The fourth year of auspicious charm, the first day of June.

Master Qingxuan was invited by the queen to the imperial capital to give a lecture on the scriptures and educate all the people to abstain from evil and turn to good.

The emperor's famous nobles came out one after another, basking in the sun and eating fast on the pulpit every day, and not all of them took refuge in Buddhism - most of them were still to fight for a good eye in front of the queen, after all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has reached the age of choosing a relative.

The sun is blazing.

In the center of the courtyard were two ceramic pitchers, in which a few arrows were scattered, and the shadows converged on the ground.

"Master Qingxuan will come back from Tianzhu to take the scriptures and bring back many scriptures to dedicate to Your Majesty." Cheng Yuan stood up straight and reported one by one, "He trekked to Tianzhu on foot and came back safely, and now the people say that he is a 'holy monk'." ”

Chu Zhixia sat down and collapsed in the chair, picked up an arrow and threw it into the pitcher carelessly, "Master Qingxuan, I've heard it too." ”

Cheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not as powerful as Deng Mian, he has very little news, and he is worried about how to deal with Chu Zhixia.

The arrow flew into the pitcher with a "bang", and there was a crisp sound.

"A few years ago, my eldest brother came to the capital to report on his work, and he met this bald donkey to give a lecture to the queen." Chu Zhixia said lazily, "In front of all the guests, he said that my brother's killing spirit is too much, not the appearance of longevity, if you don't put down the butcher's knife and kneel every day to beg the Buddha to forgive, you will definitely not die well." ”

When these words spread to the clouds, Chu Mingxiu was half angry, and he chased after the master of the dream machine and asked if this was the case for half a year. Not long after, Qing Xuan passed through the Yongxue Pass on his way to Tianzhu to learn the scriptures, and was almost cut in two by Chu Mingxiu.

Cheng Yuan was so frightened that he swallowed back what he was about to say, coughing so much that he almost couldn't stand.

"Why hasn't this mouthless bald donkey died?" Chu Zhixia asked sincerely.

Not only did he not die, but he also had a smooth life, fame and fortune. The queen already respects the Buddhist family, and Qingxuan has traveled thousands of miles to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures, and rewards are indispensable.

Cheng Yuan pondered: "Maybe it's because it's not time?" ”

Chu Zhixia snorted coldly.

——

Choshin Palace.

The palace maid slowly unfolded the scroll, and the two monks sat opposite each other under the Bodhi tree, barefoot. The monk's eyebrows are gray, but his demeanor is flying and smart, as if his cheeks are red when he talks about the place where he rises; The linden tree is full of greenery, and if you look closely, even every vein on the leaves is clearly visible.

"This is the turmoil in the art academy a few days ago, and many paintings were lost, and Zhao Fu's "Two Zen Pictures" was not saved." Bai Ziche rolled up his sleeves and bowed his head to the side, "This is an imitation of the son-in-law, I hope to chat with the queen mother as a comfort, and I hope the queen mother will not dislike it." ”

"If you don't say it's an imitation, this palace still thinks it's Zhao Fu's authentic handiwork." The queen stroked the scroll and sighed.

"The queen mother praised it." Bai Ziche was still respectful.

"Speaking of the turmoil in the art academy, this palace remembers that the edict of the painting academy has taught you to paint for many years, how could you do such a thing?"

Bai Ziche gritted his back molars, and the muscles in his throat were so tense that they were about to break, almost forcing out the sour water in his mouth.

However, he only softened his tone and said calmly, "Erchen doesn't know people clearly, and the painting academy is edicted...... Deserve. ”

The queen sighed and said, "You are a good boy. Since I was a child, I have been chanting sutras and reciting Buddhas by my side, and my heart is simpler. In this way, the eunuchs looking for the painting of a folk woman were also instructed by the edict of the academy? ”

As she spoke, she went to pull Bai Ziche's hand, but Bai Ziche seemed to be burned, and pulled her hand back suddenly.

Bai Ziche's face was at a loss, and he said cautiously: "Don't blame the queen mother, son...... There are injuries on his body, which may disturb the queen mother. The painting was not directed, and it was indeed written by Erchen, but Erchen did not know that there would be such consequences. ”

Bai Ziche raised his eyelashes slightly, he was already delicate and weak, so he looked a little pitiful.

"The third brother has already taught Erchen a lesson. Erchen came this time to make amends to his mother. ”

The queen forcefully pulled his hand and rolled up the sleeve that covered his fingertips, revealing a hand wrapped in a white strip of cloth from the knuckles to the wrist. Bai Ziche has been frightened since he was a child, and he has not been able to grow a few taels of flesh, and the bone joints on his hands are prominent, and there is another fragile beauty.

"This is Yu'er?" The queen was slightly angry.

"No, it's the contusion of the muscles caused by the son's desk painting for days, and there is a plaster under the cloth." Bai Ziche said softly, "It's the fault of the sons, don't be angry." ”

"You stupid boy...... "The queen slapped him lightly on the back and sighed, "it's just a painting, how can it be worth your embarrassment." ”

——

Bai Ziche came out of Changxin Palace and walked alone on the long palace road.

Behind the palace walls on both sides are the little palace maids who were beaten by the old lady with thin bamboo strips, and the concubines who were bored and fluttered butterflies with embroidered gold fans.

The peach and plum are gone, and the summer is in a hurry.

Bai Ziche suddenly saw a pair of eyes, bright and beautiful.

