Qiluo rode a horse and walked quickly, compared to the slow big opponent who wanted to cry, Qiluo walked in front after a while.

Ahead was the Emperor's super invincible luxury carriage, and the chess fell to slow down and keep his distance from them.

Qiluo thought that if he was close to the emperor's carriage, he might be regarded as an assassin, or offended the emperor's majesty, which is generally played in court dramas, and Qiluo summed up a truth from history and TV dramas, there are many rights and wrongs around the emperor, and he will become a thief inexplicably!

Qiluo found that the emperor's carriage was followed by a simple and elegant carriage, surrounded by monks. Qiluo is curious, do the monks still have to participate in the autumn hunt, don't they break the precepts?

Qiluo rode to the two carriages, curious to take a look. The person in the carriage suddenly lifted the curtain, and the chess fell slightly, it turned out to be him!

The "donor" Qingjun's eyes reflected the delicate figure of the chess fall.

"So it's you in the carriage!" The chess losers blushed again.

"The donor is here with the prime minister's daughter!" The monk smiled.

"Hmm!" Qiluo found himself stunned by his smile and hurriedly covered up his gaffe. "By the way, my name is Qiluo, what's your name?"

"Poor Monk Asks"

"Specially enter the empty door to ask the bitter empty, dare to ask the Zen man about Zen. Why is it a floating thing when dreams? For the resurrection of the floating life is in a dream. Qiluo thought of this Zen poem by Shimo.

"It seems that the girl has a deep understanding of Zen." Fu Wen didn't expect Qiluo to explain his name like this.

"It's not what I said, it's the words of a great poet." Qiluo hurriedly explained that he didn't have such talent.

"The person in the mouth of the chess donor is very interesting, I wonder if the chess donor can tell him his name." Fu Wen is very curious about the person who plays chess, and the person who can make such a poem makes him feel like a friend.

"Ugh! What's this...... He likes to be pure, and I can't find him! "What Qiluo said is the truth, no one can find him, because the great poet demon is not in this time and space.

I have to say that Fuwen really has a very thorough view of personnel, obviously only in his twenties, but he can see it more clearly than the old man in his old age. Maybe for him, he seems to have been born with the Buddha, but that's it, there is always a faint regret and imperceptible loss in Qiluo's heart.

Yue Mochen's carriage was in front of Fuwen's carriage, and he had a strong ear to hear the conversation between Shogi and Wenfu clearly.

"Why is a dream a floating thing? For the resurrection of the floating life is in a dream. Yuemo City's lips opened slightly, chanting this poem softly.

"Why do you want to participate in the autumn hunt? Could it be that the monks could ......?"

The little monk beside Fu Wen said: "Donor, our Senior Brother Fu is the national teacher personally appointed by the emperor today, so he naturally wants to travel with the emperor and calculate the blessings and disasters for the emperor." ”

I see. "I didn't expect you to be a national teacher at such a young age, I thought that the national teacher was the same as the emperor, they were all old people!" As soon as he accidentally said what was in his heart.

The little monk on the side was frightened by the bold words of the chess drop and recited "Ani Buddha Buddha".

"The chess donor misunderstood, the current emperor doesn't want you to say, but in the year of the weak crown, he will govern the world in an orderly manner, and he is a generation of masters" The admiration in the eyes of the floating question was undisguised.