"Then how does the Fifth Highness know if the courtiers have martial arts?" Song Huaci avoided their questioning and asked another question.

Meng Lianfeng and Song Taifu glanced at each other and said, "The connections of people who practice martial arts are different from ordinary people, and besides, you only need to find out whether there is internal force in the body to make it clear."

"No matter how much my daughter explains now, it's useless, it's better for my father to directly ask someone to diagnose whether my daughter has martial arts, and everything will be revealed." Song Huaci raised his head and said decisively.

Mrs. Song and Meng Lianfeng didn't expect her to be so cheerful, and their judgment couldn't help but raise questions in their hearts. But Meng Lianfeng believed in his own intelligence and felt that the Song Painting Temple was cheating them, so he squinted his eyes slightly and said to the people around him, "Please come in."

The real name of Mr. Bai in Meng Lianfeng's mouth is Bai Jiu, and he is in charge of the intelligence interrogation of his subordinates. Now that Meng Lianfeng can invite him, it shows that he really hates the Song Painting Temple, and he must get evidence to take her life early to vent his anger.

In Meng Lianfeng's heart, the Song Painting Temple and Meng Zhaoyan were his mortal enemies, and today Meng Zhaoyan secretly did bad things to him, and he found out that the person who exposed the dark point of his Huibin Building was the Song Painting Temple, and he was even more eager to tear the two of them into his belly.

Bai Jiu took the pulse of the Song Painting Temple, and then injected the internal force into her body to circulate in a circle. He frowned in disbelief and re-examined as follows the steps he had taken.

A few furrows between his eyebrows were very obvious, and he secretly adjusted his emotions and got up to reply to Meng Lianfeng: "Fifth Highness, my subordinates dare to ask you to borrow a step to speak."

Meng Lianfeng followed him for a few steps, and after listening to him, he couldn't believe it: "How is this possible?"

Bai Jiu shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Meng Lianfeng walked back, and was about to fabricate the facts and convict the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, but he heard the Song Painting Ancestral Hall say: "When the courtiers were young, they heard my brother say that the medicine of the incense and soft tendons is only useful for people with internal strength. If my father and the Third Highness still don't believe me, then ask the Third Highness to take out this medicine, and if the courtiers are really Chinese medicine, they will not say a word more. ”

Meng Lianfeng looked at her with a very violent and ruthless gaze, and said: "Fourth girl, although this king doesn't know what method you used to deceive Bai Jiu, but this king doesn't believe it, you will never show your feet."

"The courtiers are terrified." Song Painting Ancestral Hall lowered its eyes.

Mrs. Song didn't say a word during this period. Song Huaci knew that if Bai Jiu really found out that she had learned martial arts today, then Song Taifu would definitely not be polite to her.

"If Daddy is fine, my daughter will not disturb you and His Royal Highness."

Mrs. Song glanced at Meng Lianfeng, and her mood was very complicated. He nodded, "You go back first."

"Your Highness, the little girl has been suffering from a stubborn illness since she was a child, even if she recovers, it will be a matter of nearly two months, if she is said to be a martial opponent of Your Highness, this is ......" Song Taifu hesitated and said, in fact, he didn't believe that Song Huaci was the person with strong martial arts in His Highness's mouth, which was a bit unbelievable after all.

"This king doesn't believe that there is such a coincidence, she must have used some method to cover up her internal strength. If that were the case, the king would not be able to keep her. The three princes shook their sleeves, and their ruthlessness was fully revealed.

Song Huaci is about to marry the third prince, if something happens to her, she can't say that the saint will blame him, Song Taifu is worried that the three princes are really going to be unfavorable to Song Huaci, but he can't open his mouth to interfere with his decision.

"Your Highness, why don't we think of another way to test it?" Mrs. Song pondered and spoke.

"Huh, scared? Afraid of losing her, Meng Zhaoyan will clean you up? Then you go to Meng Zhaoyan! ”

The sudden irritability of the third prince was unguardable, and Song Taifu had to be careful to make amends. After listening to the orders of the third prince, Mrs. Song had to sigh and do it ruthlessly.

