Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 63

"Amitabha, the poor monk Niankong, bring all the monks and monks of the temple to pay homage to the emperor!"

The emperor finally reached the gate of Fawang Temple. Abbot Niankong hurriedly led the crowd down the steps and went up to meet him.

"Well, excuse me, today I am on a whim, and I want to climb this Taishi Mountain, pass by... your temple, come and rest..."

The emperor originally wanted to speak casually, but suddenly remembered that when he was a child, the shrine of an old nanny who was responsible for taking care of him and finally saved him was enshrined here, so he immediately became serious.

"So that's how it is. The temple has prepared cold sour plum soup, the emperor please!"

Niankong quickly stepped aside and led the emperor up.

Now that he remembered who was enshrined in this temple, he could only hand the pheasant to Yixiao and let him feed the dog.

"Ah, by the way, there are still a group of children who haven't climbed up, please trouble the abbot to send someone to... drag them up."

"Follow the emperor's will!"

Niankong glanced at the monks, the monks understood, and went down with the embroidered clothes to find people.

As for Jia Hun and the others, they followed the emperor to pay homage to the old nanny's god, and then were led to rest in the meditation room at the back.

Jia Hun glanced at the bucket of sour plum soup, then at Xiuyi who had been waiting here for a long time, Xiuyi nodded, then filled a cup for the Emperor and Chen Si, poured another cup for himself, and drank.

"Hey, Jia Da, why don't you serve it for us?"

Yizhong jumped out.

Xiu Yi stood outside to watch out when everyone came in, old Dai Quan was old and frail and didn't take him with him, and the emperor was not used to being served by others, so he simply didn't call the eunuch to come up.

Jia Hun has a foreign surname in this meditation room.

The few remaining people didn't say anything, but they looked at themselves like Yizhong.

Jia Hun looked at Yizhong in surprise.

"Are you without hands, or are you paralyzed and can't get up? It's my filial piety to give to Shang Huangsheng, and it's inconvenient to give to Lao Sisheng because he injured his hand yesterday. What are you? You deserve to be given to a certain family." This governor serves you soup?"

"You!"

"Shut up! If you have no eyesight, don't drink it!"

The emperor glared at Yizhong, and Yizhong shrank back in fright.

"Father, please calm down, father, please calm down, the eldest nephew is also dizzy from exhaustion, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Jia Da!" King Zhongshun came out to smooth things over. Although he also had a quarrel with Jia Hun, he still had good eyesight. .

"Hmph!" Yizhong and Jia Hun have been fighting for more than ten years, and neither one accepts the other.

"You are deaf, you didn't hear what your thirteenth uncle said!" The emperor cursed.

"Hmph, sorry..."

"It's okay, just pay attention in the future, a little sharpness..."

"you!"

"Huh?" The emperor glared at him again, and Yizhong gave up.

"Hmph!" Staring at Jia Hun, he snorted coldly, got up and poured himself a cup of sour plum soup.

Ugh…

The two of them seemed to be in conflict with each other. They walked all the way and fought all the way. They used to fight every now and then. The two of them fought the board most often in the middle.

Yizhong is usually a very good child, why is it like losing his mind when he meets Jinyu?

Forget it, let's fight, Jia Hun has a sense of proportion, even Yi Zhong can't beat Jia Hun, so let's do it.

"Ouch...Father..."

There was a weak groaning sound outside the door, and then the door was opened, King Faithful was carried in by monks and embroidered clothes, and placed on the couch.

"Huh, shame on you, look, your thirteenth brother and your nephews, who is like you?"

"Oops..."

Seeing the frail appearance of the son who usually pleases him the most, the emperor, who was getting softer as he got older, was not willing to punish him in the end.

"Forget it, if you really can't climb anymore, just stay here and wait for us to come down. Have you rested? Let's go!"

. . . . . .

It has been three days since the two waves of the emperor and the empress reunited.

"The old lady has worked hard, the old lady has worked hard, the grandson has already prepared dinner, the old lady will use it earlier, and go to rest when it is finished!"

Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang looked exhausted and helped the equally exhausted Mrs. Jia back to the palace in Dengfeng City.

When everyone was seated, the three wives also ate vegetarian food for three days in a row, and the oil was all vegetable oil. Even Mrs. Wang, who often ate vegetarian food and recited Buddha's name, couldn't bear it, and started to eat regardless of etiquette.

Perhaps something was put on the stomach, and the three of them resumed their aristocratic style.

"Oh, this trip to Shaoshi Mountain has exhausted my old lady..."

After eating, Jia Hun ordered people to drink hawthorn water, and each of them sat down with a glass of water to digest food and chat.

"Grandma, how is Shaolin Temple?"

"Hey, that's what we're doing. We left in good spirits and returned in disappointment. The dignified ancestor of the Zen sect, the inheritance of Bodhidharma, seems to have only martial arts left."

The old lady was quite dissatisfied with this trip to worship Buddha.

"Isn't it? The dignified Zen sect's ancestral court is like a martial arts gym. It doesn't have the slightest trace of Buddhism. All of them practice fierce and evil spirits. Those who don't know think they have entered a cottage!"

Mrs. Xing also began to complain.

"Tsk, ma'am, is there a possibility that bandits come to Shaolin Temple to study?" Jia Hun joked.

"This Shaolin Temple is becoming less and less like a famous Buddhist temple. Only the Buddhist scriptures pavilion can show that they are indeed a Buddhist temple." Mrs. Wang also rarely agreed with Mrs. Xing's point of view.

"Well, from the second family, don't tell me, I heard from the wife of the Niu family that the collection of books in the Sutra Pavilion really deserves to be the ancestral home of the Zen sect..." The two sisters-in-law started chatting.

"Let's not talk about us, Brother Hun, what about you? What did you do with the Emperor on Mount Taishi?"

"Back to the old lady, my grandson has been running all over the mountain with the emperor for the past two days. The emperor wanted to see the sunrise. The second day we went up the mountain, we went up in the dark. In the end, hey, it was cloudy, and the trip was for nothing. Early this morning, I climbed up again, fortunately it was a sunny day, and the emperor said that it was not as good as it was on Mount Tai, so it was boring..."

The old lady immediately laughed.

"As expected of an old sage, I still have something to say. What else? Just watched the sunrise?"

"That's not it. They are still hunting rabbits and pheasants all over the mountains and plains. Didn't you see that Abbot Niankong's face was dark when we went down the mountain..."

They chatted for another stick of incense, until the old lady started yawning, Jia Hun and the two wives then resigned and went back to their respective rooms to rest.

. . . . . .

In the middle of the night, a black figure flashed past, and after a few maneuvers, he easily climbed over the palace wall and entered Dengfeng City.

The man in black came to a shop. Due to the presence of the emperor, a curfew was imposed in Dengfeng, and there was no one on the street.

They also climbed over the wall and entered the backyard. Contrary to the street, the courtyard is brightly lit.

"My lord, the mutton stew and sesame biscuits you want are ready!"

The white-bearded old man brought up a tube of steaming milky white broth, and a small porcelain bottle of chili oil, and handed them to the man in black.

The man in black looked at the tempting braised mutton, accompanied by the fragrance of roasted sesame seeds, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Sure, I've heard about this stewed mutton a long time ago. Your family cooks the best in Dengfeng City. It's just the smell. I'll reward you!" The old man, the old man thanked you again and again, and he was not relieved until the man in black climbed over the wall and left.

Oh my god, the evil star is finally gone!

A few days ago, someone asked him to prepare a small pot of mutton in the middle of the night, but he was still unwilling and refused.

Who would have thought that a black-clothed evil star would come that night, and he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, when suddenly a dagger was stuck in his ear, which made him jump up on the spot.

After hearing the purpose of the man in black, he was in a bad mood.

No, can you afford just a pot of mutton?
So, the old man stayed up all night for three consecutive days, and his son tried to persuade him to go back to sleep, but he refused. God knows when the man in black will come back, so it is better to let the child hide.

