Yan Wushuang involuntarily hugged the brocade box tightly, and his expression was solemn: "I know, don't worry, master."

"Well, go ahead." Master Puhui waved his hand, picked up the book just now and continued to look at it, obviously meaning to send off guests.

Seeing this, Yan Wushuang put a small box on the table, then got up, and after saluting, he slowly retreated.

At the moment when Yan Wushuang just closed the door, Master Puhui spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the table, and the scriptures he read just now were also stained with the same bloodstains, which were a little red and trembling.

The kind eyebrows and kind eyes just now were dyed with a strong aging aura at this moment, and the hoarse voice sounded softly, and it was not just for anyone.

"It seems that you still can't spy on the heavens at will, once is enough to stand it."

Finally slowed down, and when I got up to rest, I found the box that Yan Wu put in shuang, and opened it lightly to see that it was a Buddhist relic.

His current body, if he wears relics for a long time, will be able to stabilize the increasingly bad changes in his body and gradually improve.

If it is really a report and a report, God has the virtue of a good life, this is true.

When Yan Wushuang went out, he had already collected his emotions and didn't let others see it.

Shuangshuang greeted him worriedly, and Mo Wen stood respectfully behind Yan Wushuang.

"I'm fine, it's not early, let's go back, little monk, thank you, wait until the next time you come over, and then bring you pastries."

Squatting down, Yan Wushuang touched the head of the little novice, which was particularly kind.

Xiao Shami clasped his hands together and was particularly well-behaved: "Amitabha, thank you very much."

Leaving from Qinglong Temple, Yan Wushuang touched the box in his arms all the way, and his expression was extremely trance-like.

Seeing this, Shuangshuang was a little puzzled: "Madam, is this what Master Puhui gave?"

"Ah, yes, it was given by the master, I don't know what's inside, I'll look at it when I go back. Speaking of which, thanks to you, there is a Buddhist relic in the treasury of the house. ”

The relics were a gift to Master Puhui, and in any case, it could be regarded as a gesture of her heart, this time thanks to Master Puhui.

"Strictly speaking, that relic is a dowry gift from the general to his wife, and naturally it belongs to his wife, and she can do whatever she wants. The slave just happened to remember. ”

Shuangshuang is clear about all of Yan Wushuang's assets, and as for how she calculates the monthly money for herself, Yan Wushuang doesn't know.

Touching the box, Yan Wushuang thought to himself: "This general's mansion is really not shallow, when I go back, you will ask the housekeeper to send me a list of the treasury in the mansion, and I will see what it is?"

"Yes, madam, you didn't want to show you before, why are you willing this time?" Shuangshuang placed a mat behind Yanwushuang to prevent the bumpy mountain road from turning Yanwushuang upside down.

"It's just that I suddenly feel like there's something I like. When I went to Qinglong Temple today, did I ask for anything? ”

Shuangshuang hesitated slightly, shook his head, but his eyes were a little wandering, and he looked very unnatural.

Yan Wushuang bumped Shuangshuang with his elbow, raised his eyebrows and asked, "For example, marriage or something?"

"Madame......" both blushed and pushed Yan Wushuang and pushed it directly to the table, but fortunately there was a cushion to cushion, so it was not too uncomfortable.

"Ma'am, are you alright? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Shuangshuang hurriedly sat down with Yan Wushuang in his hands, apologized one after another, and was about to cry in a hurry.

Yan Wushuang waved his hand and put the box aside: "It's okay, but you're so emotional, it seems like you have something?" I remember that you and the ink merchant were ...... before. Isn't he? ”

"Madame......" opened her mouth several times, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only say nothing with a shy face.

It seems that there is really something with the ink merchant, just a guess, but just like he is worried about the war fight, it is normal for both to worry about the ink merchant.

Seeing that Yan Wushuang did not have any surprise or objection, Shuangshuang was a little unaccustomed to it, and asked Yan Wushuang a little twisted.

"Madam, aren't you worried, will the general be unhappy?"

"Not happy?" The pastry in his hand had just taken a bite, and a little foam was still at the corner of his mouth, Yan Wushuang looked at Shuangshuang in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

Shuangshuang leaned closer to prevent being heard by Mowen outside, so he explained to Yan Wushuang.

"Generally, the lady of the family is not allowed to marry the personal maid to the person around the husband, so there is a suspicion of controlling the whereabouts of the husband, and it is especially easy to cause enmity between the two families."

waited until Shuangshuang explained clearly to Yan Wushuang with hard work, and Yan Wushuang understood why she reacted so much just now, but this kind of thing is not her turn.

"Zhan Ge and I are not two marriages, besides, there is no one else in my family, even if there is confidential news about Zhan Ge, who should I give it to? However, what you said is also an example, and I will talk to Zhan Ge. ”

Shuangshuang grabbed Yan Wushuang's arm in a hurry, his face was shy and anxious, and it was extremely complicated.

