Zhan Xin looked at the sky coldly, hoarse, and asked in a casual voice: "Does he dare to tell the Queen Mother if he does this?" ”

Xiao Shami still looked at each other: "The Son of Heaven has never done anything." It was the master who was greedy for colds and diarrhea, but was suspicious and refused to use medicine, which led to today's illness. ”

"Sick?" Zhan Xin laughed.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and the little novices rushed in: "Master, Master, water!" ”

"Master, millet porridge!"

Zhan Xin no longer mentioned the incident, and kindly allowed them to help him up, and carefully fed himself water and porridge.

After half a bowl of porridge, the little novice who spoke to him first smiled and said to everyone, "I can't eat it." If you eat too much at once, Master will be uncomfortable. ”

The little novices wanted to speak and stopped, so they had to listen to him: "Senior Brother Zhidao is from a medical family, and he must know more than us." ”

He retreated in a hurry. Before leaving, some people reluctantly turned back to Zhan Xin and said, "Master, you are so good to be born and nourished, we will come to accompany you after the lunch class." ”

Zhan Xin smiled warmly and waved at them.

"The master treats people so well." The little novice who called the Tao just disappeared with a trace of childishness on his face, and his voice was rigid again, "It's just that the little novice in this yard will be replaced every once in a while." The master knew this, and waited for them to get better and better, and the little monk was really impressed. ”

Zhan Xin looked at him lightly: "Even if I treat them badly." Every once in a while, they will also be replaced. You're just a teenager, so don't assume things you haven't seen with your own eyes. ”

Zhi Dao sneered, and his forked hands bowed, but he had no respect: "Zhi Dao is taught." ”

Zhan Xin looked at him and sighed, all of pity. But not a word, sideways inward, naturally an auspicious lying posture, just like the great monk treasure solemn, stable eyes and sleep.

Zhi Dao looked at his back, his face was white, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and he instantly returned to indifference, just standing upright beside him.

After a long time, a little novice ran in, first glanced at the back of Zhan Xin, who was motionless, and said softly to Zhidao with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhidao, Zhankong invites you to go." ”

Zhi Dao frowned: "Is there something wrong?" My master has just woken up, and there is no one around him. ”

The little novice smiled: "I'm here to guard for you." Guan Bao did not let anyone disturb the master. There you go. ”

Zhi Dao hesitated for a long time, glanced at Zhan Xin again, and Fang Yi gritted his teeth: "Okay." ”

The little novice watched him walk away, and sat cross-legged on his knees.

After another stick of incense, Zhan Xin's voice came softly: "Let Shen Xinyan see the scene in front of me." ”

Xiao Shami's lips moved slightly, and his voice was extremely low: "Shen Xinyan has already guessed your identity. He has not once agreed to all the invitations to the Great Mercy and Grace Temple. ”

"How did he know?!" Zhan Xin was still lying on her side, but she opened her eyes suddenly.

"It's not clear. Guess over there, did Shouchun Palace tell his daughter......" Xiao Shami turned his head to look outside.

Zhan Xin pondered for a while, and said softly: "I still want to think of a way." He knows, and it's not necessarily a bad thing......"

The little novice agreed.

……

……

King Wei sat alone in his study.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

Only one person can make such a soft and polite knock on the door.

King Wei's face was much softer: "Come in." ”

Ji Meishu's figure is still slender, but her face is more ruddy, the lines on her cheeks are becoming fuller, and her smile is still so shy and smooth: "Your Highness, I heard that there are many guests today. Even Mu Ruren came over and touched the nail, so the concubine came to bring you a bowl of soup. ”

As he spoke, he put down the small lotus leaf tray in his hand, took a sterling silver lotus bowl from it, and respectfully brought it to King Wei with both hands.

Wei Wang took it with a smile, drank it all, returned the empty bowl to her, and said with a gentle smile: "Now it's time for you to take supplements, why do you still think about my soup every day?" Let those idlers worry about this, and your health is the first thing. ”

Ji Meishu smiled sweetly and tenderly: "Your Highness is the first big thing." The concubine and him," she said, and couldn't help but cover her lower abdomen with one hand, "It's all Your Highness." Only with His Highness can we be. ”

King Wei stretched out his hand and pulled her, looked at her with great satisfaction, and sighed softly: "With a wife like this, I Qin Yan will never ask for anything more in my life." ”

Ji Meishu's eyebrows were almost flying, but she was busy reining in, biting her lip, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness is busy." The concubine went back. ”

"Good. I'll dine with you in the evening. King Wei bowed his head, paused, and said, "I'll stay with you tonight." Don't drive me anywhere else. I like to sleep with you in my arms, and my heart is at peace. ”

Ji Meishu's face was so red that she was about to catch fire, she answered in a low voice in shame, hurriedly turned around and fled, and heard King Wei behind him with a stack of concern: "Don't run, don't run!" Beware of tripping! ”

Looking back, King Wei lost his smile.

The little chamberlain who was guarding the door came in and didn't say a word, just tidying up the documents on the table a little. Then he quietly retreated to a corner of the room and waited for orders.

King Wei leisurely looked out the window at the white clouds.

"For the sake of Linbo, I took a Silla princess to prevaricate me. Perhaps for both of them, it is the most convenient and worry-free approach. But who knows, I can enjoy the blessings of a good wife that no one can enjoy. ”

The emotions in these words can't be said to be hatred or resentment, joy or hatred, happiness or regret.

The little chamberlain looked at his side face and found that he quietly clenched his teeth, hesitated for a moment in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Otherwise, in the future, Feng Guifei will be ......"

"If a weak country wants to live, it won't be embarrassed." King Wei replied stereologically.

The sigh of the little chamberlain was inaudible.

Wei Wang Xiao wants to take the throne, but in that case, his concubine can't be a Silla native or a future queen, not Ji Meishu.

Otherwise, this Silla princess, who is so easy to get pregnant, doesn't know how many princesses and princesses will be born in the future. When the time comes, the shameless little country of Silla, like mud, will come over, hug the thigh of the future prince, and cry: I am your grandfather!

Really, it won't kill you, but it's so disgusting that you want to vomit every day.

However, Ji Meishu herself is really gentle, virtuous, dignified and generous, and she is kind to King Wei.

Such a beauty is really unbearable for the ambitious King Wei.

"Why don't you ......" What other idea did the little chamberlain come up with to go to the son and mother? Or, pick a mistake, degrade to a side concubine, or something?

King Wei slapped the table irritably: "Okay! ”

The little chamberlain was hurriedly silenced.

"I'm tired enough! There's only one place for her to hide, can you stop reminding her of this? Disgusting! Ugly! Filthy! King Wei raised his hand and swept all the sorted documents to the ground.