Unexpectedly, on the first night, he poured laxatives into the pot and waited for the man in black to come to his door. There was no news until dawn, and the pot of soup was useless.

He gave up taking the medicine the next night. If the man didn't come, wouldn't it be a waste?
It wasn't until the third night that the people in black came to take away the mutton and sesame seed cakes.

But this amount of money is really substantial, probably more than five taels, right?

. . . . . .

Yue Lai Building.

Daqi's famous chain inn, the high-end store of Yuelai Inn.

Due to the large number of accompanying drivers, the Xinggong could not live there, so the entire high-end hotels in Dengfeng were booked up to provide for those officials who could not live in Xinggong.

The Tianzi East Sixth Room on the third floor of Yuelai Building is different from other rooms in that there is an unextinguished candle in the room.

Deng Deng Deng!
There was a knocking sound outside the window.

The person who was still leaning on the couch just got up quickly, opened the window, and a black figure jumped in and lifted the mask.

Isn't it Jia Hun?

"How is it? Was it discovered?" Li Wan hurriedly stepped forward to look at Jia Hun, wanting to see if Jia Hun was injured.

Yes, this is Li Wan's room, and the maids consciously lay with their backs facing them, trying not to make any noise.

"Don't worry, you still don't know my skills!" Jia Hun said with a thumbs up.

"... Virtue!" Rolling a beautiful white eye, he lifted the small wooden tube, put it on the table, and opened it.

The hot aroma rushed towards his face, and Li Wan swallowed secretly.

"Running all the way, I must be hungry too, come and eat together!"

Li Wan took out two small porcelain bowls from the bundle, scooped one bowl for each person first, and then opened the second bundle that Jia Hun brought.

Sesame burnt biscuits!

Li Wan, who had been starving all night, took a bite, chewing the biscuits non-stop, relishing the aroma of wheat and sesame.

Jia Hun also took out chili oil from his pocket and poured a drop into the bowl...

The two didn't say a word, and one of them started to eat the stewed mutton with sesame seed cakes.

Not long after, Li Wan drank two bowls, and Jia Hun had already eaten half of the bowl.

"Don't eat, don't eat, it's all your fault that you should live without food!" Li Wan wanted to throw the blame away.

"Can this be my fault too? Didn't you say you didn't have enough to eat at night two months ago?" Jia Hun raised his eyebrows.

"I..." Li Wan stopped talking.

A girl who is at the end of her development still has a bit of a appetite. At dinner, in order to show that she is worthy of her husband's self-cultivation in the eyes of others, she tries her best to be elegant and dignified.

So I only ate a little bit, and I couldn't hold on for a month, and I didn't want the kitchen to know.

The kitchen knows it, the servants know it, then the maids know it, and finally the ladies know it too.

It's not that she's shy and hungry, it's just that she pretended to be from the beginning. If they know about it, they might not be able to spread gossip about her!
You must know that I was also a member who was eager to inquire about the truth back then!

I am really unwise this time.

There was no other way, so the girl found Jia Hun and asked him to bring her some food at night.This area is two months.

"It's almost time. We're all in Dengfeng. We'll be leaving tomorrow. We'll be in Luoyang in half a month at most. It depends on whether the emperor wants to continue playing."

"Um…"

Li Wan, who was full and full, didn't want to move.

After washing his hands and mouth in the washbasin in the room, Jia Hun put on the mask again.

"Be patient, it won't be like this when you reach God.

Hey, by the way, the date has been set, on the fifth day of next month, I will marry you! "

Without waiting for Li Wan's reaction, Jia Hun climbed over the window and walked towards the palace.

Only Li Wan was left with a flushed face.

"Hey, Miss, next month..."

"Your ears are so good! Here, the braised mutton brought by that man, how much should you share!"

"Hey, okay!"

. . . . . .

Four days later, the dawdling Emperor and his party finally arrived at their final destination.

Gods.

　The second one is here, with a total of about [-] words.

　　Also, the next volume starts tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)