Song Huaci withdrew from Song Taifu's study, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for Meng Zhaoyan waking up the Song Painting Temple last night, the Song Painting Temple would have thought of this matter when Mrs. Song came over today, and made preparations in advance, otherwise with the ability of the man surnamed Bai, he would definitely be able to find out her reality.

Song Huaci knew that this matter would definitely not end like this, so he was thinking about preventive measures all the way.

If Meng Lianfeng was bent on putting her to death, she would definitely be difficult to resist alone, so she would definitely have to rely on Meng Zhaoyan's help at that time. Thinking of the kiss last night, Song Huaci swore that he would not be willing to use Meng Zhaoyan thoroughly this time.

That night, the Song Painting Temple received a notice from Song Taifu. Tomorrow, the Yao family will take Song Zhiyao to the temple to pray for blessings, and order the Song Painting Temple to go with him.

In ancient times, before getting married, women would go to the local temple to pray for the future husband and wife to be united and have a smooth life, so Mrs. Song's arrangement was not abrupt.

Song Huaci asked Huilan to pass the news to Meng Zhaoyan, and went to bed early. You can't stay up late today, you have to be mentally ready to fight.

When she was about to leave the next morning, Song Zhiyao routinely came over to taunt Song Huaci a few words.

"I heard that the fourth sister has learned martial arts now, when can you teach me?"

"My sister is laughing, my sister is in the boudoir all the year round, how can she do any martial arts." The Song Painting Temple faintly denied it.

"The fourth sister is disgusted with her sister, and she really wants to be the third princess, but it's different. However, what if the third prince knew that the fourth sister was not the flower of interpretation he imagined? Song Zhiyao giggled, and without waiting for Song Huaci to answer, she turned around and got into the carriage.

Song Huaci was about to go up, when he heard Song Zhiyao shouting in the carriage in front of him: "Hey, where did the fourth sister use that soft stool, go and get it, the fourth sister can go up with light work."

The words fell, and Song Zhiyao's maidservant hurriedly came over and took away the soft stool that needed to be stepped on to get into the carriage.

Song Huaci raised his eyes to look at Song Zhiyao, biting his lip, his eyes were full of grievances. Song Zhiyao didn't seem to see it: "Fourth sister, go up quickly, let everyone see how powerful our fourth sister's martial arts are."

Song Zhiyao lowered the curtain and followed Yao to the temple.

On that day, Meng Lianfeng came to the Song Mansion as a guest, and the Yao family specially arranged time and space for them to be alone. Somehow, Song Zhiyao talked about the late return of Song Painting Temple and Song Qiaoshu on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, Meng Lianfeng asked, and she shook out the scene of that day to Meng Lianfeng.

Meng Lianfeng's face immediately turned gloomy, Song Zhiyao asked two questions, Meng Lianfeng only said: "Your good sister has long been learning world-class martial arts behind your back." The revenge she said might still be true. ”

Song Zhiyao naturally didn't believe it, but Meng Lianfeng was in the mood to tell her so much at that time, so she turned around and left. Song Zhiyao immediately held a grudge against the Song Painting Temple, and felt that as soon as the name of the Song Painting Temple appeared, Meng Lianfeng would leave her alone, so she decided to take a breath.

After Song Zhiyao left, the Song Painting Temple did not move at all, and stood there demure. As soon as Song Zhiyao's maidservant picked up the soft stool, Hui Fang stepped forward to take it back.

The maid didn't know that Hui Fang was a person given by the third prince, and was about to reprimand, but Hui Fang spoke: "The third prince has a life, and the life of the fourth lady is like his life, how dare you disobey?"

The maidservant looked at Hui Fang's eyes differently, and immediately became honest, and Song Huaci stepped on the soft bench and got into the carriage with a permanent face.

When I arrived at Anguo Temple, there were quite a few people who made incense, and most of them were women. Yao and Song Zhiyao didn't produce any moths, they put incense according to the procedure, prayed for blessings, and donated sesame oil money.

Looking at the red box in front of him, there were a lot of people around, Yao grabbed a little monk and asked, "May I ask the master, what are you doing in front?"

