Chapter 115: The Short-Lived Heavenly Dao Darling (39)

When Jun Anzhi heard him say this, his face showed a strange look, he didn't expect that the understanding of this future emperor was no worse than that of them cultivators.

If this guy doesn't become an emperor and enters the path of cultivation, this achievement may not be too low.

At least not worse than her......

"This one does." Jun Anzhi readily agreed.

But with a matter on his mind, Jun Anzhi raised his arm and stretched his waist.

"It's so tired." After looking at the time, I felt that I could go back to sleep for a while.

"Dao Chief, I'll send you back." Zuo Qing received the eye bag of his own prince, and immediately treated Jun'an diligently.

The corners of Jun Anzhi's mouth hooked, "Okay! ”

She was not in a hurry to get out, she still had to go back to Shengjing with Jing Zhao to see what she had gained.

……

Early in the morning, Jun Anzhi was summoned to the main tent by Jing Zhao.

"Now that the warrior is not over, the first grievance Dao Chang lives here." Jing Zhao didn't ask Jun Anzhi if he wanted to leave, and directly kept her.

"This ......" Jun An's face showed embarrassment, pretending to hesitate.

"Dao Chief, you don't have anything to do anyway, just stay here, I'm afraid that something like yesterday will happen again, and then the prince won't know where to find you......"

A young man who looked like a scholar in the tent said with a smile.

At this time, Jun Anzhi found out that there was such a person in the tent, which made her raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"This is okay, Poor Dao has not had much to do lately." Jun Anzhi had no choice but to say so.

"Dao Chief, please take a seat, this is the military advisor Xiaoran." Jing Zhao looked through the newly handed file from the soldier and introduced the identity of the book to Jun Anzhi.

Jun Anzhi's expression was inexplicable, and he nodded to Xiaoran.

She didn't know why she had already achieved her purpose and kept herself here.

"It's the latest news from Kyori." Seventeen didn't even report it, and went straight in.

"How's the gentleman?" Jing Zhao took a letter and asked with his head down.

"The prime minister is about to marry his daughter, and King Rui asked for a marriage in the first month of next year." Seventeen expressionless statements about what happened in Kyori.

"How is Your Majesty?" When mentioning his father, Jing Zhao's face was pale, just like mentioning a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"Your Majesty......" Seventeen hesitantly glanced up at the man sitting on the desk.

"Your Majesty favors Concubine Peach, for her, the Moon Lookout Platform has been built......"

For the absurd things that he did to Concubine Tao today, the people of the entire Yunlong Kingdom were numb......

"How's he?" Hearing Seventeen's report, Jing Zhao didn't even move his eyelashes, and continued to write with a pen.

"According to the news from the palace, the medicine taken by His Majesty is counterattacking day by day, usually one every three days, but now it has been shortened to one a day."

"One a day?" Hearing the news, Jing Zhao's hand holding the pen paused, and continued to wave as if nothing had happened.

"Yes." Seventeen didn't dare to look at the prince's face again, he lowered his head.

And after Jun Anzhi heard Seventeen's series of answers, his expression was incomprehensible.

Hearing Jing Rui's name, her heart was a little inexplicably restless, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Could it be that the soul of the original owner has not left?

As for the emperor mentioned by the latter two, she didn't care at all, and she wouldn't be surprised if something happened to the faint monarch.

What she cares about is...... Peach Princess?

"Lord Wang, Concubine Tao, who is this?"

Since they were not afraid to reveal these secrets in front of them, Jun Anzhi asked generously and unceremoniously.

"This ......" Seventeen glanced at Jing Zhao tentatively, and saw that he lowered his head and did not react.

He said: "Concubine Tao is the emperor's new beauty two years ago, because she was born with a strange fragrance, she was named 'Mei'"

"Born with a strange fragrance?" Jun Anzhi lowered his eyes. dog

"What is the Daoist's opinion?" Jing Zhao looked at Jun Anzhi at this time and asked.

"Poor road no." Jun Anzhi shook his head.

Even if she had some kind of suspicion in her heart, she wouldn't say it, after all, she hadn't seen Concubine Tao yet, and there was no evidence.

"But the Taoist chief will go back to Beijing with us, and we will meet the peach concubine for a while?"

Jun Anzhi: ...... When did I promise you to go back to Beijing with me?

This guy is too opinionated, too arbitrary, right?

But she still endured it, because, she suspected, that the "Peach Princess" Bacheng was the goblin who went out from Peach Mountain.

So he did not refuse Jing Zhao's proposal to return to Beijing.

"How is the cultivation of the national teacher?" Jun Anzhi looked at the monk who was sitting on the side silently and closed his eyes and asked.

"National Teacher...... He is a man of the Daomen. The monk's expression was a little inexplicable.

This is equivalent to not saying anything, and Jun Anzhi will not say anything again.

In the tent, there was silence for a while.

"Speaking of national teachers, this king knows a little bit." In the middle of the night, Jing Zhao's voice sounded leisurely.

"National Teacher...... From the Taoist Gate, speaking of which, the Holy Virtue is still the same door as him......"

"Same door?" Jun Anzhi's brows jumped, remembering the Taoist priest who appeared fifty years ago.

Is this guy, like himself, also "branching out" in this world?

She is preaching the righteous Fa, but that guy is preaching the evil Fa?

Thinking that he had accepted a large number of qualified disciples in only two years, the Taoist priest didn't know how long he had been in this world and how many demon Taos he had taught like the national teacher......

The green tendons on Jun An's forehead jumped, she wanted to cut people!

Everything is one step behind others, how can she live?

Jing Zhao, who had been paying attention to her expression, looked at Jun Anzhi's irritable appearance, and a touch of ink turned over in his dark eyes, which quickly disappeared.

This Taoist priest really knows something.

For example, the strange Taoist priest he met when he was a child......

"Yes, when I was a child, I saw a strange Taoist priest, and the one he carried with him at that time was the national teacher."

Jun Anzhi looked at this man, and when his gaze talked about the national teacher, although he concealed it well, the murderous aura that flashed in his eyes still overflowed a little.

This man has a grudge against the national teacher!

This discovery was quite unexpected.

"Lord Wang, when I was young, I met a strange Taoist priest? How can he blame the law? ”

When Jun Anzhi heard that even Jing Zhao had seen it, her bad premonition was strong again.

Fifty years ago, the Taoist priest was still there, and Jing Zhao ...... He was twenty-five or sixteen, and he was ...... when he was a child

Probably twenty years ago? Twenty years ago, the Taoist priest was still there?

This is really bad news.

"When I was six years old, I strayed into a palace in the cold palace because of playfulness, and I saw that Taoist priest......"

Jing Zhao's eyes were dark and dark, as if he thought of some not-so-good memories.

"What is he doing?" Jun Anzhi couldn't help but ask.

It's not that she likes to expose people's scars, but she has to know more about that Taoist priest.

"I'm making human pâté." Jing Zhao closed his eyes, and his face didn't look good.

"Human flesh ......" the corners of Jun Anzhi's mouth twitched, and she thought of that scene with a very graphic feeling.

I felt the acid in my stomach rising up.

"All the women of that palace were placed by him on a large grinding disc, and there was a sledgehammer on top of it, and when the hammer was flattened, he threw them into the grinding disc......"

"Gross!" Zuo Qing couldn't help but vomit out first.