Xia Ji glanced sideways at his sister-in-law, and the princess was holding a book and reading softly.

"The husband is made in secret, and the words are defeated. It is not necessary to abandon one's body and vent it, but to talk about what is hidden, so that one is in danger. He is evident that something has happened, but he has done something else, and the speaker does not know what he has done, and he knows what he is doing, and he is in danger......"

Xia Ji knew that this book, which was the beginning of "The Way of Quan", was to explain the danger of the side of the companion from the perspective of the courtiers, in which the mind was delicate, the strategy was complex, and it was difficult to use the power if you wanted it.

The author of this book is no longer able to investigate, but it should have been written by someone in ancient times, and it has been handed down to this day, and it is also the only one that only the imperial palace has, after all, the study of the art of power and conspiracy is not something that ordinary people can do. It's a pity that the skill beads provided by such a book are only blue, and I think it's too rigid in the way of scheming and falling behind.

Xia Xiaosu read carefully, engrossed without distractions, obviously his mood had begun to change, Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief with some relief, and then did not bother the Nine Emperor Maidens, just walked to the edge of the bookshelf farther away, took out the first book in front of him, and read it directly.

In this chaotic capital of heavy snow, the turbulent pattern, the mountain rain is coming, and there is an enemy hidden inside, but he uses secret agents to provoke right and wrong by unscrupulous means, but he doesn't show himself.

But in such a chaotic situation, the prince and the princess were reading in the morning in the library pavilion, and the tone of the book was not hurried or slow.

After reciting the two books, Xia Ji's hand was about to grab the third book, when there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, he pressed back the book that had only been pulled out halfway, turned around and walked to the door, and opened the door softly, Xia Xiaosu read extremely seriously, she was even completely engaged without being affected by herself.

Outside the house, when the guards who came saw the prince go out, they were half-kneeling in the snow and shouted, "Qiqi..."

After saying two words, Xia Jimeng raised his hand to signal him to stop, and then pointed outside the courtyard.

The guard understood, so he got up and walked outside the courtyard, and Xia Ji also walked out, he didn't want to disturb Xiao Su's study, just like in those two years, the Nine Emperor Daughters often stood outside the door with a lunch box, and only after he finished reading the book did she pretend to have just arrived.

The snow fell in the courtyard, and at the arch, the guards knelt down again and reported: "Your Highness, Leiyin Temple has sent monks to return the prayer beads, Zen staff and relics of the Sorrowful Sky Monk." ”

Xia Ji was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where are the prayer beads, Zen staff, and relics?"

The guard said, "It has been put away by my father-in-law and placed in the royal armory." ”

Xia Ji said: "Take it, and then let the monks of Leiyin Temple come to see me." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

A moment later.

The prayer beads, Zen staffs, and relics have been placed on a splendid long plate under the eaves of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

A smiling monk in a robe also came from afar with the guards.

The guards were in front of the door, and the smiling monk thanked him, and then entered the archway, and saw the young prince sitting cross-legged under the eaves, drinking tea with his left hand, and the smiling monk said: "The old man has seen the Seventh Highness." ”

Xia Ji said: "Why did the monk come?"

Wen Kong said: "Come for the rosary, the Zen staff, and the relics." ”

Xia Ji asked, "Do the monks also hold on to it?"

Wen Kong: "The monks also need to live in this world, so they naturally hold on, these three things are originally owned by my Leiyin Temple, and I hope His Royal Highness can return them." ”

Xia Ji said directly: "You are not here in the ghost side to attack the city, and you are here to trouble the imperial city?"

Wen Kong said: "Senior brother Xianyun Yehe, he has not returned to the temple for a long time, and what he did has nothing to do with Leiyin Temple. ”

Xia Ji said: "The monks don't speak, the monk says so, can the Zen mind still be stable?"

Wenkong said calmly: "The old man has not spoken, and his Zen heart will naturally not move. ”

Xia Ji said: "Has the monk seen his own heart?"

Wenkong shook his head.

Xia Ji asked: "I haven't seen it, how do you know that you can't move?"

Wenkong asked rhetorically: "Has Your Highness seen it?"

Xia Ji said: "I've seen it, not only have I seen it, but I can also help the monk draw it." ”

Wenkong was stunned, and then shook his head with a smile, although this highness has been sincerely chanting for more than two years, and has a Zen heart and broke the sea of suffering, but the heart is a thing, ethereal, unpredictable, how can it be drawn?

Zen heart is even more mysterious, often hard thinking and meditation can not beg, suddenly looking back but has an epiphany, a hundred feet to go nowhere, and then further see Zen heart.

How do you draw such a mind?

Seeing that he didn't think so, Xia Ji said: "If I can't draw the monk's heart, these three things will be returned directly as they are." ”

Wenkong smiled and said, "Good." ”

Xia Ji said: "But if I draw it, what does the monk want?"

Wen Kong said: "What does Your Highness want?"

Xia Ji said: "How many ancient treasures are there in Leiyin Temple?"

Wen Kong said: "The secret collection has been handed down from ancient times to the present, and it has been lost a lot, and His Royal Highness has already read the "Present Rulai Sutra" and "The Past Burning Lamp Sutra", then there is still a copy of "The Treasure of the Treasure". ”

Xia Ji said: "Then use this book to exchange for the rosary Zen staff relics, I can return it after only three days." ”

Wenkong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought that His Highness would not only ask about the sad sky, but also ask about the cause and effect behind the scenes, but these things were really unclear to him, and they involved a lot.

He thought that these three things were very important, and the magic weapons involved had to be returned, so he said: "The condition for referring to the secret treasure is to break the treasure of the sea of suffering, since Your Highness has broken it, then the old man can take an oath in his heart and discuss the matter of borrowing books with the abbot." ”

Xia Ji nodded, and then beckoned: "Monk come here, I'll help the monk draw his heart." ”

The smiling monk walked up to the Seven Princes of the Great Shang with a little curiosity.

Xia Ji poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea is already cold.

But with a slight grip of his left hand, the high temperature generated by Jiuyang's true qi almost instantly made the tea steam, making a sound that was boiling like a fish's eyes moving slightly.

The next moment, Xia Ji raised his left hand, and the hot tea was splashed directly on Wenkong's face.

Wenkong was caught off guard, only to feel that his eyebrows were hot, his eyes hurt, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said angrily: "What are you doing?!!!"

Xia Ji didn't answer, his right hand was dipped in tea, silently integrated a bit of the Zen spirit of lighting the lamp, and painted on the coffee table, and in a few moments, he drew the face of an angry monk.

The Seven Princes of the Great Shang got up quietly and left with their hands in their hands.

The voice floated from afar: "This is the monk's heart, does the monk feel that it moves?"

Wenkong looked at the face on the coffee table, angry and hideous, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded...

In the next moment, he suddenly had red ears on the ground, kneeling in the snow, his Zen heart was shaking, thinking back to the sentence questioned by the Seven Princes of the Great Shang, "The monks don't speak, the monk said so, can the Zen heart still be stable", and then looked at the hideous and angry face on the table, Wenkong's soul was shaken, and he could no longer suppress it, and he threw himself forward, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist.

His Zen heart was broken.