The little monk pouted, his eyes were a little red, and his eyebrows were twisted into a rope. The head of the pen www.biquge.info bright was illuminated by the sunlight that penetrated the glass window.

If you don't pay attention to his bald head and the ring scars on his head, Qian Yixiu feels like his own brother who has been wronged.

She felt sorry for him. From the first time she saw him, she felt sorry for him, even if he was pretending to be extremely profound.

Seeing the little monk sitting sullenly by the bookcase, Qian Yixiu smiled and said, "What's the matter, I didn't learn the art of heaven well, and I was scolded and cried by your master?" ”

When he came to the garden a few days ago, he once said to Qian Yixiu that his master praised him for his talent in observing the sky. Qian Yixiu said with a smile on his face, but secretly complained in his heart. Observing the sky is to observe climate change, not to observe the celestial phenomena, so why are you so excited. She always felt that following the old monk, she should find a way to learn the old monk's best skills.

It is said that the old monk is an old immortal, so his greatest ability is fortune-telling, physiognomy, and celestial phenomena. In this regard, the little monk does not seem to have learned much. Qian Yixiu would often jokingly ask him what her future Xianggui would be like, how many children she would have, and guess how many lifetimes she would have...... Wait a minute.

The little monk couldn't answer any of them, and when she was tired of asking, she said that she was not ashamed, how could a girl's family ask these questions.

But as soon as he talked about the art of observing the sky, he was energetic. It's not that it's cloudy today, it's a sunny day, and then it's raining three days later. Not to mention, he's basically blindsided.

The little monk didn't feel funny at all when he heard Qian Yixiu's words ridiculing him. He sighed deeply, his nose inhaled, and his eyes gleamed again.

Qian Yixiu had never seen the little monk cry, and when he saw him so sad, he was also a little panicked. Pulled an embroidery pier and sat beside him and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Before, as long as the little monk heard Qian Yixiu call him his younger brother, he would smile with crooked eyebrows.

This time he was not happy, sniffed again, and whispered, "Sister, I know my background, I know who my biological father is." It's not that they don't want me, it's that they're no longer in this world. It turned out that I was born an orphan without a father or mother. ”

After speaking, he couldn't hold back any longer, and whimpered on the bookcase, "I have always complained a little about my parents before, why they gave birth to me, but they didn't care about me, and threw me away." If it hadn't been for the master who happened to pick me up, I would have died...... It turns out that it's not that they don't want me, it's that they're gone......"

Qian Yixiu's heart sank, and he held his shoulder and asked, "Brother, don't cry, tell my sister well, what's going on?" ”

The little monk wiped his tears, looked up at Zizhu next to him, did not speak, and lowered his head again.

Zizhu went out very consciously and covered the door.

Qian Yixiu got up and poured a cup of golden moth Ji and handed it to the little monk, he usually likes to drink this tea the most. Every time he came to the garden or the Qian Mansion in the capital, he had to ask Qian Yixiu for this kind of tea. Qian Yixiu didn't satisfy him most of the time, but she only had a few taels of this kind of tea, and she drank it sparingly.

The little monk did not drink tea, but put the teacup on the bookcase and whispered the reason.

"Last night, the emperor sent someone to send two letters to the poor monk's master, one for the master and one for the poor monk's ......."

Feng Zhong told him that he was the widow of the first prince Zhu Xiangchang, and his common name was Zhu Suji. Before he was born, the first prince Zhu Xiangchang was assassinated, and his mother also committed suicide after giving birth to him. The emperor was afraid that he would be in danger again, so he entrusted Liang Jinzhao's great-grandfather and Master Hongzhi, the abbot of Baoguo Temple, to invite the Taoist monk Master Beikong to accept him as an apprentice. The emperor felt that only by the side of Master Sorrow and Void could the only bloodline of his beloved son grow up safely and learn true skills......

"It turns out that Mr. Zhu, who often meets me at Senior Brother Liang's house, is the emperor, my own grandfather...... In the letter, he said that his old man's health was already very bad, and asked me to return to Beijing immediately, and said that he would make me the emperor's grandson and inherit the unification in the future. ”

Qian Yixiu was taken aback, she had already guessed that the little monk's life experience was not simple, but it turned out to be the son of the former prince. The emperor even thought of making him the emperor's grandson and inheriting the throne in the future.

What about King Ning?

When he thought of the King Ning who was resolute, scheming, and had hidden his courage for many years, Qian Yixiu shuddered.

If the little monk really became the emperor, would King Ning raise troops to rebel? No guessing, definitely! When the time comes, Zhu Sujin and his father will be enemies of the little monk.