"Amitabha." The little monk clasped his palms together and saluted: "The donor doesn't know, Master Puhui has recently returned from a wandering, and he has put out a box for virtue and goodness. If someone draws the 'king lot', they are destined for the master, and they can sit down with the master and discuss the Tao, or ask the master to help solve the signature. ”

As soon as Yao heard this, his eyes lit up. Anyway, their plan for the Song Painting Temple was not implemented until the evening, but Master Puhui could not be found, so it was better to let Song Zhiyao try his luck first, if he really drew the "Wang Lot", then Song Zhiyao's qualifications would be one more.

"Yao'er, you go and try." Yao pulled Song Zhiyao to the signing box.

"Mother......" Song Zhiyao's eyes also flashed with excitement: "If I get a personal praise from Master Puhui, will the Fifth Highness also think highly of me?"

Yao looked at Song Zhiyao and nodded proudly, and Song Zhiyao happily went to draw lots.

Song Huaci was speechless when she looked at it from behind, it was still a question whether this "Wang Lot" could be drawn, she really didn't understand what the mother and daughter were excited about.

Sure enough, Song Zhiyao shouted, "This ...... What does this 'universal signature' mean? Didn't you say that it was a 'king sign'? ”

Song Zhiyao looked at Yao at a loss, Yao frowned, and handed the signed document to the little monk for him to explain.

"Amitabha, this 'universal signature' means that the donor has a shallow relationship with Master Puhui, but he can't see the master. But my temple is ......."

"Nope! I'm going to see Master Puhui, I want to 'sign the king', mother, help me, I want to see Master Puhui! Song Zhiyao didn't wait for the little monk to finish speaking, and then cried with the Yao family, and she didn't give up. There were so many guests coming and going in the main hall, and they all looked in the direction of Song Zhiyao.

Yao was also a little embarrassed, but after all, this matter was related to her daughter's happiness, she lowered her posture and said to the little monk: "Little master, let my daughter draw again, she will definitely be able to draw the king's lot."

Song Huaci silently tilted his head, and almost laughed when he heard Yao's words. The king lottery is what you say you can draw by drawing? Like Song Zhiyao, she still expects to have a relationship with Buddhism, and it is strange that the Buddha is willing to accept her.

The little monk has always been well-cultivated, and replied without being surprised: "No, everyone only has one chance, if this donor is given, it will be unfair to other donors."

Song Zhiyao continued to pull Yao's trouble, and Yao also felt a dilemma.

At this time, the little monk spoke again to the Song Painting Temple: "This donor wants to give it a try?"

Song Huaci didn't expect the topic to turn to her, and at first glance, she thought that the little monk was talking to others.

She was a doctor in her previous life, and daring to live alone in the morgue shows that she does not believe in gods and Buddhas in her heart. Although I have traveled through a lifetime and know that there is such a mysterious power in the world, it also boils down to one of the laws of nature, but it is not known to ordinary people. As for the gods and Buddhas, she still didn't believe much.

Just now, she was still laughing at Song Zhiyao in her heart, and at this moment, she naturally wouldn't pounce on herself. So she said politely to the little monk: "Thank you for the kindness of the little master, it's just that the little girl doesn't have Huigen, so she doesn't have to waste other people's time, so forget it."

"Hmph, you're still a little self-aware." Song Zhiyao saw that the little monk had chosen the Song Painting Temple to ask, and her heart was suddenly unhappy. Seeing that Song Huaci took the initiative to refuse, I felt that she was quite interesting.

As if he hadn't heard Song Zhiyao's ridicule, the little monk smiled slightly, and continued to persuade Song Huaci: "My Buddha is merciful, and I don't use this to distinguish sentient beings. The girl's eyes are bright, her bearing is extraordinary, and she must be a person who accumulates virtue and does good deeds in her past and present life. Girls don't have to be humble, they can try. ”

Song Huaci glanced at this little master curiously, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he spoke so steadily, and even said in one sentence the fate of her past life and this life. Although it is just a Buddhist saying, it can be regarded as confirming the fact that she is a doctor.

