Xiao Qingjue and Ah Yang bowed to the doorkeeper in front of Shitai's door and asked about Shitai's physical condition.

The person guarding the door was overjoyed when he saw the two of them coming back, and was about to go to report it, but when he saw Xiao Qingjue's words, he directly pulled Ah Yang and retreated.

Ah Yang looked at the person holding his hand, slightly puzzled, and heard Xiao Qingjue's whispered indignation. "Do you remember the boy we stopped on the way back with something in his hand?"

"You mean the urn we looted?" As soon as these words came out, Ah Yang's heart chuckled, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Qingjue stood in place and didn't speak, thought for a long time, and finally calmed down, and sorted out everything for Ah Yang. "Mrs. Shi has suffered arrow wounds, and every winter, the pain is unbearable to toss and turn."

"What sword? A sword pinned to your waist, or an arrow with feathers? Yang asked rhetorically.

"Feathered." Xiao Qingyu said with certainty, and added. "And a lot of wounds."

"It should be to block arrows for others, and those with feathers should be related to the war." Yang hung his head in contemplation.

"Yes, a general." Xiao Qingyu said shamelessly. "I once secretly watched Mrs. Shi draw, a general who likes to wear purple robes, but Mrs. Shi has never painted her face."

Xiao Qingyu said and turned to the topic, "I have long heard that the general has been dead for many years, but Mrs. Shi doesn't know, the woman married by the general actually brought the urn now, or the son who looked like the general took it personally, what kind of evil intentions do you say!" ”

"His heart can be punished." Ah Yang was slightly shocked, and couldn't help but argue. "But didn't Mrs. Shi put it down a long time ago."

"I think if the people who have been put down a long time ago should have returned to the vulgar a long time ago."

As the two were talking, two little monks hurriedly came from behind, looking at the two of them with bright faces. "Mrs. Shi told me to come and find you two to go in."

The two glanced at each other, hid the excitement in their hearts, and immediately raised their feet and walked back.

When she pushed the door in, Mrs. Shi was still pale, her face was solemn, and she sat on the stool neatly dressed, her wrinkled hands turned the teacup slightly, and poured herself a cup of tea. As soon as the heavy eyelids were lifted, he asked Ah Yang to go out and guard the door, leaving Xiao Qingyu alone.

"I don't know what the master wants to explain." Xiao Qingjue saluted respectfully, and then sat down opposite Shitai.

"I'm thinking, it's not long before the palace is going to act, reminding you to make plans." Mrs. Shi didn't shirk it, and went straight to the point.

"It's time to plan well, so as not to disturb the pure land of Buddhism." Xiao Qingjue hooked her lips and smiled, there was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and the room was suddenly gloomy.

"You'd better go back to the temple first, so as not to be exposed." Mrs. Shi told again.

The Nine Emperor Princes claimed to be raised in the National Temple, in fact, Zheng Guifei personally sent the still infant Nine Emperor Princes to Yongzhou, a poor and remote mountain but also a military fortress, Xiao Qingju only occasionally went to the National Temple to familiarize himself with the people and scenery there, and also the big and small things that have happened there in recent years.

In recent years, the old emperor's body has become more and more destructive, and he has repeatedly sighed to the courtiers, thinking very much about the Nine Emperors who are recuperating outside.

In the battle for succession, many of them also had ghost ideas.

When the wind rises, it is the breath of the mountain full of buildings when the wind and rain are coming.

A prince, especially a prince with a strong matrilineal line, is very feared before the prince is established.

Xiao Qingyu, who was cultivating in Buddhism, did not have any special views on the throne, on the other hand, Concubine Zheng Guifei, who was in the palace, was ambitious.

There is no doubt that the people in the family will prosper and lose.

"When you get out of this piece of land and out of Yongzhou City, you have to look at people with colored eyes in the future." Xiao Qingjue couldn't help but sigh jokingly.

Mrs. Shi looked at the slightly immature face, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and the topic changed to the ordinary world. Xiao Qingjue smiled again, and answered with his teacher fluently.

Hearing the laughter coming from inside, Ah Yang, who was guarding the door, stretched out his twisted eyebrows.

"If it's all right, you can go and find that half-immortal." Inside the house, Mrs. Shi said meaningfully.

"You mean that person." Xiao Qingyu squeaked slightly, "If he preaches the Fa with me, what if I can't answer?" ”

"It seems that you listened a lot to the scriptures and morality in the early years, and your mind is full of some metaphysical Buddhism, and you are not such an extreme person who seeks to study, so why bother you." Mrs. Shi said with relief.

"Okay, teachable." Xiao Qingyu said that it was better to be respectful than to obey his fate.

"Be careful, don't let anyone find out who you are." Shitai made a pun.

In the end, Xiao Qingyu went out, looked back at Mrs. Shi's gray face, opened her mouth, and finally didn't say anything.