Chunguang Brocade

Chapter 165 Mental Deceit (add 1000 Tang beauties)

Master Geng carefully looked around, and leaned in front of his father, "Father, is Ji Chong waiting for us?"

"Nonsense." Geng Taifu immediately denied it.

"But……"

"No but." Taifu Geng said, "As long as Ji Chong doesn't ascend the throne for a day, I will be patient for a day."

"Father, what if King Qin really enthroned his grandson?"

Taifu Geng raised his eyes, as if he saw the palace through the thick door, "That can only be done under the condition that the little master is safe."

The last time Shen Jinlin went to Hengnan to handle a case, would the majestic regent bring a concubine son of a pardoned official into the palace?No matter how weird you think, Mr. Geng can only hold his breath when he sees his father holding his breath.

Outside the study, a black figure heard that the conversation between the two had stopped, and quickly dodged to the roof of the corridor to hide.

After a while, Geng Taifu came out with his hands behind his back, followed by his son, Mr. Geng, the minister of the Ministry of officials.

The black shadow didn't fall down from the corridor until the two were far away, and floated into Mr. Geng's study like a ghost, searching for something quickly.

There was nothing in the secret room. Old Han Tuo was very disappointed. He turned to go out, but found that the door was closed and could not be opened at all.

Having been tied up by Gao Chen once, and just now borrowing the wind to open the door, Shen Chuxia didn't panic too much. She looked at the copper oil lamps nailed to the wall, and gestured one by one until reaching the fifth lamp. She just stopped.

"Uncle Tuo, Fennel, stand behind me."

The seven quickly stepped aside and walked in front of you.

Shen Chuxia reached out to grab the copper lamp, grabbed it heavily, and the copper lamp was picked up.

"It looks like it's fixed." Old Han Tuo leaned down to look at the lamp holder.

"Uncle, don't delay." Shen Chuxia held the lamp, stood behind the lamp just now, and made the seven lamps form a straight line, "Uncle, turn off all the other lights."

Old Han Tuo quickly threw out the big dart, swished it up, and with one dart, all seven lamps went out.

The chamber of secrets suddenly went dark.

Shen Chuxia turned around, blocked the lamp in his hand, and then turned around quickly, revealing bits and pieces of light. When the shadow of the wick jumping hit a certain place, there was a bang, and a thick stone door opened, and a long tunnel appeared in the Out of the eyes of eight people.

Even the taciturn Fenix ​​was amazed, "My God, you actually control the door of the secret room through the oil lamp." As a girl specially trained by the Prince Regent's Mansion, Fenix ​​is ​​familiar with the secret door of the secret room, but the young master you come into contact with is twisted through the mechanism. Opening and closing, no one is so stupid as to use light to control the door.

"That's right, who would have thought that if he entered by mistake and retreated, he would have to wait for death." Old Han Tuo said with emotion, "It's no wonder why the old traitor of the Low family stands upright as a young man, there is really a reason for it."

"Stop talking, let's quickly see what's at the end of the tunnel." Without a single lamp, Shen Chuxia carefully guarded it outside his arms, and the eight of them walked up the tunnel.

Standing behind the rockery with flowing water, Ji Chong could find the entrance no matter what.

Xi Xin broke out in sweat profusely, "Ma'am said the door is made of wind, maybe it can only be opened when there is no wind."

The sky was getting white, and I still found the entrance mechanism, Zhishi was also worried, but the mechanism craftsmen around me tried all of them, and there was still a way to open it.

Ji Chong closed his eyes, and put his index finger on his forehead.

The evening wind blew, and the once bustling Fengyue Building was empty like a ghost mansion.

"Hopu—"

"Your Majesty, the big one is here."

"He will look for the strange craftsman to find the mechanism as Xi Xin said."

"Citrus aurantium—"

"Your Majesty—"

"Notify Prince Feng to let me meet you at Baoye Temple."

How to go where?Citrus Zhi understood, could it be that she was saving Mrs. Shen?I was full of doubts, yes, I only paused for a breath, and immediately carried out the master's order.

Eighty or seventy miles away from the capital, Xishan, the wind blows in the evening of July, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing.

The big novice helped the old abbot set out a bowl of white rice, with a strip of pickled radish under the white rice, and without a pair of chopsticks, it was the old abbot's dinner.

On the opposite side, besides white rice, the big novice’s dinner has no dish or soup. The dish is scrambled eggs with spinach, and the soup is pork ribs and yam. The combination of meat and vegetables is nutritious and delicious.

"Master, the pork ribs with white rice are really fragrant and delicious."

"Eat less if it tastes good." The old abbot said with a vicious smile.

"Thank you, master." The great novice felt depressed, "If the master can eat with you, it will be even more delicious."

The old abbot looked at me with a smile, "He is growing, and your old bones are tired of having little flesh."

The great novice raised his eyes, glanced at the old abbot, who was both skinny and fat, and said with a smile, "Master, no doctor who came to worship Buddha in the next few days said that a body like yours can live for 80 years."

"Lao Na has been rare since ancient times, so it took so long."

"Why is it necessary, when the time comes, the master will be a hundred-year-old man, a Renrui."

The old abbot was arguing with the big novice and concentrated on eating.

In life, prosperity and prosperity depend entirely on God's will.

