Zhang Miao's Geng Ti, and hurriedly rode on a horse and ran to Wuhuang Temple in person.

As soon as Mr. Zhang left the house, he was seen by the little guy arranged by Song Mu to guard near Zhang's house, and the little guy immediately flew a pigeon and sent a message to the fortune teller who set up a stall on the official road in the suburbs.

The fortune teller accepted Song Mu's ingot of gold, and naturally took out all his housekeeping skills, sat on the stall and closed his eyes to recuperate, only when he heard the sound of horses' hooves would he slightly open one eye to look at the people who were beating horses past.

Finally, after seeing the thirteenth man on horseback, the fortune teller waited for his target, hurriedly rang the bell in his hand, and chanted aloud.

"The spirit of heaven and the spirit of the earth, the spirit of the old king, the spirit of the old king, the marriage is not allowed without money, the passing by the family is in difficulty, the belief in poverty is all right, if you miss it, you will have to hate it for life......"

Mr. Zhang rode past the fortune-telling booth and didn't intend to stop, but after hearing the loud shouts of the fortune-teller in his ears, his legs still involuntarily clamped the horse's belly, turned the horse's head and returned to the fortune-telling stall.

"Will you count your marriage into a match?"

The fortune teller raised his eyes to look at the man sitting on the horse, and without saying a word, he raised his left hand and pinched it, and his face changed suddenly, and when he stood up, he cleaned up the stall, and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, the little one is a blind shouter, Master Zhang, hurry up and go to find a monk to resolve it, I'm disturbing ......"

As soon as Mr. Zhang heard that the fortune teller said no, he just wanted to throw the whip again and hurry, but the raised whip paused in mid-air, and then got off the horse and stopped the fortune teller who was holding something and was about to leave.

"You said you wouldn't be married?"

"yes, little nonsense, I'm sorry, hehe......"

"Oh, since you don't, how do you know my surname is Zhang? Or an official? ”

"Uh...... This ......"

As soon as Mr. Zhang saw the fortune-teller, the suspicion in his heart was even greater, he deliberately changed his official robe and went out today, just to find the master to calculate the eight characters in a low-key manner, once there is a good and bad way to think of countermeasures to safely withdraw from the marriage of the Huai Wangfu, this fortune teller is Lord Zhang, and pinched his fingers and said that he would not count, which is really suspicious.

"Since you know that I am an adult, then you should know that if I want to clean you up, it will be so easy, are you sure you still have to say that you don't?"

The fortune teller looked annoyed, hugged his hand and begged for mercy, but Master Zhang was determined not to let people leave like this.

"My lord, Lord Zhang, although the little one studied under Qingniu Zhenren, but the little one who came down the mountain just wanted to eat peacefully and peacefully, this evil in your family is too powerful, I can't afford to provoke the dead! You please be smart, aren't you going to Wuhuang Temple, there are also monks in the temple, you might as well try your luck, please let go of the small one......"

Master Zhang was a little skeptical, but now he is convinced, this fortune teller looks unreliable, but every sentence is to the truth, he is really capable, how can such a person miss it? !