"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Song Wu'er?"

God knows why the dignified prince of the East Palace and Lou Lichen, who has a strange poisonous mouth, is in the room of Zen Master Mingxiu, and why there is no Zen master, only this guy appears in front of everyone.

Could it be that Lou Lichen had also heard of Mingxiu Zen Master's talent, and he deliberately asked him for an argument, and Mingxiu Zen Master could not withstand his attack power, and was directly angry to death?

I never thought that this prince His Royal Highness would really cause trouble everywhere, he finally blocked the sin of killing the great Confucian Kong Shiren for him, and let himself lose his reputation and save his life, clinker He turned his head and sprayed Emperor Yuanxi's benefactor to death, if this matter is spread through the mouth of the temple, let him be the most favored son of Emperor Yuanxi in his life, I am afraid that he will inevitably be kicked to death by the emperor directly.

"What are you doing here, Zen Master Mingxiu, you won't faint in the room, will you?" The more anxious Song Wu'er thought about it, the more frightened she became, so she simply took Lou Lichen's hand to hold the barricade, and rushed in directly regardless of her image.

"Zen Master Mingxiu, Zen Master Mingxiu, are you still awake?"

Lou Lichen, who was pushed down the door, looked at the Zhao family suspiciously, and saw that she was apologizing to the abbot with a shameful face, and she was even more curious in her heart, what did this group of people from the Song family come to do? Zen Master Mingxiu was staying in the room with a hard body, how could he suddenly faint, this Song Wu'er's words and deeds were really more and more strange.

The meditation room is not big, Song Wu'er smelled the fresh and elegant Buddha fragrance as soon as he entered the door, so that the anxious heart suddenly calmed down, a simple table and a bed, the old monk with the same face as the abbot is sitting on the futon, staring at the chess game on the bed and falling into contemplation, from time to time rubbing his gray beard.

Song Wu'er looked around, and saw that there was no one else in the small space except for this old man, so she hurriedly sorted out her wrinkled clothes in the pulling, walked up to the old man, respectfully brushed her body, and said gently:

"Are you the Mingxiu Zen master of Xiangguo Temple? Under the name of Song Wu'er, the situation was urgent and anxious, so he shouted the name of the Zen master, and hoped to forgive the sin. ”

After listening to Zhao's narration of what Mingxiu did, Song Wu'er suddenly had admiration for this Zen master in his heart, a monk has become a monk, and he should have left the mundane world to travel out to find the way to prove the fruit, but because he was worried about his family and the country, this Mingxiu Zen master was stunned to involve himself in right and wrong again, and immediately retired after his success, which can be worthy of the title of a monk.

When the old monk heard the voice, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes were as bright as the moon in the sky to look directly at the woman in front of him, and after a long time, he stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

"It doesn't matter."

For some reason, at the moment when the old man's gaze came, Song Wu'er had a feeling of being peeked at the privacy of his heart, but he didn't feel half ashamed in his heart, he only felt a little trance.

"Senior brother, I brought these two donors here, and asked you to calculate the marriage for this little donor, I don't know if it is feasible?" The voice came at the right time, waking up Song Wu'er who had fallen into a stupor, she touched her head and turned her head to see the abbot with the Zhao family walking towards her, the prince followed closely and forced a smile to shoot her into a sieve with a sharp gaze.

Isn't it so funny to just ask for a marriage? Could it be that Emperor Yuanxi has never asked anyone to test your marriage for you since you were born? Oh, that's right, no matter how accurate the most poisonous is to measure like that, and what blind girl is willing to find herself the most uncomfortable, willing to marry you.