Half a quarter of an hour ago, the young monk came back to clean up the dishes, "Master, the regent is asking to see you."

The big novice who was wiping his mouth frowned, "Master, my disciple went to the market to beg for alms, and I heard people say that I can have no offspring. Did I want to be forgotten by the world?"

"Amitabha Buddha." The abbot said, "Even if he has no descendants, he will only be remembered for at least 70 years."

"Why 70 years, master?"

"Only children and grandchildren can remember the appearance of their father and grandfather. Before the great-grandchildren, who can remember?"

"But the great-grandchildren will worship every year in the way of their ancestors!"

The old abbot was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Huai Yu said so."

Why people are obsessed with life and death, the meaning is less than that.

The monk who cleaned up the dishes asked, "Master, do you see me?"

"Come all come!"

Oh, that's it, the monk hurried out to report.

Shen Chuxia thought of Taoist Master Tunnel, but he thought it would be so long, with the feeling that it would be endless, "Uncle Tuo, it's been so long, you should leave the capital."

Old Han Tuo thought about it, "Maybe he's on the right and left of the city gate."

"What? It took a long time to go so far?"

"The difference is less." Old Han Tuo said, "Father Gao and his son are so powerful, they actually dug such a long tunnel on the top of Zhenhualou, no wonder they have to move money to escape, it's really amazing."

Shen Chuxia shook her head: "You think that the low tunnel should have been dug first by the father and son of the Low family, but we found out that the tunnel was weakened."

Old Han Tuo asked in surprise, "Is there such a possibility?"

Shen Chuxia nodded, "There is no unofficial history of the capital outside the Zhangji Library, and there is no record of tunnels outside. I heard that it was dug by the ancestors of the Xiao Wei Dynasty when they attacked the Later Dynasty. I came here to fear that others would follow suit, so I blocked it. I know how it was known by the Low family."

"Where is the end of this book?"

Shen Chuxia shook her head, "It's been said that it's unofficial history, and it just so happens that the world is chasing after the wind."

"This can only go on and on."

The moon is small and round, hanging in the sky, sprinkling pieces of clear light, as if casting a layer of hazy veil on the world, like a dream.

Ji Chongji sat opposite the abbot, with his arms hanging naturally on his legs, his face looked even more handsome under the light, his eyes were indifferent, and his eyes seemed to fall on the abbot, and seemed to be looking at the bamboo stick in front of me A picture of straw shoes.

The moon quietly climbed down and shone under the window lattice. The abbot folded his hands together, the bodhi beads passed through his palms, and the room was silent.

"Why did the emperor's uncle become a monk?" Finally, Ji Chong, who was worried about others, spoke first.

The abbot raised his eyes, "He didn't come here to become a monk."

"After a little less than a year, you suddenly feel that enthroning as emperor is the same."

"Amitabha Buddha..." the abbot smiled, "The former prince also did the same."

Ji Chong lowered his eyes: "After one year, everything will be your excuse for ascending the throne. Before one year, everything will be your reason for wanting to ascend the throne."

"for example……"

"To be able to fight is to be able to write, and to be able to govern the country is to be able to rule the country. If you become the throne, you will have no descendants..."

"He is now..."

Ji Chong raised his eyes, "Uncle Huang, if he goes back to be emperor!"

The abbot smiled, "I'm tired of everything, and I have to bear everything. Ji Rong was able to give birth to a white and fat son, and found him. In my short life, all luck has been given to seven of them... "

"Yes, you wish for that luck." The young prince who was upright just now suddenly became depressed. It belongs to me. These loneliness and world-weariness that should have disappeared long ago, the indifference and distance exiled by you Feelings poured down.

I raised my hand, pointed at the old man in straw coir raincoat and on a walking stick drawn in front of the abbot, and said, "I'm afraid you will be a carefree old man."

"Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are more important than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain can be used for life." The abbot sighed heavily, "Ji Wenchu, it's time to get married and have children."

Zhang Yan got up abruptly, "Thank you abbot."

How could a person who was so decadent and close to suicide just now become full of energy in the blink of an eye?The great novice looked at the regent who was swept away by Rufeng, "Master... I... cheated on him?"

The abbot, but laughing is talking.

"Can I really have no children?"

"Secret, fate..." the abbot turned his head, looked at the picture of bamboo stick and straw shoes in front of him, and said with a smile, "No one has changed my fate."

"Who?" The great novice asked curiously, "Is there really no one who wants to be the emperor?"

"Does he want to be?"

The great novice shook his head again and again, "Oh, you want it, it's so annoying."

Yes, the throne that everyone admires but can't reach, no one is as tired as I am and sees it through.

The moon travels outside the lotus-like clouds.

Feng Shizi jumped up from the horse, thumped down the mountain, and just ran two steps, Zhang Yan came up from below, "Wenchu, the one with a low surname..."

"I'm over there." Ji Chong went up the steps and flew off the horse, "He went to the Taoist nun to guard the intersection."

Feeling that Ji Wenchu's mood was right, Feng Ying wondered if it was too late or not. I ordered to go to the Taoist aunt.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Zhishi chased after him, facing the wind and asked, "Where is he going?"

"Next time this wild jungle."

Oh, Zhishi remembered, that is where Mrs. Shen will appear next time.

It turns out that the palace went to wait for the rabbit.Phew, what am I talking about.

(End of this chapter)