Liang Jinzhao and the Liang family must be a party of the little monks, and when the time comes, the two sides will be torn apart...... It's terrible, it's tragic.

Ma Mian said that King Ning would be the emperor. Then, it will definitely be the little monk and the Liang family who will be defeated. Qian Yixiu couldn't bear to be killed by such a cute and kind little monk, and he couldn't bear to let Liang Jinzhao and the Liang family be wiped out.

The more Qian Yixiu thought about it, the more frightened she became, and asked hurriedly, "Then what do you think?" Do you really want to go back to Beijing to be the emperor's grandson and inherit the unification? "If he really has this kind of thought, he must find a way to snuff out his kind of thought, and he can't be sent back to Beijing to die.

The little monk shook his head and said, "No, I don't like to be the emperor, and I am not suitable to be the emperor." My master said that my father was assassinated because of those princes who seized the prince. I don't like killing, I don't like politics. But when you become the emperor, you have to kill people and play power, I don't like it. ”

Qian Yixiu breathed a long sigh of relief. This is good, and it also saves you from doing ideological work yourself. Then he said, "Hongji, I also don't think you are suitable to be the emperor." When you are the emperor, you must be ruthless. For the sake of profit, not to mention killing outsiders, even his own family members have to be killed. You are so merciful that even ants are reluctant to trample to death. It's so pure, like a clear stream. Not suitable to be an emperor at all. ”

The little monk said, "My master said the same thing. He said that I can't be the emperor, and I don't even have this heart, otherwise I will be killed. ”

is worthy of being an old half-immortal, and he really guessed it right again.

"Then did you reply to the emperor? Also, you know your background, what are your plans for the future? Qian Yixiu has been worried about the future of the little monk, and from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't want him to be a monk. He also persuaded, "Otherwise, you will be vulgar." It's good to return the vulgar, not to fight for the throne, and to be an idle prince who only studies knowledge. When the time comes, you will be able to live in my house every day. ”

The little monk shook his head and said, "The master said, I shouldn't be vulgar now." It's also vulgar, and I'm afraid I have to worry about my life. ”

Qian Yixiu made sense after thinking about it. His identity is too sensitive, and to this day, there are still some literati who miss the elegant and learned former prince. If he is still vulgar, he will block the way of others, and he will also be carried out by people with a heart to make a fuss.

However, there is something in the old monk's words, only saying that he should not be vulgar now, and does not say that he wants him to be a monk for the rest of his life.

The little monk said, "I have sent a letter to my grandfather, telling me my thoughts and my master's words, and I strongly resigned his request, hoping that he will choose an heir again." It's just that," his eyes turned red again, and he choked up, "I just learned that he was my grandfather, a relative who had always cared about me, and he was going to leave me." I can't bear it, I can't bear it...... Why, my relatives and I are always so shallow? ”

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't stop crying.

Qian Yixiu also shed tears, a kind and poor little monk, he has longed for family affection since he was a child, longing to be cared for and loved by his relatives. He has been an apprentice to the old monk for so long, but this kind of "mortal heart" has never been broken. And peaceful, kind, open-minded, simple, it seems that as a human being, he has all the excellent qualities.

Peacefulness, kindness, and open-mindedness are the qualities that a monk should have. But simplicity, or purity, is not what a monk should be.

The old monk is a high-ranking monk and the most respected old immortal in the Great Qian Dynasty. His closed disciple, if he is in Buddhism, should at least be a square warrior or an abbot or something. No matter how bad it is, he should be an elder.

Although the little monk's knowledge is very good and his Buddhist cultivation is quite deep, Qian Yixiu always feels that he can't do such a lofty profession.

Now it seems that the old immortal deliberately taught the little monk to be like this. The little monk became a monk completely to save his life, and when he has no worries about his life, maybe he will return to the vulgar again.

If his "mortal heart" is not clear, he will be willing to return to the vulgar. He is peaceful, kind, and open-minded, so he will not be the emperor. He is simple and has no quarrel with the world, so he will not worry about what he shouldn't be worried about.

The emperor handed over the little monk to Master Beikong, although the little monk failed to inherit the unification as the emperor wanted, but at least he was able to save his life. If someone else teaches him, let him have even a little ambition, and his life will definitely be confessed early. It will also cause chaos in the world and ruin the lives of people.

