Jun Moxi's brows furrowed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he walked straight towards Yingyi, and casually dragged Yingyi to the chair on the side, Yingyi was stunned and looked at Jun Moxi who was going to the closet to get the medicine box and hurriedly stood up and said, "My subordinates are fine." ”

"Sit down." Jun Mo frowned, put the small medical box on the table, and rummaged through the small porcelain bottle he saw last time to heal the wound.

"Master......"

"Bengong is very satisfied with your face, if you have a scar, Bengong doesn't want you to serve by your side." Jun Moxi squinted slightly and looked at Ying Yi and said, Ying Yi looked at each other in amazement when he heard the words, and then closed his mouth very wisely, and because of Jun Mo Xi's words, in all the days to come, Ying Yi would rather be seriously injured than hurt his face.

"Found it." Jun Mo Xi took the porcelain vase in his hand and walked towards Yingyi.

"Master, I'll do it myself." Ying Yi looked at Jun Moxi's posture, as if he wanted to help himself with medicine, and hurriedly said.

Jun Moxi paused slightly, and then handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Ying Yi according to his words, turned around and walked towards the soft couch, raised his hand and poured himself a cup of warm tea and drank it slowly, Ying Yi touched the ointment indiscriminately, then stood up, walked to Jun Mo Xi, presented the plaster and said, "Thank you for the master's gift." ”

"Take it and use it, you don't have to appear in front of this palace if your face is not good." Jun Mo said without raising his head.

"Yes." Eichi twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether to be happy or unhappy about his face.

The assassination of the prince of Hanyang was widely known the next day, and all kinds of endless speculations were even more dazzling, and the protagonist of this matter, Jun Moxi, casually asked the criminal department to check it, and did not say anything, and he nested safely in the palace of the prince, because the emperor's uncle Jun Qiannan came to the court again, and it seemed that he had returned to his original appearance.

The weather has become more and more sunny in the past few days, and even the frost has lightened a lot, Jun Mo regretted that he had just finished practicing archery, and was sitting peacefully on the soft couch by the window at the moment, holding warm tea in his hand, looking at the sunny weather outside, and said with a smile: "It's going to snow heavily......"

Wu Yao, who was waiting on the side, heard this, and looked out the window suspiciously, how could it snow in such good weather?

"Your Highness, do you want the snow to fall soon?" Wu Yao raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for Jun Moxi and asked.

"It's going to snow." Jun Moxi bent his eyebrows slightly, Wuyao was slightly stunned, and looked at Jun Moxi with a frown, but saw Jun Moxi looking out the window attentively, understanding that Jun Moxi did not intend to explain what he said, Wuyao was also very well-behaved and didn't ask much, but the people who were standing on the side of Chuyue and Hongxue were full of doubts.

Three days have passed, but the Kaiyuan Temple is extremely unpeaceful, not for anything else, just because early this morning, the Kaiyuan Temple Master Huiyuan seems to have foreseen something terrible, in the temple to talk about the disaster of heavy snow, which surprised a group of pilgrims who went to incense.

"Seven days later, heavy snow will fall on Hanyang Luodu, and hundreds of thousands of people in Luodu will be buried by heavy snow!" As soon as Huiyuan's news came out, everyone was almost frightened.

The repeated recitation like a curse frightened the pilgrims who went to offer incense, and after going down the mountain, it didn't take long for everyone in Hanyang to be well-known, and one by one it became more and more outrageous.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the demon monk of Kaiyuan Temple is talking nonsense to incite the people, and he should be arrested immediately!" A group of courtiers gathered early in the Zhengyang Palace, and the person who spoke was the king of the Imperial History Tower.

"Yes, if this rumor is allowed to run rampant like this, Kyoto will be in chaos sooner or later." Wu Yushi also nodded approvingly and said.

"What do you think?" Jun Mo responded slowly, smiled slightly, and said: "If what this Huiyuan said is true, are all the adults willing to bear the names of hundreds of thousands of people in this Luodu?" ”

"This ......" Jun Mo regretted that the words fell and the first ministers whispered, these ministers were all like this, so reasonable when they spoke, when they encountered something, they shirked it, Jun Mo regretted to look at the next ministers mockingly, his eyes were slightly cold.

"Your Royal Highness, although the remarks are so, it is too huge to let tens of thousands of people in Luodu move just because of the words of the grass people, and the people of Luodu will probably not compromise so lightly." The person who spoke was Zheng Shaoyi, the imperial historian of the Imperial History Terrace.

"What Lord Zheng said is reasonable, so what should I do in my opinion?" Jun Moxi hooked his lips slightly, looked at Zheng Shaoyi and asked.

"Your Royal Highness, Weichen thinks that since this matter is said by Master Huiyuan of Kaiyuan Temple, why don't you invite Huiyuan to ask?" Ouyang Mo, who had never spoken, walked slowly and said, and the ministers nodded in response when they heard this.

"In this case, then go and invite Huiyuan." Jun Mo glanced at Ouyang Mo appreciatively, turned his eyes to Qi An, and nodded slightly.

Huiyuan never dreamed that he would really be able to enter the palace one day, how many times did he look forward to it, how could he not want to be the national teacher that Jun Mo Xi said, but he never felt so strong.

On the white jade steps, Huiyuan tried his best to steady his heartbeat, and walked towards the Zhengyang Hall with unhurried steps, and his faceless appearance fell in the eyes of everyone, and people couldn't help but believe him as a person.

"Poor monk Huiyuan, see His Royal Highness the Prince." Huiyuan stood at the head of His Royal Highness Zhengyang, and the appearance of bowing down and bowing couldn't help but make people feel that it was a sin for a master to kneel, Jun Mo didn't hesitate to sit on a high position, and looked at Huiyuan who was kneeling down indifferently, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

What she first liked was Huiyuan's bearing, and she spoke at a very high level, and her behavior was even more convincing, this Huiyuan was like this.

"Huiyuan, this palace summoned you to the palace this time to ask you, what do you mean by the heavy snow dumping Luodu seven days later?" Jun Moxi looked at Huiyuan with a flat face and asked.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the poor monk sleepwalked in Luodu yesterday, and the Buddha sent down a clear indication that the heavy snow will fall to Luodu after seven days, and hundreds of thousands of people in Luodu will be buried under the snow!" Huiyuan held the Zen bead in his hand tightly, and the calm voice fell into everyone's ears, making the ministers gasp.

"Myths confuse the public!" Imperial Doctor Zheng Shaoyi pointed at Huiyuan with a pale face and scolded: "Who are you, why do you go to great lengths to incite the people!" ”

"What the poor monk said is true!" Hui Yuan gritted his teeth and suppressed the horror in his heart, his lowered eyes were full of horror, how could he know about the things of this heaven and earth?

What he said was just reading it, three days ago, Jun Mo didn't hesitate to go to Kaiyuan Temple, the paper scroll handed to him, what was written, even Huiyuan, who was now standing on the Zhengyang Palace, was still frightened.