Chapter 341

The hermit showed an unfathomable smile, "it seems that you don't know what disease your prospective princess has?"

"What, my prospective princess, that's the prospective Princess of Duan Wang." Chu Chengxun cleared his throat. "What's wrong with her? I asked the imperial doctor in the palace to see her. There's nothing I can do."

"This is not an ordinary illness. You can't see it well when you invite a royal doctor," the monk's eyes became deeper and deeper. "Do you know Dementor?"

"Soul taking skill?" Chu Chengxun turned his eyes. "You can't say that the so-called soul of the dead is reborn on the living. I've heard this in Xirong. But I've never seen it really."

The monk hooked his lips and said with a smile, "now you can see that really, the princess to be got the soul taking skill. What lives in her body is not her, but another soul."

Chu Chengxun stared at her and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he chuckled. "So the resident thought she was suffering from Dementor. I thought you would say something terrible. Isn't this a trick often played by Jianghu warlocks?"

The monk narrowed his eyes unhappily, "do you mean I'm lying to you? Or do you mean I'm a Jianghu Warlock."

Chu Chengxun was still inconvenient to offend her, so he had to hold back his smile. "Although the princess to be is strangely ill, it can't be explained by a supernatural soul taking skill. Do the monks really believe these things? It's what the Jianghu warlocks say to deceive children."

"If you don't believe what I said, you can't invite me to your mansion. Why bother with me here." the monk's eyes darkened. "Anyway, I'm based on what you said. The diagnosis of the prospective princess is that she is ill because of Dementor. She will continue to suffer from serious and minor diseases in the future, and her life will be much shorter than others."

"I haven't heard that people who have been reborn will be ill and short-lived because of Dementor."

The soldier shook his finger and said with a straight face: "the Dementors will not let the reborn people die short lives, but if the reborn man is accompanied by another person who is also using the ghost technique to rebirth, then the powerful person will absorb the essence of another weak person, causing another person's physical deterioration to weaken gradually."

Chu Chengxun was stunned and looked at her incredulously, "I don't know that there are such things."

"You don't know much about it. If you want to see if there are any powerful people around the princess, you can absorb the essence of her body. Maybe the root is on this person." the householder paused and laughed. "That person will not be you. You must be stronger than a weak woman. You may have absorbed her essence."

When the night came to the prime minister's house, Xue ronghua took off his mourning clothes, put the flowers in his temples on the table, looked at himself as pale as paper in the mirror, raised his hand to chuaier, "I look really bad recently. Go and bring me a bowl of red jujube soup."

Pendant nodded and said, "do you want to take some more donkey hide gelatin cakes? Miss will look better after eating these."

Xue ronghua yawned wearily. "Go get it and come back quickly, or I'll sleep when you come over."

Looking at the stars outside the window, she counted a few. Pendant came in a hurry with a plate. "Miss, you know, when the maid went to the backyard to cook soup, she happened to meet Mrs. Xing. Do you remember her?"

There are too many women in the prime minister's house. She had dealt with Mrs. song in those years. "What, Mrs. Xing, isn't the master gone? Why are you still in the house at this time? Is there no place to go?"

"When Mrs. Xing was a child, she held a young lady. When she met her, she was just about to go back to her son's house in the countryside. When she left, she saw a light in the kitchen, so she came to say hello to her."

Xue ronghua tasted a mouthful of red jujube soup, but it was still slightly sweet and greasy. "Did she tell you something terrible? I think you're so excited that the master won't come back from the coffin?"

Chuaier could hardly cry or laugh. "Don't joke, miss. It's a big deal. Mrs. Xing said that someone came from the Imperial Palace and specifically asked about Miss."

"Ask what I do. Don't the emperor know my origin," Xue ronghua rolled his eyes. "Just ask. What Mrs. Xing said is not that. I'm afraid she'll say something in her servant's mouth."

"But they are especially interested in the matter of Miss's illness," chui'er frowned. "They have asked back and forth many times for this matter."

Xue ronghua's whole body stiffened, and he immediately understood when he got sick. "You mean someone in the Imperial Palace came to inquire about my illness. They asked what to do. People eat cereals. How can they not get sick?"

Zhui'er wondered, "slaves and maidservants think so, too. They are too boring. If you have the Kung Fu this time, you might as well serve those maidens and come to the prime minister's house to ask what the young lady did. However, it was strange that the young lady was ill at that time. They don't suspect that the disease will lead to the young lady's inability to have children?"

Xue ronghua lowered his eyelids and panicked in his heart, but it was not easy to show it, so he had to show a faint smile, "don't care about them. I'm not too sick to have children, but it has an impact on the wedding date. The Emperor sees that I'm always sick. He's afraid I'll delay again and again and won't be able to marry Duanwang."