"Madam, the slave and maid haven't told the ink merchant about this matter, and besides, the slave and maid like him, but the slave and maid don't know about his situation, so if there is really such a thing, the slave and maid will tell you."

Yan Wushuang looked at Shuangshuang playfully, Shuangshuang let go of Yan Wushuang's arm, looked down at a little place under his feet, and was very silent.

"Okay, no more teasing you, I see."

Thinking of Master Puhui's words just now, Yan Wushuang rubbed the box next to him, symbolizing the sacred lotus flower of Buddhism, which came to life, but made Yan Wushuang's heart even more silent.

In the imperial study, Ning Qing put the food box taken from the side by side palace on the dragon case of the saint, the saint likes to eat, Yan Wushuang came up with such a way, it just so happened that every time Ning Qing came to the palace, he passed by the side side palace.

"Your Majesty, the princess went to the restaurant today to deal with some trivial matters, and it is estimated that she will not be able to come."

Shengshang frowned, a little cute: "I know, Ning Shilang, you will divide all the pieces today, and I will come to see it later."

Just when the imperial study was as prosperous as ever, His Royal Highness King Sheng walked in with a battle report from the northern frontier.

"How's it going today? Is there anything you don't get used to? ”

The saint himself was more sad than he was in a sad mood, and the arrival of King Sheng directly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Isn't there anything else going on in the Imperial Uncle's Mansion?"

"Yo, what do you dislike?" King Sheng's walking posture is extremely elegant, but his expression is very ruffian, and in the eyes of the saint, there is no difference between him and the demon.

Involuntarily, his body trembled a little, and the saint clenched the pen in his hand: "No, Uncle Huang is here, I'm very happy."

"Alright." King Sheng stepped forward and rubbed the top of the saint's head, especially loving.

"I'm your imperial uncle, before your father died, I asked the shadow guard to send me a message, asking me to protect you before you became an adult, this is my promise to your father, but if you weren't a competitive, I wouldn't stay like this."

This is almost the most sincere thing King Sheng has ever said, and the action of writing on the saint has stopped, and he thought for a while in a daze, and then looked at King Sheng.

"Uncle Huang, what do you mean......"

"Okay, after all, you can't bear so much alone, you just need to work hard and handle things well, and when you can really take charge of yourself, Uncle Huang can be regarded as having completed your father's explanation, and you will be able to leave the capital with peace of mind."

King Sheng is thoughtful and scheming, and some words will not be said even if they are rotten in the stomach, the first emperor understands him, so naturally he will not say much.

But the saint is different, the saint is too young, and he hasn't been with King Sheng for long, so he doesn't know him. Perhaps it was precisely because of this discovery that King Sheng would be so reassuring.

There seemed to be tears faintly condensed in the eyes of the saint, after the death of the first emperor, the harem concubines were extremely respectful to the saint, even if the saint was young, he would never interfere with anything.

Yan Wushuang and Zhan Ge, although they are very good to the saint, but after all, they are not so kind, this kind of cordiality can only be explained by blood, the power of blood, sometimes inexplicable, it is reasonable to think about it.

Seeing that there was something important to say about this, maybe it involved the royal secrets, Ning Qing and Liu Yuan retreated silently, it was early winter, and the scenery of the imperial garden was a different color, it was estimated to be very interesting.

"Uncle Huang, I miss my father, the queen mother, and the concubine, but I have no way to explain it to others, and I haven't dreamed of them for a long time, and after some time, I'm worried that I won't be able to remember what they look like."

At this time, although the saint was wearing a dragon robe and had a maturity that did not match his age, his eyes told King Sheng that he was still the appearance of that young man.

Will miss loved ones, will rely on loved ones.

King Sheng hesitated for a while, looked at the tears that kept falling on Shengshang's little face, but still sighed silently, and hugged Shengshang in his arms. Speaking of which, if he could have gotten married, maybe he was a child, he would have been so old.

"Lin'er, Uncle Huang is here to accompany you, no matter what happens, Uncle Huang will be by your side. You have to believe that if you can, your father and the emperor will not leave you, and let you bear all this alone. ”

Listening to the choked voice in his arms, King Sheng couldn't help but continue.

"But this is your fate, the fate that you must bear as an heir. In fact, come to think of it, you are already very good at this time, and there are no brothers in front of you, so that in the end, you will still have the blood of your brothers on your hands. ”

I think that at the beginning, when the imperial brother succeeded to the throne, it was a difficulty, and the blood shed at the beginning can be said to have not dispersed in the entire imperial city for a few days and nights, but it has passed, and the current situation is the most important.