A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 117 The Feng Family

The capital was bustling with activity. Recently, He Sui'an had been studying in the courtyard. Xiang He didn't want to disturb him, so she didn't insist on going out. Instead, she went to the market with Zhu Nan. Besides inquiring about the master, she also bought a lot of vegetable seeds.

Looking at that large open space, I couldn't help but think of my life on the mountain before. All of us disciples followed our master to grow vegetables on the mountain, and we didn't have to go down the mountain for half a year.

She misses the old days, when she felt fulfilled with every task she did.

As Xiang He wielded his hoe, the three of them worked tirelessly to turn over a large vegetable patch. With just a little soiling, the vegetables could be planted soon, and they would be self-sufficient and comfortable.

"The young lady is very knowledgeable about farming."

Xiang He wiped away his sweat. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Winter was long gone, and he no longer needed to wear cumbersome cotton-padded clothes.

“In the past, our master often led us to do chores. While we were working, we could also get some exercise. We should all move around more and not be like that guy in the story, who just sits down and reads books all day long.”

"Young master is working hard for the imperial examination, so naturally he cannot be distracted."

Xing Ji and Zhu Nan seemed very loyal. Putting aside any conspiracy theories, the fact that she rescued the assassins felt somewhat contrived.

With a "snap" sound beside her ear, Xiang He abandoned her distracting thoughts, squatted down, and kneaded the soil. It was still moist enough.

Zhu Nan also squatted down and humbly asked.

As the two were discussing matters related to soil, Xing Ji walked in from the main gate.

He glanced at He Sui'an, who was engrossed in reading, then walked over to Xiang He and clasped his hands in greeting. "Miss, I've learned that the third young lady of the Qionghua Pavilion owner went on a long trip half a month ago and fell seriously ill upon her return. The owner has consulted many doctors, but to no avail."

"A serious illness? What kind of serious illness is so difficult to treat?"

Xing Ji recounted, "That third young lady would sometimes make a huge fuss, sometimes talk to herself, and even attempted suicide several times. The boss went to see the master, but there was no progress. He could only arrange for more people to watch over her to prevent her from losing her life."

At this moment, Zhu Nan leaned over and asked, "Miss, would you like to go take a look?"

Xiang He pouted slightly, then turned to look at He Suian, "Just going to take a look?"

He Sui'an, who was inside, looked up and nodded at her. He clapped his hands, got up, took the cloth bag and the large umbrella, and went out with Zhu Nan.

Watching the two close the door, Xing Ji walked to He Suian's side and handed him a letter, "Young Master, a letter from Young Master Liu."

He Sui'an put down his book and opened the envelope. "Where is he?"

"On the ship bound for Beijing, along with the cargo."

He Sui'an simply raised his hand without speaking, while Xing Ji stepped aside, one reading the letter and the other brewing tea.

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Qionghua Pavilion is the largest restaurant in the capital, serving hundreds of guests every day.

As the owner of Qionghua Pavilion, the boss, Feng Fujing, had extensive connections, ranging from laborers and merchants to imperial relatives.

It wasn't hard for word to spread about what happened in his family, and some people even sought his help by asking a doctor to come, but to no avail.

As Xiang He and Zhu Nan strolled down the street, they occasionally overheard people gossiping, saying that Feng Jiaojiao was possessed by an evil spirit and that someone had been invited to her house to check on her that day.

This was exactly what Xiang He wanted; let's see how capable that person really is.

"Girl, this way."

They arrived at the bustling West Market and finally reached their destination after wandering through the streets and alleys. The mansion had a grand gate with two gatekeepers watching over it, clearly indicating that it belonged to a wealthy family.

The two did not approach, but only watched from a distance, because there was a carriage in front of the gate, and a middle-aged man dressed in Taoist robes got off. Several people hurriedly ran in from inside the gate, one of whom was pot-bellied and dressed in gold, making no attempt to hide his wealth.

He hurriedly invited the Taoist priest into the house, with servants behind him helping to carry his luggage. Judging from the appearance, he had everything he needed.

Xiang He glanced at the alley next door and asked, "Shall we go to the backyard?"

Zhu Nan has become accustomed to eavesdropping lately, and she's used to it.

The two slipped silently into the alley, walked quite a distance, and circled around halfway before finally reaching the backyard.

There were no people passing by, and it faced someone else's back door.

Xiang He looked up at the wall and said, "If we go up there in broad daylight, we'll be easily spotted, won't we?"

"Please come with me, young lady."

Xiang He immediately turned around and followed him. After walking for a short while, there was a big tree standing by the wall, and its branches extended into the courtyard.

"How did you discover this great place?"

Zhu Nan didn't speak, but simply reached out. Xiang He immediately raised her arm, and Zhu Nan grabbed her arm and leaped up. After landing, they found a spot with many branches and leaves and squatted down.

Looking down, the backyard was clearly visible, and Xiang He couldn't help but sigh, "If someone wanted to go in and steal, it would be so easy."

Zhu Nan turned her head to look at her, winked at Xiang He, and chuckled, "We're not people with ulterior motives, we're...we're just gathering information..."

Even after saying it, he himself didn't believe it.

Zhu Nan pursed his lips. Ever since he met this girl, they often squatted by the wall. It wasn't like this before; they used to sneak up on rooftops at night.

With just that thought in mind, Zhu Nan immediately focused her attention on what was below.

The Taoist priests who had just entered had already come over, and Xiang He pulled the branches and leaves in front of her to block the view.

Suddenly, there was a banging on the door. The two women looked down at a door that had been smashed open by a stool. Two maids ran out in a panic, one of them still clutching her bleeding forehead.

"Get away! Get away from me!"

The voice was sharp and fierce, and another stool was thrown out, causing the maids outside to quickly dodge.

Perhaps because the sound was so loud, Feng Fujing was startled and hurriedly told the Taoist priest to go and take a look.

Xiang He desperately wanted to see Feng Jiaojiao inside, but she was just going crazy in the room and wouldn't move an inch.

This made her very curious about what was in the room.

At this moment, the Taoist priest had already entered the courtyard and instructed all the maids to leave. Feng Fujing hurriedly waved his hand, and the maids ran out in a panic.

The Taoist priest ordered his servants to bring over a long table, on which he placed all sorts of sacrificial items, everything was there, quite comprehensively.

The Taoist priest took a few steps forward, and another vase was thrown out of the room, nearly hitting him.

"Taoist priest, be careful!"

The Taoist priest did not go in, but instead flicked his whisk and began to make hand gestures. He moved so fast that Xiang He could not even see clearly.

Suddenly his expression turned serious. "Mr. Feng, your lady must be possessed by a ghost. I must perform a ritual to exorcise the evil spirit!"

Hearing him speak with such conviction, Feng Fujing's heart also tightened. "Taoist Master, do you know what kind of ghost it is? Why is it suddenly clinging to Jiaojiao?"

"This thing is lewd and wicked. It has taken a fancy to the Third Miss's beauty and is harassing her, wanting to be with her after death! How vicious!"

Feng Fujing's initial disbelief turned into shock as he nodded, "Then please hurry up and save our Jiaojiao!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, I will definitely exorcise that ghost."

"Thank you for your help, Daoist Master."

As the Taoist priest drew his peach wood sword, rang the magic bell, and began chanting, he slapped the peach wood sword onto the yellow paper on the table, easily sticking the paper on and lighting the candles on the table.

He put down the magic bell, grabbed a handful of rice from the bowl, and threw it in. The candle flames burst into flames that shot into the sky. "Break!"

At his command, screams erupted from inside—

"Father, save me! Save me!"