Spiritual Void.

The people of Ziyun Dao sat alone under the bamboo forest, but they were not meditating cross-legged in a serious way, but half-sitting and half-lying on the big bluestone behind them, their eyelids drooping, as if they were napping, but their expressions were very comfortable.

"Senior brother, is this a cultivator? Or are you lazy and enjoying the coolness? ”

A word to wake up the dreamer.

The Ziyun Dao people reflexively straightened up, and were about to shake off the dust and make a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, but they found that the dust they were holding didn't know when it came to the hands of the comer, and this person was still smiling, copying his treasure dust and throwing it around left and right, as if he was chasing mosquitoes.

Ziyun said unhappily: "The dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth!" Senior brother, I'm enlightening, what's so lazy! Give me back the dust! ”

snatched the dust back, and he said again: "You are very strange this year, you have been in the temple for so long, why don't you go to your wandering worlds?" Lai here, they have to cook two more people's rations to cook, and now the monks' money is easy to earn, and our incense money is not as good as a year! ”

Qingyun rolled his eyes at the sky: "Senior brother, this is not kind, a few years ago, junior brother, I got benefits from the palace, but I didn't forget to leave a copy for our ancestors." You, the head of the family, are now crying with me, aren't you afraid that the master and the ancestor will scold you to death tonight? ”

He waved his hand to stop Ziyun from trying to defend himself: "Come on, I won't be disgusted by you, and I will leave tomorrow with my baggage." In the future, junior brother, I will not bother you when I go back to the capital, and I will go directly to Guangyun Temple to talk to the great monks about Buddhism. It's much cheaper to eat their food than you are. ”

The two brothers were arguing, and suddenly from a distance, the immature voice of a little Taoist boy came: "It's not good~ Shizu, Shishuzu~ The officers and soldiers are coming to copy our house~"

Ziyun was startled at first, and after thinking about it, he glared at him, and whipped the dust on the ass of the little Taoist boy who rushed in front of the two.

"What nonsense! Where did you come from? I don't think you want to eat tonight! ”

Xiao Daotong touched his ass aggrievedly and explained: "It's true, it's all the kind of official I saw before, with knives and guns on his body, and there are many people~"

Ziyun asked, "Can you see the flag?" Or is it an ace? ”

Xiao Daotong looked confused and couldn't answer, Qingyun, who was standing on the side, pinched his fingers, and suddenly smiled: "Senior brother, junior brother, I suddenly remembered that there was an emergency, so I won't wait until tomorrow, I'm just afraid that I'll leave now." That, that, there's a county down there, Zhang Dahu, and their family invited me to come over......"

He was about to slip away, but one arm was grabbed by Ziyun, and he didn't make it.

"You little rabbit, you must be the trouble you provoked. If you want to go, no way! How much trouble did you cause me last time because I let you go? If you don't think about the old bones of your senior brother, you can also pity the little radish head called your uncle and uncle's ancestor! ”

Qingyun couldn't move, so he had to nod bitterly and say yes, saying that he would never repeat his old tricks.

But he was slandering in his heart: This old man is ten years older than him, looking weak, he can actually restrain himself with one hand, I really don't know if he stole some elixir left by the ancestor and didn't tell himself, or, was he forced by the regent to do too much a while ago, and he was still weak after recuperating for so many months?

It's just that recently, in order to recuperate from his internal injuries, he has been cultivating very seriously for a while, and he hasn't gone out to do anything, so what happened to the officers and soldiers who came today? Not really, or the God of Killing, right?

Qingyun Daoren was dragged out by his senior brother to "pick up guests" in his heart, and as a result, when he went out to take a look, he immediately regretted that he had not coaxed his senior brother and took the opportunity to escape. Actually, it's really those people again!

Song Yan stood there with a smile and arched his hand towards him: "Two Dao Masters, I haven't seen you for a long time, is this a good time?" ”

The people of Ziyun Dao naturally wanted to say a few polite words, but the people of Qingyun Dao were beside him with a bitter face, wishing that Gonggong Song, who was beside the regent, would think that he was a transparent person.

It's a pity that Song Yan is here for him.

The inner courtyard of the Regent's palace at this time.

Pei Bao'er nested in the small study as usual, holding a new blue book, and her eyes fell on the page very intently, but she hadn't opened a page for a long time.

When she heard footsteps, she seemed to be awakened, hurriedly turned a few pages, looked twice, and put the book aside.

Pei Bao'er touched the teacup with her hand, but was softly held down by her other hand.

"Master, this tea is cold, let's drink this, the osmanthus tea made by the slave maid herself. This osmanthus was picked by Sister Beiyan and the slave maid and others, and dried in the sun, so as to ensure that it was clean. Bai Lan smiled.

Pei Bao'er hummed and ate tea silently.

