"Don't ask," said Chengguan Guoshi.
Xianzong said, "What happened to the host master?"
Chengguan Guoshi looked at Xianzong and said, "The poor monk means that the Holy One should not ask about the Yongsheng Temple."
Xianzong said: "Is it alright if I don't ask now? Guo Shi, you said, did Wuhuan come to me to play in Fengtian?"
Chengguan National Teacher began to clean up the chessboard.
Xianzong pressed Cheng Guan's hand and said, "Guo Shi, I heard that you were at peace with Wuhuan in Yongsheng Temple. Is that really the case?"
"Yongsheng Temple," Chengguan Guoshi smiled bitterly and said, "Chen Qichen was killed by Her Royal Highness Princess?"
Xianzong shook his head in a hurry and said, "How could Linglong kill someone? These two eminent monks should be in Wuhuan's hands now."
"What else did the princess say to the saint?"
"What can that girl say?" Xianzong said: "She told me not to worry about the Yongsheng Temple, but now the two disciples who preside over the master are in Fengtian, can I not worry about it?"
Guo Shi Chengguan smiled and said, "Whether it's a blessing or a disaster, since you can't avoid it, then you can bear it."
Xianzong was bothered to talk to these eminent monks. After talking for a long time, it was like saying nothing! "National teacher, what do you think I will suffer?" Xianzong asked.
"Watching a play," Chengguan Guoshi said to Xianzong, "What does the matter of Yongsheng Temple have to do with the Sage?"
"Ah?" Xianzong said, "What about Linglong's poisoning of Wen Fenglin? Linglong also injured a few people around Wen Fenglin. These have nothing to do with me?"
"Wuhuan and the young master are in the same city," Chengguan National Master took his hand out of Xianzong's hands and whispered: "The host master is more willing to believe that the poisoning of the young master is what Wuhuan did."
Xianzong is happy, nothing else.
Chengguan Guoshi frowned.
Xianzong stood up and said: "The national teacher, you continue to play chess, and I will go to rest."
Before the National Teacher Chengguan could get up to see him off, Xianzong had already left the house. When the national teacher walked outside the house, Xianzong had already sat on the chariot, and he didn't know which concubine's palace he went to.
"Let the ministers of the imperial study all disperse," Xianzong ordered while sitting in the chariot: "The matter of tonight will be discussed in the morning tomorrow."
A eunuch took the order and ran to the imperial study.
The group walked towards the Fragrant Cloud Palace of Concubine Hua.
Concubine Hua received news that the sage had come to her, she was busy under the service of the palace servants, she hurriedly dressed up, and brought the palace servants and eunuchs of Xiangyun Palace out of the palace to welcome Xianzong.
Xianzong saw the concubine Hua standing in front of the Xiangyun Palace, but he remembered something and said to the eunuch who was carrying the chariot: "Forget it, go to the study."
Concubine Hua watched helplessly as Xianzong approached her and walked away without even sending a servant to give her a word. Concubine Hua was shocked and angry. Since entering the palace as a concubine, Xianzong has never made her so shameless. !
Xianzong couldn't care about his woman's face now, so he ordered someone to go to his private treasury when he was walking on the road, and gave him a box of silver ingots. When he got to the study, he ordered the palace servants to go to the palace, and called Yu Xiaoxiao out.
Yu Xiaoxiao looked at a box of silver, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she said, "This is for me?"
Xianzong said: "You are married, and you want to support you? You send this to the little friend you know tonight."
Yu Xiaoxiao stood still, she knew where Wuhuan lived
Xianzong said: "If you break other people's things, you have to pay for a new one, do you understand?"
Yu Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "I'll give him a mask."
Xianzong stroked his forehead, patted the armrest of the carriage and called, "Is cloth and silver the same thing? You give me to go quickly! Hurry up!"
At this time, in a small courtyard in the northern city of the capital, a monk walked into a small hut with a pot of hot water, poured hot water into the teapot on the table, and said respectfully, "Master, the water has been boiled, Have a drink."
"Jing Mo lives in Deyi Winery?" Wuhuan asked.
The monk nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that the eldest prince has repeatedly postponed his return to China, but I don't know why."
"Which prince from Fengtian did he choose as his proton? The seventh prince?" Wuhuan asked again.
"It's the sixth prince, Yu Ziming," the monk replied.
Then Yu Linglong didn't show her favor to herself for the proton matter, but to please Jing Mo, Wuhuan gave a "hmm" and said, "I see, you go down."
The monk glanced at the teacup that was still full of water, then bowed his head and stepped out.
Wuhuan sat under the lamp and drank a cup of hot tea, watched the flickering candlelight for a while, then got up, left the hut, and walked towards the backyard.
Chen Qi and Chen Mie woke up from the coma and found themselves lying on the cold and damp masonry floor, with water droplets constantly falling from the masonry above their heads, making this stone house feel like it was raining lightly, and even the air was gloomy and cold.
Chen Qi Chen Mo was unable to speak or move. He could only look at a white wax lit on the opposite wall. The light was bigger than a bean, and the place it could illuminate was pitifully small.
I don't know how long I waited, Shimen was pushed open from the outside, and Chen Qichenmai saw Wuhuan wearing a wooden mask come in.
Wuhuan looked at the two eminent monks of Yongsheng Temple who were thrown to the ground by his subordinates, and flicked his sleeves.
The wind blew through the dust, and the dust extinguished the sealed dumb hole. After the two coughed a few times, the throat could make a sound.
"You shouldn't have come," Chen Qineng said to Wuhuan after he spoke.
"Why did Fenglin come to Fengtian?" Wuhuan asked.
Chen Mie said: "Only the young master knows this."
"Did Mo Wen let him come, or did he come by himself?" Wu Huan asked.
Chen Qi said: "The presiding officer is here."
"Fenglin doesn't know that he will die if he leaves Yongsheng Temple?" Wuhuan still asked coldly.
"Wuhuan," Chen Mie leaned against the wall, looked at Wuhuan and said, "If the young master dies, will the presiding officer let you go? You can't be the young master of Yongsheng Temple, you are the national master of Zhuri. , Master Master did not treat you badly, why do you just want to complain and hate, you are a disciple raised by Master Master himself, so you don't know how to be grateful at all?"
A dull laughter came from behind the wooden mask, and Wu Huan smiled and said: "Thank you? I am not a ghost now, who do I want to thank?"
Chen Qichenming looked at Wuhuan who was still wearing a black robe. They remembered what the young master Wuhuan was like back then. The candlelight cast a heavy shadow on the wooden mask. Just like the shadow outside the light, it is somber and colder, no longer the same as it used to be.
"Wuhuan," Chen Qi moved his eyes to the side, and stopped looking at Wuhuan: "Are you going to be an enemy of Yongsheng Temple? If you kill the young master, the presiding master can accept more disciples, and there will still be new ones in Yongsheng Temple. Young Master, did you become stupid after you left Yongsheng Temple?"
Wuhuan kicked the dust.
Chen Mie shouted: "Wuhuan!"
Chen Qi's chest was kicked out of a hole by Wu Huan, the bright red heart fell out of the body, and after a slight beating on the ground for a while, it slowly stopped on the bloody brick.
"You," Chen Mie glared at Wu Huan.
Wuhuan's feet stepped on Chen Mie's chest, and the eyes behind the wooden mask were filled with hatred.
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