But as soon as the little monk said this, Yao and Song Zhiyao were not happy. Why can the Song Painting Temple get the little monk with such blue eyes, but when he arrives at Song Zhiyao, it is mediocre?

Yao didn't believe in this evil, so he said, "The fourth girl should give it a try, maybe she will fly on the branches?" This is not the first time that the four girls have encountered this kind of thing. ”

The Yao family refers to the emperor's marriage to the Song Painting Temple and the three princes.

Song Huaci groaned slightly, looked at the little monk's open and bright eyes, smiled lightly, and nodded.

Song Huaci stepped forward, reached out and took out a bamboo stick from the lottery box, and handed it to the little monk without looking at it.

The little monk glanced at it, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in his raised eyes: "Amitabha, congratulations to the donor, this is the 'king's sign'."

Song Huaci was surprised, it turned out that she really had a fate with the Buddha? Looking at the little monk's bright smile, she couldn't help laughing.

Song Zhiyao couldn't believe it. What she Song Zhiyao couldn't get, Song Painting Temple got it so easily? She didn't believe it!

Song Zhiyao snatched the signature from the little monk's hand, and looked at the two big red characters "Wang Sign" on the bamboo stick, and couldn't say a word angrily.

"How is this possible?" Yao also thought it was ridiculous.

Her Song Painting Temple has always been a lowly person who has been trampled under her feet by her and her daughter, how can He De be received by Master Puhui? Or in the case of Song Zhiyao's defeat, how can she Song Painting Temple?

However, this is in Anguo Temple, Master Puhui is a famous monk in the whole Cangli, the queen mother and the emperor have to give three points of courtesy, who dares to say that he is not? Yao could only swallow anger and jealousy in his stomach.

Song Huaci watched Song Zhiyao seize the sign and didn't stop it, she couldn't do anything anyway. But with one side of the eye, I found that when Song Zhiyao grabbed the stick, the bamboo stick cut the little monk's hand a long opening.

Song Huaci hurriedly stepped forward and said to the little monk: "Little master, you are injured, I will take you to bandage."

"It's okay, it's important to take the donor to see the master first." The little monk still didn't see any anger, and hid his hand in the monk's robe, wanting to lead the way for the Song Painting Temple.

Yao and Song Zhiyao also noticed the situation of the little monk, but none of them made a sound, they were still immersed in their resentment.

Song Huaci glanced at them and said, "Aunt Yao and the eldest sister will go to rest for a while, and I will take this little master to see the injury."

"You don't want to go to see Master Puhui alone, my mother hasn't left yet, what are you anxious about?" Song Zhiyao said angrily.

Song Huaci has never delayed the time to treat patients, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Song Zhiyao, and took the little monk away after saluting Yao.

The little monk gently pulled the hem of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and said gently: "The little monk still has something to say to the two donors, and the responsibilities are there, and the donors understand."

"Two donors, Master Puhui's rule has always been to see only the one who won the "king lot", and the two donors can go to the wing room to rest and use some tea. Donor, the little monk retired. Ignoring the bleeding fingers, the little monk saluted with his palms together again.

Song Huaci really likes this little monk who is not shocked by humiliation and is polite, very similar to a patient she was responsible for in her previous life. The little boy was very dependent on her, always calling her "sister", but when he recovered, his parents took him to another place and never saw her again.

Song Huaci personally bandaged the wound of the little monk and asked him his name and age, before following him to meet the legendary Master Puhui.

The Song Painting Temple will probably never forget the feeling when he first looked at Master Puhui.

He is an elder with gray hair and beard, wearing a red monk's robe, just so quietly, smiling at you, exuding a lot of soft, fraternal, and soothing power. His eyes are like the sea, and he can see through all rivers, so he can see through your soul.

Song Huaci understood at a glance that her encounters and her secrets could not be hidden from him.

But he didn't say anything, he quietly watched the little monk Kongming come to him with the Song Painting Temple, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the Song Painting Temple: "The donor will taste the poor monk's cup of tea first."

The Song Painting Temple did not dare to slack off, and took the tea and tasted it carefully.