Zhui'er glanced. "You say how the emperor cares about miss so much. He used to ignore it. I'm afraid he doesn't have any opinion even if Miss goes to Qi again."

Xue ronghua's lips showed a faint smile, "look at today, it's not sure whether it's the emperor's meaning or who's meaning. Now we're in big trouble."

"What's the trouble? I can't understand what the maid said."

Xue ronghua pulled her close to him. Her eyes were as deep as Youjing. "You think my temperament immediately changed after I was ill, don't you know why?"

Zhui'er was stunned, biting his lips and said, "Miss, did you exchange souls with others?"

Xue ronghua stared at her, "how do you know? Do you know the exchange of souls?"

"Ah? Don't get me wrong, young lady. I don't know what soul exchange is, but when I go to the street, I hear a lot of what the Jianghu warlock says and just say a word," pendant looked at her flustered. "Did the young lady really exchange souls with others? It seems that what the Jianghu warlock said is true?"

Xue ronghua took a cold breath and said, "it's true, but someone should be suspicious of my identity, and even want to expose my identity to others, and then calculate me."

Pendant son wondered, "who did miss exchange soul with? Who wants to murder miss?"

"I'll explain this to you slowly, but you must promise me one thing," Xue ronghua said with a determined light in his eyes. "You must not tell anyone what I told you. You must keep this secret for me. If anyone knows about it, we'll all be finished."

Chu Chengxun stood by the window in a long water blue shirt. When Chu Zongge passed by, he inadvertently looked at him, raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "the king looks unhappy."

Chu Chengxun pursed his lips and said, "does Duan Wang know that there is a resident Liu Yuan?"

"What kind of monk?" Chu Zong's song aroused a faint smile. "Most of these monks are charlatans. Uncle Huang didn't see any tricks in the street. Did you come to talk to me?"

"You haven't heard of resident Liu Yuan. Do you know the art of soul taking," Chu Chengxun looked at him deeply. "This should be more famous than resident Liu Yuan, more like a thing from the mouth of a Jianghu Warlock."

The smile on Chu Zongge's lips was stiff, and his surprise had been leaked from the bottom of his eyes. He pretended to calm down and closed his hand, "Uncle Huang, what's the matter with you? You're a Dementor and what kind of monk. Don't you want to cultivate immortals in the house?"

"Do you know the art of soul taking?" Chu Chengxun pointed out immediately as soon as his eyes brightened. "Is the reason why the princess to be is weak in the art of soul taking?"

Chu Zongge looked at him steadily and said dumbly, "you didn't explain what this is and what Dementor is. Maybe I heard it in the mouth of an artist in the palace when I was a child."

"You clearly know the art of soul taking. What lives in the body of the princess to be is probably the soul of another woman," Chu Chengxun half narrowed his eyes. "Did you know that the princess to be was reborn, or did you..."

"Did Uncle Huang care too much about my princess? When she was bored, he took her to the Lantern Festival, took her to the street to eat wonton, and booed her when she was ill," Chu Zongge said. "Did Uncle Huang care too much about my princess?"

Chu Chengxun was stunned and said indifferently: "Liu Yuan Jie is a hidden doctor. I told her the symptoms of the princess, and she immediately saw that she had become the soul because of the demyst. She also said that she was not everyone who was born again to be ill because of Dementors. As long as there was another strong physique born around her, she would be sucked out of the essence by the stronger man, so that she would be sick slowly. Slow down life, so as to move towards the end of life. "

Chu Zongge raised his lips and smiled, "Uncle Huang seems to believe this strange monk very much. Since he is so powerful, why don't you invite her to come and sit down in the house, so as to open my eyes."

"I asked her to come to the house to ask you what you mean," Chu Chengxun clenched his hands into fists. "She's staying in the inn now. If you agree, I'll ask her to come and see the princess, but her asking price is very high. Only a box of gold can heal her."

Chu Zongge waved to him, brushed his sleeve and left, "don't say it's a box of gold. As long as she can cure the princess to be, I'll give him even ten boxes of gold. If Uncle Huang is so kind, just go and invite her."

Chu Chengxun pursed his lips into a line. "If you say so, I'm too relieved. Just go and ask for a miracle doctor. However, the prospective princess is not in the house and has to wait for her to come back from the prime minister's house. Anyway, there is a miracle doctor. If anyone else is troubled by soul taking, it's better to solve it together."

Chu Zongge's footsteps stopped, and his eyes turned cold, "just look at the princess."