The crisp chirping of chirps, tirelessly noisy in my ears, I can't tell what kind of bird it is, although it is not noisy, but in the end it interrupts the little sleepiness that is left - sighing faintly, I rubbed my head, which was still spontaneously clouded, and I only felt that my chest was heavy and breathless.

- This body really can't help but toss, and it only lasts all night and it can't work.

If the stabbing and poison had fallen on me, I am afraid that no matter how good the elixir is, it will not last for a few hours.

Thinking of the substitute woman who suffered on my behalf, my heart hurts again.

"Your Highness, are you awake? Do you want to eat? The voice of the cicada sounded from outside the curtain, teaching me to rub my chest for a moment.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice and said, "Come here." ”

"Yes." He lifted the curtain of the bed, lightly tucked the pillow on my waist, and then stood with his hands down, his face a little worried, "What does Your Highness command?" ”

glanced at the layout of this wing, it was not like an inn, and it was much simpler than an official post; A half-opened peach blossom was inserted in a vase under the window, but the rest was not the slightest decorative object, as frugal as if it were a peasant house in the countryside.

There was only a faint wisp of sandalwood in the bed where I was, but it was not the smell of an ordinary farmer's house.

"Where is this? How long did Ben King sleep? "I meant to ask the stuntwoman first - did she really lose her breath? If so, what will happen to her afterlife?

However, I'm not sure that Xiao Cicada has the authority to know these secrets, or participate in them, if I rashly mention it, and he is in danger and is killed by Yan Ke, it is my fault.

"Your Highness, this is the Lingjue Temple, the place where the ceremony of worshipping the heavens is held; As for Your Highness, you have been asleep for nearly twelve hours, and if you haven't woken up yet, I'm afraid that Manager Yan will ask the host to come and check your pulse. The little cicada tucked the corners of the quilt for me with a worried face.

"Oh? Lingjue Zen Temple...... Why, the ceremony was held in a temple? Do you know why? "No wonder there is a smell of sandalwood on this futon, it turned out to be a temple.

- It's just that, judging from the situation of Dawu, the people in this temple are not bare-headed monks, but a group of ...... Nun?

"Your Royal Highness has forgotten that the Lingjue Temple has been in place since the beginning of the founding of the country, and each host is a virtuous and respected sage, and the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens is related to the national Zuo, and it has always been the presiding officer of the Zen Temple; And this presiding Zen master is the national teacher of the emperor's imperial seal, even His Royal Highness, you can't help but give three points of thin noodles when you see it...... "He "crackled" and said a lot, listening to my brain hurt, but probably also understood that the host of this Zen temple can not be offended.

Nodding, he motioned for him to stop rambling, and had a doubt in his heart, so he asked jokingly: "This king knows, you know more...... Strange to say, how can you, a little squire in the boudoir in the backyard, know these things very clearly? The tone of the lesson to this king is even older than that of Mr. Yan? ”

- The insight of what I just said is not like that of an illiterate attendant.

"Your Highness's forgiveness! It's the slave who is talkative! Slaves and maids should be damned! Damn it...... slave and maid" I just said it casually, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof" and slammed it to the floor, his voice panicked, as if he had made a big mistake.

I didn't react for a while, and only after he had knocked his forehead a few times in a row did he find his voice: "Wait! The king does not blame you...... Get up first. ”

His kowtowing action stopped abruptly, and then he stood up slowly, but he only blindly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me, and the wound on his forehead made me gasp: "That's it, you go and bandage yourself, you don't have to wait in front of you." When he was about to leave, I added, "By the way, go and ask Mr. Yan to come over." ”

After he carefully closed the door panel and exited the room, I leaned back on the bedpost relaxedly, but my brow couldn't help but furrow and tighten—thinking about it, there was something wrong with his face just now.

I have always felt that this personal attendant was like a frightened bird in the face of me, too cautious and too afraid.

Although it cannot be ruled out that Kuang Xihan is still there, and Yan Ke's shock to him has scared him, but I see that there is always some worry hidden in his expression, even if I have asked him cordially with a smile, or even chatting and joking, the vigilance in his eyes has never disappeared.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly: Is it because I am too careful, or is Kuang Xihan too bad, and even his personal attendants are always worried about being poisoned?

The knock on the door brought my thoughts back.

Yan Ke pushed the door in, followed by a graceful young woman - the woman looked no more than twenty years old, her long hair was as black as a crow feather, her skin was fair and snowy, her lips were like Danzhu, and her teeth were like braided shells, and she was worthy of the words "peerless beauty".

- Who is she? Why did Yan Ke bring her to me? It can't be a stand-in for the shield blade, right?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in my heart.

Seeing me looking at her, the woman looked over with a smile, her eyes were like autumn water, her eyebrows were affectionate, and she didn't see her deliberately pretentious, so she naturally had a different style.

was secretly guessing the identity of this woman, when I saw her hands folded and chanted a Buddha name: "Amitabha." ”

Only then did I realize that she was wearing a gray monk's robe, a pair of coarse linen shoes on her feet, and a string of agarwood Buddha beads on her wrist.

"Your Highness, don't be rude! I haven't seen the empty Zen master yet. Yan Ke patted me on the shoulder with disgust and reminded in a deep voice.

"Uh, sorry...... I've seen the empty Zen master. After being reminded by her, I realized that it was very impolite for me to stare at people in a daze, and I quickly struggled to get up and salute - strangely, Yan Ke, who was very doted on me on weekdays, actually got up by me and did not stop me.

However, the young and beautiful empty-skinned Zen master smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to support me, and pressed me back to the bed, his low and soft voice was a little magnetic, which was particularly moving: "It's okay, Your Highness's jade body is sick, you should have a good rest." ”

- By the way, she said that this woman is the empty Zen master, isn't she the host mentioned by the little cicada?

How can it be? She definitely doesn't look more than thirty years old!

Besides, don't all nuns have to be ordained? Her green hair is much thicker and brighter than mine!

I didn't know that when I was shocked, I had already spoken out of my heart, only to see Yan Ke glaring at me with hatred on his face, while the empty-skinned Zen master covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, obviously using my unintentional compliment very much.

Suddenly coming back to my senses and realizing that I had made a joke, I lowered my head in embarrassment and had to cough a few times to cover up.

"Your Highness, don't laugh, the poor nun is forty and three this year, and she is no longer confused." She recited the Buddha name again, chuckled and said something that taught me to be jaw-dropping, "As for the hair...... The poor nuns are cultivating with hair, so they have never been shaved. ”

If I hadn't remembered Yan Ke's presence and restrained myself, I would probably have exclaimed out in a gaffe - judging from the appearance alone, who would have thought that this master was already in his forties?

I don't know what kind of magical exercises it is, or the beauty formula, but if I have the opportunity, I must ask this teacher.

"Mrs. Shi has a good face and a radiant complexion, and Xiao Wang admires it." I couldn't help but praise from the bottom of my heart when I tried to see some clues in her skin, but it ended in failure.

Unexpectedly, the smile on the face of this master suddenly fell, and he actually reached out and gently tapped my forehead, and half-truthfully said: "Where did Your Highness learn the frivolous words, you should be punished." ”

"Huh?" I touched the head that was tapped, and glanced at Yan Ke, who shook his head helplessly, but couldn't say a word, only feeling confused.

- This teacher, who does not play cards according to common sense, can teach people to be unpredictable.

I'm obviously praising her, why did she become a disciple?