"What happened to His Highness's hand?" Chu Zhixia stood in front of him, his eyes lowered, and fell on his hand wrapped in a white cloth, "A mint smell...... And the smell of Artemisia annua, His Highness's hand is sprained? ”

"I'm too tired from drawing, and my muscles are bruised." Bai Ziche smiled comfortably, "Why is Miss Chu here?" ”

"Today's Yu Linwei, I am on duty." Chu Zhixia also smiled, "Is Your Highness okay?" ”

"In my situation, it seems that it couldn't be worse." Although Bai Ziche said this, he did not show any bitterness, and smiled heartily.

The direction behind Bai Ziche is Changxin Palace, the residence of the queen.

Chu Shixia heard that Bai Ziche was raised by the queen, and the queen likes to worship Buddha, treats people alienated and cold, and even cares about her two sons, presumably Bai Ziche didn't have a good life when he was a child.

"After that day, the Third Highness didn't embarrass you again, did he?" Chu Shixia asked again.

"Miss Chu seems to care about me very much." Bai Ziche smiled, "Why?" ”

"There are so many people in the imperial capital, but His Royal Highness chose to come to me that day, why?" Chu Shixia asked rhetorically.

Bai Ziche pondered for a moment, as if he was seriously thinking about this question: "Because I think you are the one who cares about the truth." You just thought I was gambling, and luckily, I won. ”

Although the edict of the academy died in the end.

"I care about Your Highness because I don't think it should be like this." Chu Zhixia patted him on the shoulder rebelliously and said casually, "Cause and effect, a person who has not done anything bad has to be crushed by someone at will. ”

Chu Zhixia smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head, "Things in this world shouldn't be like this. ”

Bai Ziche laughed, not mocking, but with a little pity and confusion: "Miss Chu is only fifteen years old." King Zhenbei loves you like that, you shouldn't have suffered anything since you were a child. How can you feel this way? ”

"Maybe it's because the minister is young and old." Chu Zhixia smiled casually.

Bai Ziche looked down at her slightly for a moment, and suddenly unfolded his palm, and there were a few pine nut candies lying in it, and the frosting was snow-white.

"A little bow, Miss Xie Chu's grace on a rainy night."

——

Akiba Mountain House.

There was no one in the courtyard of the sinking boat, firstly, he did not need to be served, and secondly, the subordinate could not find his shadow at all.

The courtyard was silent, except for the sound of leaves rustling in the wind.

Shen Zhou sat barefoot on the mat, groped for acupuncture points on his arm, and pierced them one by one with silver needles.

The last needle pierced the pupil in the corner of the eye, and a drop of bright red blood immediately appeared, but it quickly turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye—and by the time it slipped from the corner of Shen Zhou's eye, it was already as black as the vermilion of age.

But Shen Zhou's eyesight vaguely recovered, and a gray light came in front of him.

There was a "squeak" sound when the courtyard door was pushed, and Shen Zhou quickly pulled out the silver needle, kicked it under the bed, pulled down his sleeves, and pretended that he had done nothing.

"Shen Zhou, see what delicious food I brought you back?" Chu Zhixia's casual voice sounded, and he walked in without knocking on the door, so familiar that he seemed to have entered his own yard.

She bent down and snapped her fingers in front of Shen Zhou, "What are you in a daze?" Yuzhu said that she hadn't seen you all day. The eldest lady came back from duty, passed by Suzaku Street, and bought you a lot of delicious food. There are also pine nut candy given by the four princes. ”

Chu Zhixia picked up a pine nut candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked with a smile: "Sweet, right?" ”

Shen Zhou nodded vaguely.

He still couldn't see anything clearly, and Chu Zhixia was a vague shadow of Tianshui Qing in his eyes.

The moment the pine nut candy was swallowed, Shen Zhou found that he had lost even his sense of taste.

He took a sip of dry pine nut candy and waited for Chu Zhixia to feed it.

"The snacks in the palace are really good, next time His Majesty calls me to a banquet, I will bring you some more." Chu Zhixia peeled off the paper coat of the sugar gourd, babbled, and fed a hawthorn to Shen Zhou's mouth.

Shen Zhou bit down without blinking, and the sugar coating "clicked".

"Is it sweet?" Shen Zhou still nodded.

Chu Zhixia himself also took a bite of the sugar gourd, and his heart was shocked.

The sweet sugar coating couldn't hide the musty and sour smell of rotten hawthorn, and a disgusting sour smell rushed from the tip of the tongue to the heavenly spirit cover. She watched steadily, as Shen Zhou's face spit out the hawthorn core without changing color, chewed the sugar gourd, and swallowed it.

Chu Zhixia silently ate a whole bunch of sugar gourds, each of which was rotten and sour.

If it weren't for Shen Zhou's luck, he ate the only sweet hawthorn.

That's ......

Shen Zhou seemed to have noticed her abnormality, and raised his head to sign and asked her, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Chu Zhixia said casually, "Last time you won the painting, were you injured?" ”

"You've asked so many times." Shen Zhou was a little helpless, "I'm not hurt." ”

Chu Zhixia suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his face, and laughed half-truthfully, "Our face of Shen Zhou, if it is scratched by someone who doesn't know how to do it, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing?" Let me take a closer look. ”

Chu Zhixia's gaze swept over the corner of Shen Zhou's eyes, where there was a little red like cinnabar tears.

Pupil acupoint, cure eye diseases.

Chu Zhixia fell into the ice cellar, only to feel that there was a hard and sharp ice ballast flowing in her veins, and she was about to scramble to tear open her body and push it out.

Why...... Chu Zhixia's mind was blank, why did he refuse to say it even though he knew that the residual poison had attacked?

It's time for the palate, what's next?

Chu Zhixia's hands had swept through the chess pieces, held the sword, and killed people, but he almost trembled when he stroked Shen Zhou's eyebrows.

Shen Zhou suddenly held her fingertips and asked suspiciously, "Why are your hands so cold on such a hot day?" ”