The girl suddenly squealed and sat down on the ground, and said softly: "My foot is twisted, please carry me over." As she said this, she blinked her big eyes and looked at Ye Wuji.
When Ye Wuji saw her like this, he took a few steps back and hid further.
"You were fine just now, why did you suddenly twist?" Ye Wuji said, "I didn't touch you at all, and I don't have any money. Don't even think about relying on me."
Ye Wuji's incomprehensible and charming behavior made the girl secretly grit her teeth in anger.
Shi Yuan took two steps forward and said to the girl: "Your Highness, this is Jiang Qianhu's good friend."
"Are you that guy's friend?" When the girl heard what Shi Yuan said, she immediately lost her legs and became weak. She snorted, rolled her eyes at Ye Wuji, turned around and left.
"What's going on with her?" Ye Wuji looked at Shi Yuan in confusion.
"This Princess Xinning is the youngest daughter of Prince Duan. She has been pampered since she was a child, so she is spoiled and willful and often flirts with beautiful young people." Shi Yuan's words were full of disdain for this princess.
"I think this princess looks quite cute."
"If you knew what happened to the teenagers who were abandoned by her, you wouldn't feel this way."
There were one dirty thing after another in the capital. If it weren't for people like Zen Master Zhixin, Jiang Yunguang, Zhan Qingfeng, and Brother Shi, Ye Wuji would really not have a good impression of this place at all.
Zen Master Zhixin had already made tea. When he saw the two of them entering the tea room, Zen Master Zhixin immediately served them tea.
"The tea here, Zen Master, has an unusual taste." Ye Wuji took a sip and praised.
"It's just a wild tea growing on its own in the back mountains. It doesn't deserve praise from my friends."
"Wild tea is the best. Only when you are unfettered can you see your true nature." Shi Yuan said, "If the branches are carefully taken care of, and the branches are pruned slightly out of order, they will look neat at first glance. The tea growers will be happy to see them. But the tea itself has no taste."
The Zen master lowered his eyes, shook the teapot gently, and said: "Wild tea is as good as wild tea, and garden tea is as wonderful as garden tea. For example, there are all kinds of laws in the world and various forms of life. Each has its own taste. It depends on how each person chooses."
Ye Wuji gently sipped the tea cup on the table, causing both of them to look at her.
"I say you two, just drink tea well. Why are you trying to be pretentious? It doesn't matter what kind of tea it is, as long as it tastes good!"
Zen Master Zhixin said with a smile: "Exactly, after all, it is what you put in your mouth, as long as it tastes good."
There was a banana-leaf qin in the room, and Zen Master Dao Kong would inevitably find it boring to sit there and sip tea. He asked Shi Yuan to play a piece on the qin, but Shi Yuan saw that Ye Wuji was happy and did not refuse.
Before the song was finished, there was a sudden noise outside the door. The cries of women and the scolding of men made the noise louder and louder, and the three of them could no longer sit still and listen to the piano.
A young novice knocked on the door hurriedly: "Zen Master, Zen Master! Please come out."
"What happened?" The Zen Master opened the door and asked.
"For some reason, Princess Dong, who came to offer incense in the palace, had a conflict with Princess Xinning. The two parties were making a noise, and it looked like they were about to fight!"
When Zen Master Zhixin heard this, his expression changed drastically and he took a few steps forward.
"Zen Master!" Shi Yuan called him from behind.
Zen Master Zhixin stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. After a few breaths, the Zen master opened his eyes, and the expression on his face returned to calm.
In the main hall, Princess Xinning was crying and acting up. A few sticks of incense were scattered on the ground in front of her.
"Father, this is the woman! I was about to burn incense when she suddenly bumped into me and knocked all my incense away! How unlucky this is!"
Concubine Dong's face was pale and her lips were purple, her figure was like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she was almost crumbling just standing there. She lowered her head and said nothing while listening to Princess Xinning's accusation.
King Duan was obese and could not take more than two steps without gasping for breath. In order to carry him to the Huguo Temple, four sets of bearers were required. Even so, the few steps from the entrance to the palace already made him sweat on his forehead.
When Prince Duan looked at Mrs. Dong's figure, he didn't quite believe that she had hit his daughter. However, Prince Duan had always been a master who helped his relatives but ignored Mrs. Dong. He pointed at Mrs. Dong with his fat and short fingers and said: "You, come here! Here! My Ning'er apologizes!"
Concubine Dong had always been a transparent person in the palace, and King Duan did not recognize her for a while.