"Is the princess not leaving?" Chengguan asked Yu Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head, and in just a short while, the three vegetable buns had already entered Her Royal Highness's stomach.
Cheng Guan sighed lightly, and reached out to take the soup.
Wangyue glanced at her master, and then at the two monks who went to the temple, her body in small monk clothes trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Xiaoxiao was still looking at the two people beside Wen Fenglin. The monk who pulled the merchants from the Japanese kingdom out of the ground with his bare hands was standing behind her now. Now this monk is not wearing a veil to cover his face, Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the appearance of this man, and did not understand how a vicious person could become a monk? It's almost like being in the army, right
"Master," Wang Yue called out to Cheng Guan with a cry when she saw that her master was about to drink soup.
Chengguan Chong Wangyue smiled comfortingly.
Yu Xiaoxiao turned around and saw that Chengguan was about to drink soup. Her Royal Highness was immediately embarrassed. Although the water in the pot won't kill you, is it okay for the national teacher to drink the water in the pot
"Princess," Cheng watched Yu Xiaoxiao look at himself again, and whispered to Yu Xiaoxiao: "In the future, you will have a good life with your concubine, things are impermanent, you have to support each other."
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't know much about the impermanence of things in the world, and the water in the pot in Cheng Guan's hand made Her Royal Highness very upset.
"Princess, you have to promise the poor monk," Cheng Guan and Yu Xiao.
Yu Xiao carefully said what did I promise you? If you haven't become a concubine, do you want to look at me so affectionately? Her Royal Highness stretched out her hand and took the soup bowl from the hands of National Master Chengguan, and said, "Is this soup delicious? It's cold, what else do you drink? Pour it out."
"Princess!" The fierce-faced monk saw Yu Xiaoxiao grabbing the soup, and immediately gave Yu Xiaoxiao a drink.
Yu Xiaoxiao poured the soup behind her easily. Although it was a pot of water mixed with the soup, what was there to drink with the medicinal soup? Thinking of this, Her Royal Highness no longer feels guilty for wasting food.
The two monks stepped forward together, trying to grab the soup from Yu Xiaoxiao's hand, and then force Chengguan to drink the soup. Neither of them thought that the two of them would pour out the soup when Her Royal Highness said it, a bowl of soup. It was so hard to die that it splashed all over the monk with a vicious face, and a few drops even splashed into the monk's eyes.
"Beizhou!" Another monk Beiyuan called out the name of his companion, pulling the Beizhou monk whose eyes were instantly swollen back.
"Princess!" Cheng watched Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly turn his face and hurt someone, so he got up in a hurry and blocked Yu Xiaoxiao behind him.
"The poor monk's eyes!" Beizhou monk shouted, covering his eyes.
Yu Xiaoxiao stuck her head out from behind Cheng Guan, looked at Beizhou's eyes that were swollen into rotten peach in the blink of an eye, and asked suspiciously, "Is there anyone else allergic to pot water?" In the apocalypse, poison is impossible to use It belongs to humans, so Yu Xiaoxiao has never seen people poisoned, and the first reaction is that this monk is allergic to pot-washing water.
Monk Beiyuan stared at Yu Xiaoxiao, who was being guarded by Cheng Guan, and said, "Princess, do you know the fate of being an enemy of our Yongsheng Temple?"
Oops, Yu Xiaoxiao came out from behind Cheng Guan, if this is the rhythm of fighting.
Cheng Guan said: "Princess, don't mind me, go back first."
Yu Xiaoxiao patted Chengguan, took her hand, and said, "This thing doesn't seem right. Don't be afraid of the National Teacher, I am there for everything."
At this time, in the Buddhist hall where Master Fenglin was located, the smile on the face of the big-bellied Arhat statue looked a little distorted and weird under the flickering candlelight.
Bei Ji and the old monk are both persuading Master Fenglin to eat some meals.
Master Fenglin whispered, "Did you send something to Chengguan?"
Bei Jing hurriedly said: "It has been sent, and Beizhou and Beiyuan have also passed."
"Cheng Guan was at odds with my senior brother when he was in the temple," Master Fenglin sighed, "But I don't have any grudges with him."
Bei Ji took a few steps forward, stood next to Master Fenglin, and said, "Master, Chengguan betrays the temple, if it falls into the hands of the presiding master, he is afraid that he will live in misery, and the young master treats him already. It's all righteousness."
The old monk sighed silently. Chengguan was an extremely intelligent person. When he talked about Buddhism in Yongsheng Temple back then, no one could stand by his side. If he didn't get along with Wuhuan, how could Chengguan be sent to Fengtian? This small country came to be a national teacher? Now Master Fenglin kept saying that he didn't kill Chengguan for the sake of his brother's unhappiness. How could he be able to identify Chengguan as a traitor based on a mere letter
"Where's the meal?" Master Fenglin asked at this time.
The old monk was busy carrying the jade tray and walked forward. Before approaching Master Fenglin, the old monk also looked at the soup in the jade tray and smelled the soup. People who are used to poisons only smell a The taste is very strong, the taste of sweet noodle sauce. The old monk's brows were wrinkled, how could the cook monk of Huguo Temple make soup with this flavor
Bei Ji saw that Master Fenglin finally wanted something to eat, but he couldn't get it, and saw the old monk walking forward, came over and took the jade tray from the old monk's hand, and asked, "Is there something wrong with this meal? ?"
The old monk shook his head. This meal was made by the chef and monk who stared at Huguo Temple with his own eyes. What could be wrong
Bei Ji looked at the old monk and shook his head. Holding a jade tray, he walked quickly to Master Fenglin, and whispered, "Master, these meals are still hot, you can use some."
Master Fenglin glanced at the meals that Bei Ji brought to him. They were all plain and bland things, which fit his taste, but Princess Linglong seemed to be ignorant. Feeling suffocated in his heart, looking at the steaming meal, he has no appetite at all.
Bei Ji saw that Young Master Fenglin couldn't see the chopsticks, and persuaded: "Even if Young Master doesn't want to use it, he should use some soup to warm his stomach."
"Put it down," Master Fenglin said.
Bei Ji was helpless and had to gently place the jade tray in front of Master Fenglin.
The old monk said at this time: "Master, the poor monk wants to go and see Chengguan."
Master Fenglin nodded and said, "You also drop by to see if the monks at Huguo Temple are ready for the ritual after Chengguan passes away."
"Yes," the old monk responded to Master Fenglin and exited the Buddhist hall.
Bei Ji persuaded: "Young Master, use some of it."
Master Fenglin picked up the soup, dug a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, and put it into his mouth.
Bei Ji said from the side: "Master, how long do we have to stay in Fengtian?"
A mouthful of soup came into his mouth, and Master Fenglin choked on the taste of sweet noodle sauce. What kind of soup is this
Bei Ji didn't notice the change in Young Master Fenglin's expression, but still stood there and said: "The poor monk thinks that Young Master should go to Zhuri, and the National Master Wuhuan had already ordered someone to send a letter to the Young Master, and asked the Young Master to go to Zhuri to see him. , why didn't the young master go?"
At this time, Master Fenglin only felt a sore throat, and the strength in his hands became unable to hold the bowl of soup. A bowl of soup fell to the ground, and the smell of sweet noodle sauce instantly wafted into the air of the Buddhist hall.
Note to readers:
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