There are not many monks in Huguo Temple who can use the word "death" to announce the death. The monk who asked the question changed his face when he heard the word "death". He didn't hear that several eminent monks in the temple were dying of illness. Yes.
The monk in charge said in a trembling voice: "Everything is decided by the young master, so you and I don't have to say more."
Several monks came out of the inner hall carrying a silver-plated lotus throne that could be sat cross-legged by one person. I don't know which monk accidentally let go, and the lotus throne slammed to the ground with a loud bang. The monks in the Secular Affairs Hall were startled by their tinnitus and couldn't recover for a while.
Monk Beiji was standing in the courtyard of the kitchen. When the little monk with a wooden tray walked past him, Beiji said, "Come here."
The little monk didn't dare to look up, and stood down in front of Bei Ji, his hands holding the tray trembling slightly because they were too hard.
Bei Ji picked up the soup in the tray and put it under his nose to smell it. The smell of medicine was there, but it was much lighter than he thought. Putting the soup back into the tray, Bei Ji waved at the little monk. Said: "You go."
The little monk answered yes and walked to his companion with the tray, and the two little monks left side by side.
Yu Xiaoxiao is squatting on the roof of the kitchen at the moment, she originally wanted to follow this Wen Fenglin person to find the former imperial husband, the dead scumbag, just to see this monk standing in the courtyard and talking to other monks After talking, Yu Xiaoxiao didn't have the patience to wait, jumped from the roof, and the small body that had not yet grown passed the wall and left the courtyard.
Bei Ji stood in the courtyard and said to the old monk standing in front of him: "There is not much medicine added, you are only adding to the pain of Cheng Guan. If I were Cheng Guan, I would definitely not be grateful to you."
This old monk is skinny, with white hair and beard, but he doesn't give off a kind feeling like the average old man. After listening to Bei Ji's words, this old monk frowned. He made soup that kills people not once or twice. Now, how could the dose be less
Bei Ji didn't wait for the old monk to speak, and said, "Let's go to the young master. He hasn't eaten for a day. You also persuade him to persuade him."
The old monk nodded, and the two walked out of the kitchen courtyard one after the other.
Yu Xiaoxiao followed the little monk carrying the wooden tray all the way, and finally walked into a courtyard built with rockery and flowing water. There were many phalaenopsis plants in the courtyard. It was the flowering season of phalaenopsis. Orchids are in full bloom, and a person like Yu Xiaoxiao, who has no aesthetic ability, also feels relaxed and happy when he sees this full of emerald purple.
The little monk walked down the corridor and knocked lightly on the closed door.
A child's cry, along with these knocks on the door, came from the meditation room.
"Wangyue, don't cry."
"Master!"
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't know who the little boy who was crying and talking was, but Yu Xiaoxiao, who only called Wang Yue once, recognized him. Isn't this the national teacher of Chengguan? She went to Wen Fenglin to find the national teacher here.
"National teacher," the little monk outside the door asked in a low voice, "Can the little monk come in?"
Cheng Guan said in the meditation room, "Come in."
In response, the little monk pushed the door and entered the house.
"I'll come," Yu Xiaoxiao stepped forward from behind the little monk, reached out and took the tray into his own.
Suddenly, a person appeared from behind. Even if the little monk was a monk, he was instantly frightened to death. He stood stiffly in front of the door, not daring to move.
Yu Xiaoxiao was unaware of the little monk's fright. He entered the house with a tray in one hand, and without looking at the people in the house, he said, "Guo Shi, I am Yu Xiao, no, I am Yu Xiao. Exquisite."
Cheng Guan put on new clothes and was about to die. When he saw Yu Xiaoxiao walking into the meditation room, he was no less frightened than the little monk standing at the door.
Yu Xiaoxiao came to Chengguan, put the tray on the small table across her and Chengguan, and said, "Guo Shi, it's so late, you haven't eaten yet?"
National Teacher Chengguan's mind turned quickly, put away the shock on his face, and smiled at Yu Xiao: "How come the princess is here?"
"Uh," Yu Xiaoxiao was really embarrassed by talking nonsense. After thinking about it for a long time, Her Royal Highness said to Cheng Guan, "I'm just here to go shopping."
Are there people who go to the monk temple without sleeping in the middle of the night
Not to mention the national teacher Chengguan, even the little monk Wangyue standing beside the national teacher despised Her Royal Highness the princess. This nonsense is too low!
At this moment, Yu Xiaoxiao took another look at Wang Yue, who was crying with tears and snot on her face. She has always been very loving to the child, Instructor Yu, and said, "Why do you cry like this? Did you do something wrong? Hurt? Are you dead?"
The little monk Wangyue opened his mouth and shook his head, not understanding why he was just crying, the princess suspected him of killing.
Yu Xiao: "It's not a big problem if you don't die. If you correct your mistakes, you will be a good boy in the future."
Wangyue looked at her master, and the sad feeling in her heart suddenly faded a lot. Her Royal Highness, the princess, can't be a fool, right
Cheng Guan said, "Princess, have you seen the letter the poor monk sent you?"
Yu Xiao: "What letter?" She is illiterate in this world, and even if she receives a letter, it is for nothing.
As soon as Chengguan heard Yu Xiaoxiao say this, he said, "It's okay, princess, it's getting late, you should go back to the concubine's side."
Yu Xiaoxiao and Cheng Guan sat down across a small table, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, Xiao Gu is asleep, so I'll see you, Guo Shi, you won't eat?"
The concubine fell asleep, so I came to see you, the national teacher Chengguan thought about Yu Xiaoxiao's words, and always felt that there was something wrong with these words, right
Yu Xiaoxiao saw that Cheng Guan didn't move his chopsticks, reached out and took a bun to eat.
Cheng Guan didn't even try to stop him.
The expected meat buns were not eaten, Yu Xiaoxiao took a bite of the green vegetables and shiitake mushrooms in his mouth, and muttered, "Why not meat buns? Guo Shi, people have to eat meat, you are not a rabbit."
Before Cheng Guan could speak, the young monk Wangyue couldn't help but say, "My master is a monk, how can he eat meat?"
Oh, by the way, Yu Xiaoxiao remembered that monks don't eat meat, but Yu Xiaoxiao glanced at Cheng Guan who was sitting in front of her, and gave a blank look to the little monk Wangyue. I don't know the direction of the plot. What about the monks of the national teacher? In the end, didn't she become the concubine of the cruel queen
"Cheng Guan," two monks came out of the door at this time, and pushed the little monk standing outside the door to one side. One of the monks said, "You haven't eaten yet?"
Another monk looked at Yu Xiao: "Your Highness Princess is also here?"
Yu Xiaoxiao looked back at these two, the other two people beside Wen Fenglin.
Cheng Guan said in a low voice, "I have nowhere to go, what are you two worried about?"
A monk stepped into the meditation room, looked at Cheng Guan and said coldly: "Young Master treats you like this is already lenient."
Chengguan looked at the soup in front of him and smiled bitterly, not letting too many people know that he was executed for treason. of leniency.
Note to readers:
The second is more offered. But yesterday, my relatives left a message to support Meiguo, and I saw the plum fruit. Thank you, my parents. It's all good. Without the support of my parents, Meiguo would have been out of the country long ago. I don't know what to do.