As soon as the few of them entered this room, they saw that a middle-aged woman with a graceful dress was already sitting on the innermost high seat.

She was about the same age as Aunt Zhang, wearing a dark green dark pattern collared gown, covered with a large coat of the same color, and wearing gold and silver jewelry on her head.

Although she looks about the same age as Aunt Zhang, her temperament is very different.

Aunt Zhang's words and deeds all have a greasy smell of the city, and this one is very different.

She seemed to have been in the position for a long time, and when she saw that Ju Yi and their uncle and nephew followed Aunt Zhang and came in, she looked at them with a calm expression on her face.

When I saw Ju Shan, my brows furrowed inadvertently, and when I saw Ju Yi again, my brows wrinkled even deeper.

Ju Yi lowered her head and walked forward, and at the same time secretly guessed in her heart that she should have seen that he and his senior brother didn't look very old, so she was like this.

"Madam," Aunt Zhang smiled and gestured to Mrs. Cheng with her hand to the three people from Yunxuguan behind him, and introduced, "This is the Yunqizi Daoist of Yunxuguan, and those two are both senior nephews who came with him."

Mrs. Cheng, who was on the high seat, looked at them again, she didn't speak, only nodded to Yun Qizi.

Aunt Zhang has been serving by Mrs. Cheng's side for many years, and in an instant, an understanding expression appeared on her face, and Xiang Ju Yi and Ju Shan made a gesture of invitation and said, "The boat is tired, the two small road leaders may wish to go to the side hall to rest and rest first."

said that it was a convenient hall, but Aunt Zhang took them to another separate room, and walked a little way, which was still a little far from the room just now.

In the original spacious room, Mrs. Cheng smiled kindly at Yun Qizi and asked him to sit down in the first position directly below the right side.

Mrs. Cheng invited him to come this time because she had something to do, and the time was pressing, so she didn't want to be false with this Taoist priest, so she simply asked straight to the point: "Presumably Aunt Zhang made it clear to you what she needs you to do this time before she came?"

She has a noble status, and at this time, what is in front of her is just a Taoist priest who is not famous in the suburbs of Beijing.

She knew very well in her heart that if it weren't for her, this Taoist priest would probably only be able to stay in his broken Taoist temple all day long, chanting scriptures and doing some rough work until he was born, old, sick and died.

She thought that she had given this Taoist priest a new chance, and coupled with the difference in their status, she unconsciously had a bit of the momentum of the superior.

And Yun Qizi didn't have the slightest emotion on his face when he listened to Mrs. Cheng's words, he just smiled silently, and then said in his hoarse and low voice: "Aunt Zhang has already explained clearly to Poor Dao, don't worry, Madame, this matter will definitely be done for you."

"Hmm." Mrs. Cheng nodded lightly, and then said: "The Taoist should be tired all the way over, lunch has been prepared in the house, the Taoist and your nephew will go to have lunch before coming with me."

After resting and eating, he can have the energy and mood to do things well, Yun Qizi did not refuse, and took his two little nephews to the side hall of Wen Mansion for lunch.

Mrs. Cheng is really not in a hurry, she has prepared a lot for what she has to do today, thinking that she must not make any mistakes at that time.

Before that, three carriages appeared outside the old mansion of Huai'en Houfu in a row. Mrs. Cheng was quite enthusiastic this time, and she brought Aunt Zhang and a few other old puffs who had been by her side for many years.

She was afraid that Zhao Qingyan would resist when the time came, and she wouldn't be able to suppress her if she didn't bring enough people.

And with more people, she feels more secure.

One of the three carriages was for her, and it was also the most luxurious and comfortable one, and the two carriages in midsummer were for several of her servants to sit in, and the other was for the three Taoist masters who sat on the clouds.

When everything was ready, the three carriages set off for their destination one after the other. Zhao Qingyan's Zhuangzi and the old mansion of Huai'en Houfu are in a small town in the east outside the capital, and the other is in the remote west of the capital, and the two places are completely opposite, and the distance is not close.

The carriage was approaching Zhuangzi from time to time, and Mrs. Cheng was in a more and more bad mood because she hadn't been in the carriage for so long.

After getting out of the car, she looked at Zhuangzi who was not far in front, and her face became even more gloomy.

There were a few faint laughter in the Zhuangzi, which made Mrs. Cheng even more unhappy, she was followed by about eight or nine people, old and young, and seeing Mrs. Cheng standing still, the others did not dare to call her, and they did not dare to move around without permission.

After a short while, Mrs. Cheng wrung her eyebrows and sighed heavily in her heart, then turned slightly sideways to look at Aunt Zhang, who was only one step away from her, and ordered in a tone without ups and downs: "You go and open the door."

Aunt Zhang couldn't be more familiar with Zhao Qingyan, she originally looked down on Zhao Qingyan, and after this incident, she hated her even more, so as soon as Mrs. Cheng instructed her, she agreed directly without hesitation.

The wooden door of the Zhuangzi was closed, and it had been used for many years, and it had grown ink-colored rot marks. Aunt Zhang walked to the door and paused, and the next second she pushed the wooden door shut down without making a sound.

-The wooden door was originally hidden and not closed, but it was slammed open by her push, and Aunt Zhang's fat body lost support and rushed forward a few steps. Her face soon darkened, and her chest began to shake with anger.

This made Aunt Zhang very angry, she stretched out her hand and pushed the wooden door open on both sides, moved a few steps inside, and was about to speak when it closed again in an instant.

She walked back to Mrs. Cheng's side, lowered her voice and said, "Madam, why don't we do things directly, and then let the Taoist find out Zhao Qingyan's identity on the spot."

She thought that Zhao Qingyan didn't know that Mrs. Cheng was coming, but there were a lot of people in their group, and the movement was loud, coupled with the sound she made from pushing the door just now, how could Zhao Qingyan inside not notice it at all.

As soon as Aunt Zhang's words were finished, she left Mrs. Cheng's side, and saw that the door inside the Zhuangzi was suddenly opened, and the next moment Zhao Qingyan walked out of it.

The expression on her face was originally faint, but it changed after seeing the pusher standing outside.

She walked to the door expressionlessly, her eyes fell on Mrs. Cheng very accurately, and then swept the people behind Mrs. Cheng, and instantly guessed in her heart that Mrs. Cheng was not good.

She pursed her lips, and then stood in place and calmly leaned down slightly towards Mrs. Cheng, shouting, "Madam."

Mrs. Cheng looked at Zhao Qingyan and sneered, but she didn't say anything to answer her.

"Madame, what are you going to do here?" Zhao Qingyan secretly moved towards the courtyard gate, as if he was blocking the courtyard gate.

Mrs. Cheng was not happy when she saw Zhao Qingyan, and she had no patience at all when she spoke, "Do I still need to tell you what I want to do?" She said in a bad tone.

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said, "Mrs. Cheng, I have long had nothing to do with your Huai'en Houfu, right?" You came uninvited, but I don't welcome you. The implication is to ask you to leave.