As soon as dawn broke, the maid who got up early found that the prince was already dressed and hurriedly fetched water to serve. After freshening up, Zhu Yousong came to the bedroom, and the girl he rescued last night had woken up, wrapped in a quilt, and shrunk in the corner of the bed. Zhu Yousong sighed lightly and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Robbery Ying'er. My dad called me Ying'er. The little girl's voice was childish, and her dark eyes were full of aura. Stared at Zhu Yousong up and down.

"Ying'er, don't be afraid, you'll be safe here."

"I'm not afraid of you, you saved me last night, I know your hat." The soft and glutinous voice is a little childish.

Zhu Yousong smiled dumbly. His own crane velvet yarn woven soft hat, decorated with a Hetian mutton fat jade, is very sassy, and it is obviously more recognizable than his face. Xiao Ying'er was still wearing the shabby clothes she wore when she was taken captive, her unkempt hair was yellow, and her immature little face was full of tears, like a big flower face in Peking Opera.

"Ying'er, can I take you to wash your face and eat?" Zhu Yousong has very little experience in getting along with children, and he tries to make a kind appearance, this girl really can't stand any fright. Ying'er was also very face-saving, and jumped into Zhu Yousong's arms with open hands, Zhu Yousong was very surprised, he thought that Ying'er had been hurt so much, he should be very afraid of talents, it seems that he is still very childlike.

In fact, at this moment, he is already a very close person in the heart of Zai Ying'er. Every child has a dream of being saved by a hero, just like Xiao Guo Xiang met Yang Guo, and the dog met Uncle Yang Hao. Zhu Yousong fell from the sky when she was most helpless and desperate, how could Ying'er still be afraid of him.

Zhu Yousong hugged Ying'er, came to the outer hall, and handed her over to a group of maids. The dirty little face, messy hair, and delicate and cute appearance immediately attracted a group of maids and motherly love. Especially Xiaohe Xiaolian, who has a similar experience. Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhu Yousong was relieved. Leave Ying'er in their care, and go to clean up last night's actions by yourself.

This time he went to Ying'en Temple, and Zhu Yousong still only brought the little horseman Zhang Hao. Since Zhang Hao followed the prince back to the palace, he still didn't know anything about what happened in Ying'en Temple, and he couldn't help but wonder why the little prince was silent today and didn't say a word.

When he arrived at Ying'en Temple, Shen Muhong was already waiting in front of the mountain gate early, and behind him stood seven of the men he had selected last night, and the rest had been arranged elsewhere for another purpose. Zhu Yousong glanced at it, everyone's eyes were slightly dark, thinking that no one fell asleep last night, but fortunately, they were not sleepy. Finally, he glanced at Shen Muhong: "Are you ready?" ”

"Don't worry, the prince is ready as we discussed."

Only the second monk Zhang Haozhang was puzzled, but although he was young, he had a calmness that was not commensurate with his age, and he knew that he should not ask what he should not ask, and followed closely behind Zhu Yousong.

Zhu Yousong nodded slightly and motioned to Zhang Yuanhua: "Let's start." He had automatically taken this black, thin and sturdy man as the head of the thirteen cronies. A trace of excitement flashed in Zhang Yuanhua's eyes, he turned around and waved, and led twelve people straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Muhong and Zhu Yousong looked at them until their backs were out of sight, Shen Muhong opened his mouth and said: "Shizi, the bones of the young girl in the back mountain have been dug up, there are thirty-eight in total, is the Shizi"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a bang, Zhu Yousong punched the carriage, startling the horse to jump up its front hooves, and Zhang Hao hurriedly calmed down.

"These brutes!" Zhu Yousong gritted his teeth and scolded, and after thinking about it, these were just those who were abused to death by them during the training, and they were sent to the palace, and eighty percent of them were also dead. "This matter is over, collect the bones, find a place away from Ying'en Temple, and bury these children."

Shen Muhong bowed deeply: "Yes." ”

After a while, Zhang Yuanhua and the others escorted the presiding monk Ci'en, as well as the temple supervisor, deacons and other monks with positions, a total of five people came to the mountain gate. The monks were tied to a large wooden cart, gagged the cloth and struggled in horror.

Zhu Yousong hated these brutes in his heart, and the three-hundred-pound demon in the palace, and said viciously: "Let them be honest." ”

Zhang Yuanhua held a wooden stick half an arm's thick in his hand, and when he heard the words, he hit the monk: "Who is calling, I know you, this stick doesn't know you." ”

Shen Muhong called a young man and whispered a few words, and the young man turned around and ran towards the temple. With a cup of tea, he brought six middle-aged people, and when these six people saw Zhu Yousong, they hurriedly saluted, and Zhu Yousong hurriedly helped them up.

Shen Muhong said: "Before fleeing, these people were the most famous storytellers in the local teahouse and restaurant. ”

Zhu Yousong bowed slightly, and asked, "Old gentlemen, do you know all about today's events?" ”

The older storyteller bent over and replied in a loud voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen has already told me." These monks have done this kind of thing after losing their conscience, and the prince of the world sees that the road is uneven, punishing the evil and promoting the good, and the villain's respect for the son of the world is like the water of the Yellow River..."

Zhu Yousong hurriedly waved his hand and stopped this old man's sycophancy. "Now that you're all clear, let's go."

Zhu Yousong jumped like a trick and took out a big red brocade belt from the carriage, and pulled a nondescript red flower in the middle, whipped forward, and took the lead. Behind him was a large wooden cart drawn by three horses, with five monks tied to the cart, escorted by seven strong men, and six storytellers sitting in the car. A group of people came to the downtown of Luoyang, this kind of battle was attractive enough, and instantly surrounded a group of people. The six storytellers dispersed among the people, coughed a few times, cleared their throats, and began the most memorable storytelling of their lives.

The people who followed the carriage all the way already knew through the storyteller's mouth what this drama was about. Luoyang City hasn't been so lively for decades. The people began to discuss it in groups.

"The great monk of Ying'en Temple actually did such a thing that lost his conscience." An aunt who went out to buy vegetables, holding the freshly filled vegetable basket tightly with her hand, said to the familiar concubine next to her.

"It's not, whoever goes to these monks can have such a bad heart."

"Speaking of which, I've long seen that these monks are not things."

"As long as you can blow, I can't even see it, you have one more eye than me?"

"It's still the little prince of the world who is powerful, this little prince used to know about disasters, but I didn't expect that now he knows that the prodigal son has turned back."

The aunt who bought vegetables suddenly became interested, and said mysteriously: "You don't know this, I heard Second Uncle Ge, who went to the palace to deliver vegetables, said that this little prince is a stone spirit." ”

Zhu Yousong, who was at the forefront, enjoyed the praise of the people of Luoyang and the tsunami, and on the surface he proudly greeted the people, but he secretly thought in his heart: This first step is to push all this matter on the monks, and make the whole city know about it, so that King Fu will suffer a dumb loss.