Qian Yixiu stretched out his hand to put his arm around his twitching shoulder, and said softly, "Brother, you are the emperor's grandson, and I am the emperor's grandson's niece." We have the same blood in our bodies. I am your cousin, my mother is your cousin, Jing'er and Ming'er are your cousins, and Jinwa is your cousin...... We are all your loved ones. You have a shallow relationship with them, but a deep relationship with our relatives. In the future, you will regard me as your own sister and my mother as your own mother. Oh, and the Queen Mother, who is your great-grandmother. He pulled him up again, and said as he walked out, "Go, go to see my mother, she feels most sorry for you, and she feels sorry for you like her own son." ”

The little monk was pulled by her to Wangjiang Tower. Pan Yue was making clothes for Qian Manjiang under the window of the hall on the first floor, because of her skillful movements, she rarely looked at the needle and thread in her hands, and her eyes were more at Ming'er and Jing'er who were circling around her. Her eyes were soft, her demeanor was serene, and the corners of her lips were hooked upward. There is less ignorance and clarity in the previous ten years, and a little more mature charm, which is more beautiful and gentle.

Pan Yue saw that the little monk was pulled in by Qian Yixiu, his eyes were red, and he cried when he saw it. He stood up in a panic and asked, "Hongji, what's wrong with you?" Tell your aunt, who bullied you? Before I finished asking, my heart hurt so much that my eyes turned red.

The little monk came over and hugged Pan Yue, put his chin on her shoulder, and said in an astringent voice, "Auntie, I really want to call you mother." If my mother were still alive, she would be as gentle as you, as good to me as you are, make me clothes, care for me, and we......ep when she knows that I am sad."

Thinking of his mother-in-law who he had never seen before, the little monk's tears flowed out again.

Pan Yue was even more heartbroken when she heard this, and choked up and said, "Well, if Hongji is willing, he will be called Aunt Zi Niang in the future, and Aunt Zi likes you and likes you to be your son of a sister-in-law." ”

Qian Yixiu also shed tears.

Although Jing'er didn't know why they were crying, she was also sad to see her mother, sister, and big brother Hongji crying. ran to the side of Pan Yue and the little monk, hugged each of them on one leg and cried.

Several people cried for a while before they were persuaded by Huang's sister-in-law and other subordinates.

Qian Yixiu and the little monk tacitly did not say that the little monk was the son of the first prince. Now that Pan Yue's illness is just right, they don't want to let her bother more. The emperor didn't dare to say that kind of thought, and it spread out, and the life of the little monk was worried.

At noon, a vegetarian banquet was set up in the Wangjiang Tower, and a few dishes that the little monk liked to eat the most were made.

Pan Yue kept sandwiching dishes for the little monk, "This is the bean tendon brought from Beijing, and my aunt knows that you like it, so I kept it for you...... This is made with the golden lotus root in the West Lake, which is sweet and ......"

Ming'er and Jing'er were a little jealous, and took a small bowl and asked their mothers to serve them vegetables too. There was laughter on the table, and the corners of the little monk's mouth also smiled.

After Pan Yue, Ming'er and Jing'er had a lunch break, Qian Yixiu and the little monk went to Hexi Garden and took a walk around the West Lake.

The sun in the next day is incomparably bright, shining on the sparkling water in the lake, shining on the streams and rocks and mountains with golden light, and also illuminating people warmly. This is the good of the south, if it is in the north, no matter how big the sun is in the winter months, you will not feel a trace of warmth.

Qian Yixiu saw that the little monk's mood had completely calmed down, and asked, "Are you in a better mood?" ”

The little monk nodded and said, "I've been with the master for so long, and I've long seen life and death." It's just that I just learned about the situation of my biological parents and knew that Mr. Zhu, who had always cared about me, was my grandfather, and I felt sad. It would be much better to vent the depression in your heart. After speaking, he pursed his lips a little shyly.

The little monk is already half a head taller than Qian Yixiu, with delicate facial features, white skin, clear and peaceful eyes, and elegant and gentle temperament. Thinking about it again, if he grows his hair, he must be a beautiful young man. He has a good character, a better temper, and a talent to learn. Such a good child's paper, if it is really vulgar, I don't know who has the blessing to marry him.

The little monk saw Qian Yixiu looking at him stunned and asked, "What's the matter, I have dirty things on my face?" After speaking, he wiped his face with his hands.

Bad aunt Qian Yixiu wiped his clean face with a handkerchief and said, "There is a grain of rice that has not been wiped clean." After molesting the monks, she was also a little embarrassed and said, "We will return to the capital before the beginning of the lunar month, when will you leave?" Let's go together, lively. ”

The little monk said, "We may leave later this time." A few days ago, my master sent a message to Senior Brother Liang, asking him to come as soon as possible, saying that there was an urgent matter. ”

"Urgent? What's the urgency? Qian Yixiu asked.

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