Han Youning's eyes lit up, he met Master Xuanzhi, approached him and lowered his voice, "Since Master has said so......

She turned her head to look at Zhao Chengyuan and Ye Chang Luoping, "Lord Wang, you go out with Senior Brother first, and I'll talk to Master." ”

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "Okay."

Zu Zhen invited them out of the courtyard, and Han Youning pulled Master Xuanzhi into the meditation room.

She wasn't sure who the senior brother's kung fu was higher than Zhao Chengyuan, but with the senior brother and several other senior brothers watching, Zhao Chengyuan definitely couldn't overhear her talking to the master.

Han Youning closed the door and couldn't wait to ask, "Master, where is the sixth brother?" ”

Master Xuanzhi sat down slowly, stroked his beard and smiled, "Don't be in a hurry, you should come, you will naturally come."

Han Youning sat beside him, squinted at his beard, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, it's better not to trick me." ”

Master Xuanzhi's hand brushing his beard couldn't help but tighten, and then calmly let go, "The monks don't speak. You wait patiently, the opportunity will come. ”

Han Youning showed him the jade pendant, "Then Master, take a look, is the sixth brother's soul still there?" ”

Master Xuanzhi slowly closed his eyes, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed. ”

Han Youning snorted coldly, "It's really good to be a monk, if others don't believe it, they will say that their family members don't speak, if you don't want to say it, you can say that the secret of heaven must not be revealed, and if you say that it is not successful, you will say that the opportunity has not come." ”

Master Xuanzhi silently recites the Heart Sutra, his own apprentice, his own apprentice.

Han Youning didn't ask anything in the end.

Master Xuanzhi checked her pulse, and she was in good health, not affected by the fake death medicine in the slightest.

But at Zhao Chengyuan's strong request, Master Xuanzhi still used ginseng snow lotus as medicine and prepared some pills for Han Youning.

He said to Zhao Chengyuan, "This pill can nourish the kidneys and nourish the blood, and the donor will take it, and the effect is also excellent." ”

Ye Chang and Luo Ping, who were guarding the door, looked at each other in shock, our prince is so young that he wants to ...... Tonifying the kidneys?

Also, this master of Xuanzhi is a high-ranking monk, is it so improper? Even if you love a little apprentice, you can't even worry about other people's affairs, right?

Zhao Chengyuan's face was a little uncomfortable, and he said in a deep voice, "No need. This king does not need to. ”

Master Xuanzhi glanced at him lightly, "If the donor likes this white hair, it doesn't matter if you don't take it." ”

With that, he stroked his beard, which had thinned a lot, and walked out of the meditation room.

Zhao Chengyuan frowned, is it used for black hair?

Han Youning lay on Zhao Chengyuan's lap and giggled.

It was easy to make Zhao Chengyuan deflated, the master was really powerful!

Han Youning stayed in the side courtyard, taking pills every day and making snacks for the master.

A few days later, she was discharged from the hospital and went to the top of the mountain with Zhao Chengyuan.

It was late autumn, and the peach tree had withered its branches and leaves, standing alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the southern Chudi.

Next to the peach tree stood a huge rock, and there were traces of swords on the rock, which was sharp and steep.

The autumn wind blows, the dead leaves fall slowly, blow over the boulders, and are swept into the air by the mountain wind, fluttering.

Han Youning stroked the boulder, "This is the prince who moved here?" ”

In the past few days, Zhao Chengyuan has come over a lot, and every time he goes back, there is a gloomy color between his eyebrows.

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "King Xiliang moved here, and split the mountain into stone. ”

He pointed to a few dark red blood stains on the boulder, "This is the blood he vomited." I used too much force and hurt my heart. ”

Han Youning sighed faintly, that heart vein was not injured by a boulder.

The two put sacrifices on the table and worshiped Princess Baorong.

After that, he said goodbye to Master Xuanzhi and went down the mountain.

Han Youning opened the curtain and looked at it for a long time, and found that there was no one on the way down the mountain, and then thought about it when he went out of the courtyard to the top of the mountain today, he didn't seem to see any pilgrims in the temple.

She turned her head and asked Zhao Chengyuan, "The prince has closed the mountain?" ”

Zhao Chengyuan nodded.

Han Youning sighed, "The prince's face is really big, I have never encountered the closure of Hongtai Temple!" ”

Zhao Chengyuan rubbed her head, "Maybe it's because of your big face." ”

"Oh, that's impossible!" Han Youning raised his little thumb and measured, "In my master's heart, it's good to have such a big face as a fingernail." Master, he is actually very cold, and our master-apprentice relationship is all barely maintained by glutinous rice osmanthus cake! ”

Zhao Chengyuan chuckled and pointed to a box full of calligraphy and paintings on the side, "Then what is the explanation of these calligraphy and paintings?" ”

Han Youning leaned on Zhao Chengyuan's arms, "It was he who felt guilty and used it to make me happy." Hmph, I'm not Su Bai, how can I be happy with a few calligraphy and paintings. ”

The old monk saved her grandfather back then, and Princess Baorong was buried on the top of Cangyuan Mountain, so he must know a lot of things. But he said that everything has its own fate, and he refused to tell her anything in advance, so she and Zhao Chengyuan went to Xiliang to work hard. It's no wonder he's not guilty.

"Guilt? Why the guilt? ”

"It's all gone, don't mention it. Just ......"

Han Youning was buried in Zhao Chengyuan's arms and stopped talking.

As long as the sixth brother can come back, she won't worry about the old monk.

Zhao Chengyuan looked down at the little girl who was hiding a little secret, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, your husband can always figure it out." ”

"Hmph, I won't say, you can't guess."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "It's hard to say." ”

"We'll see." Han Youning buried his head in his arms again, "I'll take a nap, and call me when it's time." ”

"Hmm."

As the carriage reached the foot of the hill, there was a commotion outside, accompanied by the shouts of children.

Zhao Chengyuan lifted the curtain.

A guard was carrying a little beggar, "Stinky boy, capable enough, dare to bite?" ”

The little beggar looked like he was five or six years old, thin and small, ragged, and dirty.

He kicked and scratched in the air, shouting arrogantly, "Let go of me!" Be careful that the master bites you again! ”

Zhao Chengyuan asked, "What's going on?" ”

The guard restrained the little beggar and said loudly in the direction of the carriage, "Lord Wang, this little beggar has been wandering around the bottom of the mountain for several days, and he doesn't want to give food or silver. ”

Zhao Chengyuan put down the curtain and said lightly, "Don't entangle with him, send some silver." ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

The guard threw the little beggar to the ground and threw him a piece of broken silver, "All right, go up the mountain and worship your Buddha!" ”

The little beggar landed dexterously, and ran in the direction of the carriage without letting himself fall or picking up the silver.

The guards hurriedly chased him up and grabbed him, "Stinky boy, believe it or not, I beat you?" ”

The little beggar opened his mouth to bite him, and the guard pinched his jaw so that his mouth couldn't move, "Lord Wang, this little beggar is really difficult, and he still sends him to the mountain, so as not to make trouble again." ”

"Don't hurt him."

"Yes!"

The guard carried the little beggar and walked up the hill.

As he passed by the carriage, the little beggar was shouted in the direction of the carriage.

The guard whispered, "Stop! ”

The little beggar turned his head and stared tightly in the direction of the car window, his palm-sized face full of sorrow, and tears rolling down.

(End of chapter)