"Nephew, wait!"

Xiahou Rong shouted.

took out a volume of documents, handed it to Xiahou Chun, and said softly: "This is an edict from Taikang. ”

The edict becomes bright yellow, the material belongs to the silk brocade, which is soft and fire-resistant and not easy to tear, and is dedicated to the royal family, and is often used in edicts, bookkeeping, etc.

Xiahou Chun frowned slightly, and there seemed to be uneasiness in his heart.

He pursed his lips and took it, spread it out to take a look, read it carefully, and after skimming most of the flowery rhetoric, he finally stayed on the words 'abolishing the position of Prince Xiahou Chun'.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his hands clenched suddenly, and his breath became extremely dangerous.

King Jin said lightly: "Are you still thinking about compromise now?" ”

Xiahou Chun lowered his eyes and was silent.

Xiahou Rong walked out of the sandalwood table with his hand, walked to Xiahou Chun's side, and said earnestly: "Those who achieve great things are not informal, if you are willing, uncle can help you ascend the throne!" ”

Xiahou Chun raised his eyes and met a pair of blazing eyes.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, and that flame called ambition.

Also called desire.

Xiahou Chun smiled.

He threw the edict in his hand and sneered, "Abolish me? Isn't she afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken? ”

King Jin squinted, his heart moved, and he said softly: "Could it be that His Royal Highness still has a backhand?" ”

Xiahou Chun turned around and left, leaving a faint sentence, "Without him, the general trend is mine." ”

Xiahou Rong watched the thin figure walk out of the study and fell silent.

Trend?

You're all wasted, and there's a big trend.

But what if there is?

Now that His Majesty has no news, Taikang City Ji Si Chen, if these Xiahou clans don't want to be killed, they must 'clear the king's side'.

Xiahou Rong's face was uncertain, and he couldn't get up to fight?

Suddenly, Xiahou Chun, who was about to step out of the threshold, turned his head to look at him, and said meaningfully: "I advise my uncle not to act rashly, the truth of the matter is still unknown." ”

Xiahou Rong looked indifferent, "I'm afraid my nephew is worrying too much." ”

Xiahou Chun smiled and walked out, leaving only a light laugh echoing in the study.

Outside the house, Xiahou Mo said with a smile: "Brother Wang is really envious of being a brother. ”

Xiahou Chun glanced at the cold Tianxin and the smiling Murong Yan, and after secretly pursing his mouth, he chuckled: "I have heard that the princess's sister-in-law is a beautiful celestial, and the fairy appearance is spread all over Guanzhong, and Brother Wang is the one who enjoys the blessings of Qi people." ”

He said with a smile: "They all say that they are delicious but dumplings, I wonder if sister-in-law Wang is willing to satisfy the appetite of the younger brother?" ”

Xiahou Mo's face sank, and his cold eyes stared at Xiahou Chun for a long time, and after snorting coldly, he threw away his sleeves.

"Brother Wang has come from afar, and the journey is tiring, so let's go back and rest as soon as possible."

Xiahou Chun smiled and beckoned Murong Yan, Tianxin and the others to leave the mansion.

With a little effort, with a bang, the gate of the Liukai Palace was slammed shut.

Like the bloody mouth of a beast, it tightened its fangs.

Maybe the next time you open your mouth, it will be a whale swallowing thousands of miles.

Murong Yan said softly: "Brother Shi? ”

Xiahou Chun waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go to the White Dragon Temple." ”

Recalling the conversation in the study, Xiahou Chun frowned slightly, if this uncle of his own family is really so ambitious, even if it is, he will not be exposed so easily, he really thinks that Taikang is a vegetarian.

He touched his chin, the tiger napping is not terrible, what is terrible is that it closes its eyes and pretends to sleep.

Tsk, the old guy actually played this with me.

Xiahou Chun suddenly realized that the old man seemed to be ambitious, but in fact, he had the intention of competing with the fisherman for profit.

Once he raises the banner of 'Qingjun's side', the demon queen and Zhang Shoufu will definitely put down the party struggle and extinguish this fire as soon as possible.

As far as Jinzhou's family background is concerned, how can he withstand the cooperation of Taikang's two positions, he believes that Xiahou Rong will not be able to do anything about suicide.

He smashed his dry and frozen lips, and he just wanted to watch from the wall, but if you still want to pick peaches, then the master can't bear it.

On the side, Murong Yan gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said softly: "Brother Shi, just now he asked us when we would get married and the matter of going north, and the rest didn't say much. ”

Xiahou Chun came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's okay, my brother likes to engage in some intrigues and tricks, and he has been specializing in this kind of small path all his life, and he can't make a big deal, so he doesn't have to take it to heart." ”

Tianxin suddenly said: "Your royal brother is not like a person who indulges in wine, you have to be careful, although it can't be done, but bad things are not difficult." ”

Is there more than enough success and more failure?

