Concubine De's smile was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, "That's right. We're all blessed with our mothers."

After listening to the words of the two, the concubines all echoed and walked up to Wang Guifei to give her blessings and thanks.

Wang Guifei waved her hand impatiently, "Let's all step down, the palace is lacking."

On the way out of the palace, Han Youning was surrounded by a voice of "Old Ancestor", and he couldn't hide.

What can't be avoided is Zhao Chen's shadowy gaze, which makes her like a man's back.

At the gate of the palace, Han Jun and Han Sixing were waiting there, and the cold air around them was overwhelming.

The Imperial Forest Army guarding the gate is waiting for fear that Dingguo Gong will break into the inner palace again, he has military merits to protect his body, but they have nothing!

Han Jun saw that his daughter came out safe and sound, and his power was relieved, and he suddenly became a kind and calm father.

He stood in place and smiled as his daughter walked over, looking very relaxed, which embarrassed the guards!

It's just that a respected master like Master Qingde, how can he walk behind his daughter?

Han Youning walked up to his father with a smile, looked up and smiled, "Father, I said it would be fine, right?"

Han Jun laughed and said, "She is worthy of being the daughter of her father! This spirit is stronger than that of all sons!"

Han Sixing, the disliked son, glared at his grinning sister and echoed, "Father is right."

Han Jun swept past Zhao Chengyuan and saluted Zhao Chen, "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking care of you."

Zhao Chen bowed his head, "Today's matter, Lonely has not helped much." He looked at Han Youning with a smile, "Ling Yan doesn't need others to take care of her, she is enough to deal with it alone."

Han Jun laughed loudly, "This girl is with her father, if she is given a sword, she will be able to kill the enemy in battle!"

Han Sixing raised his forehead, it would be too much to say so!

Han Youning lowered his eyes to avoid Zhao Chen's gaze, and pulled his father's sleeve, not wanting him to greet Zhao Chen again.

"Father, let's go."

"Okay, okay."

Han Jun enjoyed his daughter's coquettishness very much, and made a loving father who was obsessed and relied on by his daughter, and said goodbye to everyone one by one.

It's just that Zhao Chengyuan is very perfunctory.

"Amitabha."

Master Qingde saluted Han Youning, "Uncle go slowly."

Xiao Ruyi also recited the Buddha's name to give gifts, "Ancestor walk slowly!"

Han Youning also recited the Buddha's name, "Master, take your leave."

Han Jun sighed that the master was so respectful to his daughter, which showed that his daughter was capable.

The smile on his face froze when he walked not far away, and he turned his head sideways and asked his daughter, "What did Master Qingde call you just now?"

Han Youning said, "Uncle Shi."

Han Jun's eyes moved slightly, "Senior Uncle? Where do you start?"

Han Youning put the Buddha beads given to her by Master Qingde into her father's hand, and said with a smile, "It's a long story, I'll talk to you about it when I return home." This bead was blessed by Master Qingde, and my father wears it on weekdays to keep him safe."

She got into the carriage, but saw Han Sixing running over, "I know the origin of Ning Ya's generation!"

Han Youning leaned on the car window to stop him, "Big brother, don't say it, I'll tell my father myself when I go back!"

Han Sixing pinched her nose, "Little girl, why are you so capable? Such a generation!"

Han Youning grinned, "Yes, I'm just very powerful."

Han Jun looked at his daughter, "You worshipped Master Xuanzhi as a teacher?"

Han Youning was stunned and said in surprise, "How does my father know?"

Han Jun asked, "How often do you go to Hongtai Temple to worship Buddha?"

"My mother has an immortal tablet in Hongtai Temple, and I go to the mountain for a month every June." Han Youning asked, "Father recognizes Master Xuanzhi?"

Han Jun's eyes sank, and he said in a deep voice, "The matter of Hongtai Temple, I will rarely mention it to others in the future." He lowered the curtain, "Let's go."

Han Youning looked suspiciously at the swaying brocade curtain, his father's mountain-like back, hazy in the mist.

In her previous life, she had never mentioned Master Xuanzhi to anyone. She was just a lay disciple, and she didn't have many

Believing in the Buddha, mentioning it is just a laughing stock, which makes people laugh.

She never thought that her father would have anything to do with Master Xuanzhi.

But seeing her father like this made her feel suspicious.

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Jin Wangfu.

The pavilion in the bamboo forest, the cold wind is swaying, and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

There was a chessboard on the stone table, Zhao Chengyuan and Master Qingde sat opposite each other, and the war horses on the chessboard neighed, killing a lot.

When Zhao Chengyuan's son fell, he surrounded the city and slowly picked up the white son.

Master Qingde said slowly, "In the past six years, the prince's chess style has changed from murderous to murderous, so that people can't see any traces. It's just that in this game of chess, the prince is a lot more powerful."

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "The master has long known that she is from the Chen family, but he refuses to tell her. If this king doesn't find out, do you plan to hide it for the rest of your life?"

"Amitabha. This year, you found out that she was the daughter of the Chen family, and you avoided her and refused to see her again. If you had told you her identity back then, would you still be close to her, and you might have been able to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, but you would have been able to suppress the demons in your heart?"

Master Qingde unhurriedly dropped a son, "Those who can't hide their killing thoughts have long since died and have no place to be buried, so how can you and I have the opportunity to play against each other today."

The wind blew through the pavilion and swept across Zhao Chengyuan's face, leaving a layer of coolness.

Of course not.

Back then, without knowing her identity, he almost killed her.

If she had known her identity, I am afraid that her life would have stopped at the day she was nine years old.

Zhao Chengyuan said, "Therefore, from this king to Cangyuan Mountain, it has always been in the design between you and Master Xuanzhi."

Master Qingde stroked his beard and smiled, "No, it started when Uncle Xiao survived under you. Now that you are willing to save her, it can be seen that the demons in your heart have disappeared, and it is not in vain that Master Xuanzhi has worked hard."

Zhao Chengyuan rubbed the chess pieces, and thick ink surged in his eyes.

A moment later, he fell, and the murderous aura on the chessboard suddenly flourished, "Master, you are wrong, the demons in your heart have risen, how can they be eliminated. There will be no one to be left behind."

Master Qingde's face changed slightly.

"Are you going to leave this time in Beijing?"

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "Yes."

Master Qingde's face became solemn, and then he looked at the chessboard, ambushed heavily, killing everywhere, and at this time he had just entered the middle game.

The chess pieces in his hand did not fall for a long time, and finally he sighed and put the white pieces back into the chess jar, "The poor monk is powerless."

Zhao Chengyuan accepted the chess pieces, "The master doesn't have to be disappointed. Although this king is guided by the grace of Buddhism, he is not a Buddhist after all. This king has seven emotions and six desires, and he will do what he should do."

"That's it, the monks ignore the affairs of Hongchen, and the poor monks are entrusted to others, so they have interfered too much, and now it is time to withdraw."

Master Qingde picked up a glutinous rice osmanthus cake, "In the red dust, there is still a little uncle after all."

"The master is at his own convenience."

Zhao Chengyuan got up and left with a snack plate, the long wind was blowing, and his clothes were fluttering.

Master Qingde looked at the osmanthus cake in his hand.

Co-authored, he went down the mountain, and he only got a piece of osmanthus cake from Uncle Xiaoshi?