Seeing that Wen Zichen finally came over, how could Mrs. Cheng let him go to Zhao Qingyan's side to hinder his work.

When she made a gesture to Aunt Zhang, while Wen Zichen was still talking in front of her, Aunt Zhang reached out from behind with another woman and grabbed the two arms that left Wen Zichen.

Aunt Zhang firmly grasped one of Wen Zichen's arms in her hand, and said to Wen Zichen in a stern tone: "Little master, you should rest on the side, don't delay Madame to do business!"

Aunt Zhang's words successfully made Wen Zichen panic, and the words "business" in Aunt Zhang's words flashed in his mind first, and then he trembled with anger.

"Grandma!" He screamed in disbelief, he didn't expect Mrs. Cheng to refuse to be soft on him.

Mrs. Cheng had been prepared before she came, and she was completely hard-hearted in the face of everything she was doing.

She first glanced at Wen Zichen, and then tried to show a gentle smile with her old face full of furrows, and comforted Wen Zichen: "Zichen, you listen to Aunt Zhang's words and go to the side to rest first, and then take you home when grandma takes care of these things."

What she said was naturally Zhao Qingyan, and Wen Zichen quickly disappeared into the ears of everyone in the courtyard with an unwilling and impatient voice.

Without Wen Zichen's interruption, it would be easy to deal with things.

Zhao Qingyan became anxious when she saw Wen Zichen being taken away by Mrs. Cheng, she lost her patience, and fell behind in the fight with a few old women, and she was soon grabbed by two arms like Wen Zichen just now, making her unable to move.

Zhao Qingyan asked angrily, "What do you want to do!"

Mrs. Cheng smiled at her good-naturedly and said, "Naturally, let's see if you have anything bad for Huai'en Houfu here."

This is just an excuse to take the opportunity to dispose of Zhao Qingyan, and Zhao Qingyan himself can no longer understand.

In the current situation, she knew that she couldn't resist, so she had to compromise and said, "Then you can check."

After speaking, she bumped her elbow against the two women who were pressing her, and said in a cold and hard tone: "Let go!"

The two women glanced at Mrs. Cheng first, and when they saw Mrs. Cheng nodding in agreement, they let go of Zhao Qingyan as she said.

Zhao Qingyan was willing to cooperate, and Mrs. Cheng was also happy.

She glanced at the three Taoist priests who had been standing outside watching the play, and then walked out herself, standing a few steps away from them, bowing her head, and shouting, "Daoist Yun Qizi."

Yun Qizi nodded at Mrs. Cheng, and then walked towards the courtyard, and behind him, the two Taoist priests, Ju Yi and Ju Shan, followed closely behind him.

The three of them hadn't spoken since they came to this Zhuangzi, and when they were called by Mrs. Cheng at this time, they were all silent and doing their own things.

Zhao Qingyan was forced to stand aside. The three Taoist priests who came in were at the forefront of a middle-aged Taoist priest who was about thirty or forty years old, and the two behind him didn't look much older than Wen Zichen, who had just been captured.

Seeing such a momentum of feudal superstition, Zhao Qingyan rolled his eyes, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

She saw Mrs. Cheng so excited just now, and thought that Mrs. Cheng wanted her life today.

After Yun Qizi entered the courtyard, he first looked around the room inside, and after carefully looking at every corner of the house, Mrs. Cheng shook her head.

Mrs. Cheng's face was very calm, without a hint of surprise, "Since there is no problem in the house, the Taoist may as well take a look outside." ”

Yun Qizi nodded, walked around the courtyard again, and finally still had the same answer as just now. At this time, Mrs. Cheng was surprised and asked, "Is there no problem?"

Yun Qizi said: "Everything inside and outside the house is normal, it doesn't look like there is a demon at work."

The courtyard fell into silence for a moment, and Mrs. Cheng pursed her lips.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Zhao Qingyan, and then stared at Zhao Qingyan nakedly up and down, and asked, "Since there is no problem with the house and the yard, could it be a human problem?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan was angry and funny in her heart, and she silently contradicted Mrs. Cheng in her heart, "I think you have a problem, right?"

At this time, Mrs. Cheng's attention was that she didn't say that Zhao Qingyan also knew that when she was in Huai'en Waiting Mansion, Mrs. Cheng always looked at herself unpleasantly.

I didn't expect that she had left the Huai'en Houfu now, how could Mrs. Cheng still have so much leisure to find trouble for herself.

She looked at the sentence in front of her and was silent.

And sure enough, after Mrs. Cheng's words were finished, the Taoist priest named Yun Qizi responded to Mrs. Cheng's words, "It's not that there is no such reason, it's just this girl?"

He spoke with a hesitant tone, obviously not knowing whether it was appropriate to do so.

Before Zhao Qingyan could speak, Mrs. Cheng, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by several women, spoke, "I see that she has a big problem, since the Taoist chief is here, let's take a closer look!"

The people who came to Zhuangzi were all brought by Mrs. Cheng, and they naturally didn't listen to Zhao Qingyan's words, and no matter whether Zhao Qingyan agreed or not, then she had to move forward.

With such a posture, Zhao Qingyan gradually became more interested in her heart, this time she no longer resisted fearlessly, and was pushed to Mrs. Cheng's side by several women half-pushed.

Mrs. Cheng lowered her head and glanced at her feet, and quickly retreated to the side, and at the same time, the women who were holding Zhao Qingyan just now also retreated to both sides, and Zhao Qingyan was soon left alone in the middle of the courtyard.

Zhao Qingyan stood in the middle of the courtyard and didn't move, she opened her eyes to look at Yun Qizi, only to see that he took a brush about three fingers wide from the hands of the two little Taoist priests behind him, and the bristles on the brush were still snow-white, and at a glance she knew that it was a new pen that had only been used and had never been used.

After taking the brush, Yun Qizi looked at the ground under Zhao Qingyan's feet for a few seconds, he suddenly turned the brush in his hand, but he held the end of the writing, and then he surrounded Zhao Qingyan's feet, and kept writing and drawing on the ground.

At the same time, the two little Taoist priests also followed Yun Qizi and never left, and after a short while, Yun Qizi put away the brush and handed it to one of the little Taoists, and took a small bottle from the other little Taoist.

Zhao Qingyan saw a novelty, it was the first time she had seen such a scene, she looked at her feet, and Yun Qizi actually drew a gossip map.

Zhao Qingyan wanted to laugh, but before she could laugh, Yun Qizi walked up to her, opened the small bottle in his hand, poured out the contents of the bottle without warning, and walked around again, and there were red traces on the gossip map drawn on the ground.

Then what came out of Yun Qizi's small bottle was clearly colorless and odorless, and red appeared in some places!