"Won't the princess go?" Chengguan asked Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head, and in just a while, the three vegetable buns had already entered the stomach of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Chengguan sighed softly and reached out to pick up the soup.

Forget Yue glanced at her master, and then looked at the two monks who went to the temple, and her body in a little monk's robe trembled uncontrollably.

Yu Xiaoxiao was still looking at the two people around Wen Fenglin, the monk who had brought the merchants of the Xuri Kingdom out of the ground with empty hands, and was standing behind her at this moment. Now this monk is not wearing a veil hat to cover his face, Yu Xiaoxiao looked at this person's appearance, and did not understand how a fierce and evil person could become a monk? It's almost the same as being a soldier, right?

"Master," Wangyue saw that her master was going to drink soup, and somehow, she panicked in her heart, and shouted at Chengguan with a crying voice.

Chengguan smiled comfortingly.

Yu Xiaoxiao turned around and saw that Chengguan wanted to drink soup, and Her Royal Highness the princess was suddenly embarrassed, although the water from the pot is not dead, but is it okay to let the national teacher drink the water from the pot?

"Princess," Cheng saw Yu Xiaoxiao looking at himself again, and whispered to Yu Xiaoxiao: "In the future, you must live your life with the horse, the world is impermanent, you must rely on each other to help each other." ”

The world is impermanent, Yu Xiaoxiao doesn't understand it very well, and the brush pot water in Chengguan's hand makes Her Royal Highness the princess very troubled.

"Princess, you have to promise the poor monk," Chengguan and Yu Xiaoxin.

Yu Xiaoxiao said what did I promise you? If you haven't become a concubine yet, do you want to look at me so affectionately? Her Royal Highness the Princess stretched out her hand and snatched the soup bowl from the hand of Chengguan Guoshi, and said, "Is this soup delicious?" It's cold, what else are you drinking? Pour it out. ”

"Princess!" The fierce-looking monk saw that Yu Xiaoxiao grabbed the soup, and immediately shouted at Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao splashed the soup behind him, although it was a pot of water mixed with soup, but what was there to drink in a soup with a medicinal taste? Thinking of this, Her Royal Highness the princess did not feel guilty for her act of wasting food.

The two monks stepped forward together, wanting to snatch the soup from the hands of the jade child, and then forced Chengguan to drink the soup, but neither of them thought that Her Royal Highness the princess would pour it down, and a bowl of soup was so good that it would not die, and it was all splashed on the body of the monk with a fierce face, and a few drops even splashed in the eyes of the monk.

"Northstate!" Another monk, Beiyuan, shouted the name of his companion and pulled back the Beizhou monk whose eyes were instantly swollen.

"Princess!" Cheng watched Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly turn his face and hurt people, so he got up and blocked Yu Xiaoxiao behind him.

"The eyes of the poor monk!" The Beizhou monk covered his eyes and shouted.

Yu Xiaoxiao poked her head out from behind Chengguan, looked at Beizhou's eyes that were swollen into rotten peaches in the blink of an eye, and said suspiciously: "There are still people who are allergic to pot water?" "In the last days, it is impossible for poison to be used on human beings, so Yu Xiaoxiao has never seen people poisoned, and her first reaction is that this monk is allergic to pot water.

Monk Beiyuan glared at Yu Xiaoxiao, who was protected by Chengguan, and said, "Princess, do you know the fate of being an enemy of our Eternal Life Temple?" ”

Oops, Yu Xiaoxiao walked out from behind Chengguan, this is the rhythm of the fight.

Chengguan said: "Princess, don't worry about me, you go back first." ”

Yu Xiaoxiao patted Chengguan and took her hand and said, "This thing doesn't seem right, don't be afraid, national teacher, I'm here for everything." ”

At this time, in the Buddhist hall where Young Master Fenglin was, the smile on the face of the big-bellied Arhat looked a little distorted and weird under the flickering candlelight.

Bei Lin and the old monk were persuading Young Master Fenglin to have some food.

Young Master Fenglin whispered: "Something sent to Chengguan?" ”

Bei Lin hurriedly said: "It has been sent over, and Beizhou and Beiyuan have also passed." ”

"When Chengguan was in the temple, he was at odds with my senior brother," Young Master Fenglin sighed, "but I have no grudge against him. ”

Bei Lin took a few steps forward, stood down beside the young master of Fenglin, and said: "Young master, Chengguan rebel temple, if it falls into the hands of the presiding master, he is only afraid that he will live a miserable life, and the young master has already treated him with benevolence and righteousness." ”

The old monk sighed silently, Chengguan is an extremely intelligent person, when he talked about Buddhism in the Eternal Life Temple, no one could stand side by side with him, if it wasn't for the lack of joy, how could Chengguan be driven to the small country of Fengtian to be a national teacher? Now Young Master Fenglin keeps saying that killing Chengguan is not for the sake of senior brother Wuhuan, so how can it be determined that Chengguan is a rebel temple based on just a letter?

"Where's the meal?" Young Master Fenglin asked at this time.

The old monk hurriedly walked forward with the jade tray, before approaching the young master of Fenglin, the old monk also deliberately looked at the soup in the jade tray, smelled the smell of the soup, people who are accustomed to poison, only smelled a very strong, sweet noodle sauce. The old monk's brows were furrowed, how could the kitchen monk of Huguo Temple make such a delicious soup?

Bei Lin saw that the young master of Fenglin finally wanted to eat, and he couldn't ask for it, so he saw the old monk walking forward slowly, walked over and took the jade tray from the old monk's hand, and asked, "Is there a problem with this meal?" ”

The old monk shook his head, this meal was made by the kitchen monk who was staring at the Huguo Temple with his own eyes, what could be the problem?

Bei Lin saw that the old monk shook his head, walked quickly to the young master of Fenglin with the jade tray, and whispered: "Young master, these meals are still hot, you can use some." ”

Young Master Fenglin glanced at the meals that Bei Lin brought to him, they were all plain things, which suited his taste, but after Princess Linglong seemed to be ignorant, but in fact she said that nonsense viciously, Young Master Fenglin felt that he was depressed in his heart, looking at the steaming meal, he had no appetite at all.

Bei Lin saw that Young Master Fenglin couldn't move the chopsticks, and persuaded again: "Even if the young master doesn't want to use it, use some soup to warm his stomach." ”

"Put it down," Young Master Fenglin said.

Bei Lin was helpless, so he had to gently place the jade tray in front of Young Master Fenglin.

The old monk said at this time: "Young master, the poor monk wants to go and see Chengguan." ”

Young Master Fenglin nodded and said, "You can also go by the way to see if the monks of Huguo Temple are ready to observe the Dharma after their death." ”

"Yes," the old monk replied to Young Master Fenglin and withdrew from the Buddhist hall.

Bei Lin advised: "The young master should use some of it." ”

Young Master Fenglin picked up the soup, dug a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, and put it in his mouth.

Bei Lin said on the side: "Young Master, how long are we going to stay in Fengtian?" ”

A mouthful of soup entered his mouth, and Young Master Fenglin was choked by the taste of sweet noodle sauce, what kind of soup is this?

Bei Lin didn't notice the change in the expression of the young master of Fenglin, but still stood there and said: "The poor monk thinks that the young master should go to Zhuri, and the national master of Wuhuan has already ordered someone to send a letter to the young master, so that the young master can go to Zhuri to see him, why doesn't the young master go?" ”

Young Master Fenglin only felt a pain in his throat at this time, and the strength in his hand became unable to hold the soup bowl, and the bowl of soup fell to the ground, and the taste of sweet noodle sauce instantly drifted into the air of the Buddha Hall.

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