Xiahou Chun glanced at her, chuckled, and nodded: "Yes, the surname is Xiahou, and a few of them are simple goods." ”

Tianxin glanced at him with slanted eyes, and sneered: "Yes, didn't someone still want to eat dumplings just now, I really didn't see it in the past, and there is this hobby." ”

Xiahou Chun's smile froze, and he laughed dryly.

Baekyongsa Temple is located in the southwest of Jinju Fortress, where incense is flourishing and bells ring for a long time.

Ride along Wangfu Street, half an hour away.

There are monks outside the temple to sweep the snow, and the novices roll snowballs and build snowmen, and they have a lot of fun.

With the sound of horses' hooves gradually, they immediately affectionately solemn, solemn and sacred.

There is an old man who meticulously sweeps the snow and picks up leaves, with a compassionate face.

Puji put down the broom and stood with a smile.

Xiahou Chun dismounted, put his hands together, "Let the master wait for a long time." ”

Pu Ji patted the flying snow on the cloth and said with a smile: "It's not early, it's not late, it's too late." ”

Tianxin sneered, "The old monk likes to talk nonsense. ”

Xiahou Chun said with a smile: "The master is a master in the world, and his thoughts are naturally different from those of ordinary people like us. ”

Anyone can say beautiful words, Pu Ji smiled and stretched out his hand to invite: "Your Highness is too famous, please." ”

Xiahou Chun held the reins and climbed the stairs.

Looking around, the white snow presses the vermilion tiles, the red wall is buried with green bricks, the ancient trees are deep and secluded, and praises: "Self-cultivation, worship the Buddha and worship the Tao, it is worthy of being a Buddhist resort." ”

A little monk burst out from his side, with a bright smile on his face, "Even the little prince said that we are the holiest place in the world." ”

Xiahou Chun's heart jumped, his face did not change, and he glanced at the old monk.

Pu Ji said lightly: "In front of the nobles, how can you speak? Punish you by copying the Heart Sutra ten times. ”

The little monk immediately fell ill and retreated.

After he left, Pu Ji smiled apologetically, "The words of a childish naughty child, please don't care about it." ”

Xiahou Chun said with a smile: "The words of the childish son are all out of the heart, it seems that my brother Wang often comes to the White Dragon Temple to offer incense." ”

Pu Ji hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "The prince once instructed that if His Royal Highness comes to the temple to worship the Buddha, he must not be stopped, but he must leave within a quarter of an hour. ”

Suddenly, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

Xiahou Chun's face was expressionless.

Tianxin's cold eyes are long and narrow, as if there is a hidden evil spirit.

Murong Yan frowned slightly and snorted coldly.

The control of the Jin Palace's jurisdiction has reached such a state that it can be called pervasive.

Even the White Dragon Temple bowed down.

After Xiahou Chun was silent for a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's actually the palace that is abrupt." ”

Puji sighed secretly and bowed his head slightly, "If Your Highness wants to enter the Buddha to worship the Buddha, the poor monk can guide Your Highness." ”

Xiahou Chun turned around and left, and said lightly: "No need, the threshold of the White Dragon Temple is too high, how dare the prince of this palace dare to climb high and leave." ”

Watching a few people turn over and get on their horses, a few monks who were silent on the side of the old monk raised their heads.

Staring at the figure on horseback, it seemed to be sarcastic.

Pu Ji said expressionlessly: "You can send a message to the prince." ”

A certain shaving monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, "Obey the abbot's edict." ”

On the snow road, Xiahou Chun and the others roared past and went straight to the inn.

A thin and lonely figure at the door shivered, with a sad face.

It's not Wei Maoyi, who is it.

There seemed to be a few bags thrown on the ground on his side.

It's like being thrown out.

Tianxin was furious: "It's too much to deceive people! ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were calm, and he looked deeply in the direction of the palace, and then said to Murong Yan: "Take Miss Wei with you." ”

Murong Yan pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

Wei Maoyi lowered his head, "It's the slave maid who caused trouble for His Highness." ”

Xiahou Chun waved his hand, "It has nothing to do with you, the other party is coming at me." ”

Tianxin glanced at him, "What now?" Do you want to go back to the palace? ”

Murong Yanqiao's face turned white, and he shouted in a low voice: "No! ”

The man with the face supported Murong Yan and sneered: "The dignified prince is also the only one in the world who mixes with you." ”

Xiahou Chun spit on his face, his face was indifferent, but he turned the horse's head without saying a word.

Hurry away.

Tianxin was furious: "Where to go? ”

"Go north!"

Head north now!

Since it is difficult to get help here in Jinju, it is useless to stay for a long time.

After a while, the horseshoe stepped on the snow and headed north, out of the city.

At the same time, in the palace of the king of Jin, the study.

Xiahou Rong is in charge of the book, a good picture of the country.

The little prince Xiahou Mo stood silently.

For a long time, the new king spat lightly.

Throw out a freshly baked edict.

The above is exactly: the position of Prince Hou Chun of Fuxia, and the lord of the Heavenly Dome Pavilion.

Bang!

Xiahou Rong's face was hideous, and he roared in a low voice:

"Zhang Jiangling, you damn it!!"