Bai Lan glanced at her, then held the original teacup and prepared to go down, and when she walked to the door, she happened to see Beiyan coming in quickly, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

After walking a few more steps, I heard Beiyan's unique loud voice: "Oh, master, you are still drinking tea here!" The prince has been sick for several days, so you go to the meeting on the first day, and then you go there every day, how can you do it! The two in the west courtyard are not fuel-efficient lamps, and they all took this opportunity to show their virtue in front of the prince and the old lady......

Bai Lan walked far, and she didn't listen to the princess's answer. Thinking of those gossips, she couldn't help but feel a little worried in her heart.

In the hearts of those of them, although the princess is their legitimate master, the prince is the heaven of the entire palace. If one day, the sky falls, even if they are the princess's personal people, I am afraid that nothing good will end.

The ordinary palace is okay, just when the pillars of the prime of life have gone, it is nothing more than replacing a young head of the family and losing some right to speak outside. When it comes to life, there is a huge palace, the family background and the old book are all there, and no matter how sad the life is, it is much more comfortable than ordinary people, and there is nothing to worry about.

However, because she knew a few words, she had read history books to the sick princess before, and for some reason, the princess specially picked Wang Mang's biography in the Han book for her to read, and when she read the last Wang Mang, her expression was extremely embarrassed, and she didn't eat a few bites of food that day.

Although Bai Lan was literate, she didn't know much about reading, and she just thought about the past in a blur, and she didn't know what it was saying. However, she had heard this person when she was listening to the play before, he was a rebellious minister and thief in the Han Dynasty, and later usurped the throne and became the emperor.

She didn't understand how such a rebellious minister and thief, who had been a rebellious minister and thief for thousands of years, died in the chaos of the army, what could make the princess so sad. Later, I secretly went down and flipped through the book, and gnawed on those half-written and half-white ink characters for a long time, until I saw those few sentences-

“…… An Han Gongmang Auxiliary Governor III...... It is the matter of the emperor...... This week's regency ......"

Bai Lan's mind was clear, and she seemed to have guessed something, but she couldn't pronounce it, so she had to suppress this thought in her heart.

If it is really as the princess is worried about, if the prince's illness cannot be cured, then ......

However, Pei Baoer is not worried about this at this time.

When Qi Heng first fell ill, she did think about this problem, but after thinking about it for a while, she put it behind her. It's useless to worry about it, you still have to come.

Anyway, the big deal is to give up a life, and after eighteen years, he will still be a hero. Besides, the mausoleum of Princess Pei has been built a long time ago, and it has been used once, in line with the principle of saving resources, plus the royal face or something, she will not even have a place to live after death.

There is a saying that those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, and those who have no desires in their hearts are the most fearless. Therefore, Pei Baoer's heart was clear at this time.

She slowly put down the teacup and asked Beiyan: "According to you, I don't read, I used to guard the prince, and his illness will be cured?" ”

Beiyan choked for a while, "Then, it's always a distraction." Seeing that you have a heart, the prince said that he could get better faster even if he was sick~"

"I'm not Hua Tuo's reincarnation, Li Shizhen's descendant, and I'm not an old ginseng essence, I can get better when I see me, if that's the case, I still have to wonder if he is really sick~" Pei Baoer smiled and picked up the book again.

Beiyan was a little dissatisfied with his master's frivolous attitude: "Master, how can you say that about the prince?" Obviously, you were sick before, and the prince also took care of you with undressed, afraid of taking you to rest, and gave you his main house to you, and ran to sleep in the study, the prince was blue and black at the moment for a few days, presumably he didn't sleep well......"

is so chattering, living like an old woman, where is it like a young girl in her early twenties.

Pei Bao'er was so annoyed by her that she didn't have the heart to read the book, so she simply put the book on the case, and said angrily: "You're chattering here, don't you just want me to go over?" But the prince has been sleepless at night recently, and this point is mostly to make up for sleep, otherwise it is to read official documents and meet with foreign ministers. Tell me, what did I do? Fan or polish the ink for his old man? ”

Beiyan was not afraid of her bluff at all, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the master is not completely unintentional, he knows the prince's work and living hours well~"

After teasing, before Pei Bao'er could pinch her waist, Beiyan hurriedly dodged two steps, and said: "Since the princess is interested, let the people below go to explore the road first, and see if there are ministers in the front yard at this time." The ginseng and jujube chicken soup in the small kitchen is about to be stewed, and the slave will send it over~" After that, as if he was afraid that Pei Baoer would say no, the soles of his feet slipped away like oil.

Pei Bao'er was so angry and funny, she couldn't read the book at all, and she wasn't even interested in reading the new book that Beiyan went out to collect for her a few days ago. She simply got up and went to the fat son's house to check on his homework.

Unexpectedly, she carried out such a surprise attack, secretly monitoring her son from the window to see if he was sleeping lazily or playing with other toys, but she found that the little guy was actually holding a yellow book and reading. And with a solemn face, the word "Bodhisattva" was faintly seen on the book cover.