Sure enough, Miss Xue Er, who was still blocking people from coming in at first, got out of the way after doing enough play, and stood far away, as if she was afraid of being involved. This is what it looks like...... Di Fangxing frowned, just too lazy to worry about women and children. He asked the young lady who was running around to be aside, leaving only a few who could still speak clearly to tell what had happened.

"Just now we saw an umbrella ...... in the flower bed"

"Linglong Xiangjun ran to the flower garden and picked it up......"

"As soon as the umbrella was picked up, the mansion began to move...... "A few believers said with a frightened look, stunned for a while, and then came back to their senses, "I know, it's a Bodhisattva ......"

"Speak quickly!" The official of Dali Temple, who asked the question, knocked on the pen and said impatiently, "The Bodhisattva is an immortal, and he doesn't care about the affairs of the world, you hurry up!" ”

The believers, who had been reprimanded, came back to their senses and said, "Anyway, that's it...... The Guogong Mansion moved its own ......"

"That's called Qimen Dunjia." The officials of Dali Temple worked hard to write, and while writing, they muttered, "Long hair and short knowledge!" ”

Although his voice was small, the believers' ears were sharp, and they actually heard it, and then their faces changed instantly: "What did you just say, you say it again!" ”

"That's right, what did you just say? Believe it or not, I'll go back and let my dad participate in your copy? ”

"I don't look at my own virtues, and I scold us for ......"

It was at the critical juncture of the questioning, Di Fangxing was impatient, so he scolded the recording official: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person, ask quickly, and don't talk useless nonsense!" ”

Behind him, the quarrel between the letter girl and the recording official was disturbed, and Di Fangxing stretched out his foot and stepped on the dark red flower mud and walked into it.

The county lord of Changle was standing aside, looking at Linglong Xiangjun with a complicated face, and Linglong Xiangjun was holding the pile of weathered white bones and shedding tears.

Such a woman who looked soft and weak, and couldn't help but cry with a bunch of white bones, Di Fangxing's heart trembled, and he looked back at the young officials in the ministry, although there was no difference in their faces, but maybe he Di Fangxing felt uncomfortable, and always felt that these young officials wanted to laugh at him.

Since Jiang Zhongze stepped in sideways, Dali Temple has long been not as good as before, in the past in Dali Temple can still be called fat, but now there are really few people willing to come to Dali Temple as an errand.

"Xia Guan has seen the county lord of Changle." Di Fangxing gave a salute to the county lord of Changle.

The county lord of Changle nodded, but before Di Fangxing was about to speak, he spoke one step ahead of him: "Don't ask me, I don't know, only she knows." She said and looked at Linglong Xiangjun not far ahead, and then stretched out her hand to the side: "By the way, it was when she saw this umbrella that she didn't care about breaking into here." At first, she felt that Linglong Xiangjun's expression was different, and she lost the face of the clan woman, but then she didn't feel like that.

There are dry bones buried under the flower garden in the Huaiguo Mansion who loves flowers, which is unusual! Not to mention the reaction of the Linglong countryman, who seems to know the owner of the dry bones? As soon as this idea came out, the county lord of Changle was startled by himself, and he could know the master when he saw the dry bones? It's not a trick, no matter how powerful it is, you can't tell who it is at a glance!

However, this is not necessarily the case. The county lord of Changle turned his gaze to Di Fangxing on the side, he had just picked up the bamboo umbrella, and was looking at it curiously: "It seems that there is nothing special, there is no special mechanism added to the umbrella or something." ”

The county lord of Changle thought about it, and was about to speak, when he heard the voices of several officials from the official department behind him.

"I'm afraid it's not the umbrella, it's the person who painted it on the umbrella!" It was Cui Jing who said this, and as soon as his words fell, the officials around him responded again and again, and they seemed to feel the same way.

People? A flash of inspiration flashed in the mind of the lord of Changle County, by the way, before enshrined the Bodhisattva, the compass visited by the Linglong Township Monarch, Anan said that it was for relatives? She seemed to know something, and for the first time, she looked at the beauty on the umbrella seriously.

It was a beautiful woman with a sad look on her face, sitting by the window, looking out of it. The person in the painting is a distant view, so naturally he can't depict it in detail, but he can only vaguely recognize or feel the beauty with sorrow. The county lord of Changle secretly said.

This thought was just a flash, and the county lord of Changle was shocked, if ...... What if it was really carved out of a mold? Of course, it's not that Linglong Xiangjun is not a person, but if she had sisters before! The sister is missing, and thinking about the Buddha compass, everything makes sense.

The county lord of Changle was a little excited, feeling that he had guessed correctly, and glanced at Cui Jing and Wang Xu on the side, although he had nothing to do with these two on weekdays, and these two were not the people of the county lord of Huiyang, but the girl always wanted to behave in front of the two of them, the county lord of Changle cleared his throat and was about to speak, when he heard Wang Xu chuckle and spoke: "I remember that Linglong Xiangjun should not be the only daughter of the king of Mingjun!" ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he hit the nail on the head, the county lord of Changle was not stupid, and he knew that these two people had already seen the way out, so he walked aside with interest. It's all to blame for her, not to mention the genealogy of the nobles of Chang'anquan, even the genealogy of the people in the clan has not been remembered, and the Linglong Township Monarch is such an unsociable person, she can't remember anything about King Mingjun, but she didn't expect Wang Xu to remember this.

A slightly older official on the side said: "It's really not an only daughter, I remember that the king of Mingjun used to have a daughter, who was older than Linglong Xiangjun, but his body was not very good, and His Majesty never named him a township, and then I never saw it, and I don't know what's wrong." ”

I can get into this position by myself, and my natural eyesight is extraordinary in the official department that everyone wants to enter now, and at a glance, I found that the woman on the umbrella is somewhat similar to Linglong Township, and then look at Linglong Township's grief-stricken expression, there is nothing I can't guess.

A sister, a sister who doesn't see, everything makes sense.

But...... That's the trouble! Several officials looked at the messy flower garden, although they didn't know how a weak woman in Linglong Township recognized the owner of this dry bone, but she must have her reason, and she would not admit it if she touched it, otherwise which weak woman would dare to cry like this with dry bones? Involving the people in the clan, and involving the grandfather of the country, and now that the grandfather of the country is not there, thinking about the chaotic scene when they came, can the mouths of those young ladies really be blocked? This matter is bound to make a big fuss, of course, Linglong Xiangjun, Mingjun Wang and others estimate that this matter is also going to make a big fuss.

The Guogong Mansion seems to be in trouble this time. I want to talk about "The Legend of the Heavenly Master" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~