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Chapter 1087 Good

Chapter 1087 Good

Kyoto.

Jiuhua Temple, inside the meditation room.

Feng Ye wore a crimson purple brocade robe, exuding a noble aura. He closed his eyes, put his hands together, and muttered something. Behind him stood two little masters with their hands folded.

The sound of the wooden fish rang in his ears, one by one, accompanied by the sound of chanting sutras, lingering in his mind.

He kept reading from Chenshi until the sun was in the sky, he slowly opened his eyes, and first bowed three times to the Buddha seat in front of him.

Then, he stood up and bowed to the two little masters. He looked very devout.

After meditating, he walked out of the meditation room.

Abbot Jiufang was walking over, clasped his hands together, and said, "Your Highness."

"This king is going to find Master Abbot." Feng Ye said.

"I don't know what your Highness wants to do with the poor monk?" Abbot Jiufang said politely.

Feng Ye took out a lottery from his waist and said, "I had nothing to do today, so I drew a lottery and wanted to ask the abbot to explain it to me. See if there is any mystery in the sign." .”

Abbot Jiufang took the signature and read it carefully.

"How?" Feng Ye approached and asked.

Abbot Jiufang placed the signature between his hands, clasped his palms together, and said, "The meaning of the signature is to remind His Royal Highness, don't force anything, don't go against God's will, and let nature take its course."

Do not force?Don't go against God's will?
There was a trace of deepness in Feng Ye's eyes, and he said, "Is that to let this king sit and wait for death?"

"No, no." Abbot Jiufang said, "One more thing is to remind His Highness the Eighth Prince to stay away from right and wrong, and not to be involved by others, that is the truth."

Looking at the signed document, Feng Ye slowly showed a smile on his face, and said, "It seems that this king wants to travel far away to solve problems for his best friend. It's better not to go, right?"

"His Royal Highness, seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, treat it as harmless." Abbot Jiufang said.

To avoid misfortune?

"May I ask the abbot, what is blessing and what is disaster?" Feng Ye asked again.

"Fortunateness is the source of misfortune, and misfortune is the source of blessing. If it looks like a disaster, it may not turn into a good thing, but if it looks like a good thing, if you don't pursue the blessing and avoid the disaster, it will become a bad thing." Abbot Jiufang said.

Feng Ye nodded.

"Amitabha." Abbot Nine nodded and said.

"I'm bothering the abbot today." Feng Ye said a few words politely, then turned around and left, taking away the signed paper given by the abbot.

He held the signature in his hands all the way and got into the carriage.

On the carriage, he was thoughtful, and slowly clenched his fist, and the signature was also clenched tightly in his hand. After a while, he looked coldly, rubbed the signature, opened the curtain of the carriage, and let go, the broken hand The signed signature fell to the ground with a lot of noise, and was blown away by the wind.

He murmured a sentence in his mouth, saying, "My fate is up to me, but if God really wants to reject me, I won't have any complaints."

After leaving Jiuhua Temple, Feng Ye entered the palace again, and went to the Rongyuan Hall to meet Emperor Zhou Cheng.

As soon as he entered the hall, he felt a breath of death approaching. Sitting next to the dragon bed, the Empress Dowager bent over and put her ear next to her father's, not knowing what to say.

He could only faintly see it through the curtain, and he lowered his head, appearing more pious.

"Eighth prince, the emperor asked you to come closer." After a while, the empress opened the curtain and came out, and said to Feng Ye.

"Yes, Queen Mother." Feng Ye stood up, his respectful eyes slid across Concubine Liang's face, and then immediately lowered his head, looking very respectful.

This woman is really smart. The concubine mother fought with her for half her life and was stabbed to death. In the end, she was crowned the sixth palace and sat on the position of empress, honoring the world.

With such thoughts in mind, Feng Ye bowed, walked to the emperor's dragon bed, and called out, "Father, my son is here, is Father better?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhou Chengdi let out a disturbing cough.

Feng Ye didn't look up, he knew that Emperor Zhou Cheng would not want anyone to see him at this time.

"Ye'er, Ye'er...cough, cough..." Just after saying a few words, there was another burst of heart-piercing coughing, which made people tremble with fear, fearing that he would not be able to catch his breath and die like this up.

"Father, my son is here, what instructions does Father have?" Feng Ye said.

At this time, Emperor Cheng of Zhou stretched out his hand. The emperor's hand is now as thin as a stick, and one can see blue veins, which is very frightening.

Feng Ye quickly stretched out his hand, and it was held by Emperor Zhou Cheng. He could no longer feel his father's flesh, but only felt that what was holding him was a handful of bones, which made his heart tremble.

"Ye'er, you, you raise your head and look at Father." Emperor Zhou Cheng almost exhausted all his strength to say this sentence.

"Yes, my son obeys the order." Feng Ye seemed more cautious, he slowly raised his head, and looked at the man in front of him——

His heart jumped suddenly, father, father, the man who used to be aloof and held the power of life and death for everyone, has become so thin.

At this moment, he doesn't have the slightest majestic appearance of an emperor. He is just a late old man, a poor old man who will lose his life at any time.

Feng Ye's mood became inexplicably complicated!
He seemed to have never thought that his father would become like this one day. Although, when he did something, he had already predicted what he would be like today, but he was still shocked in his heart.

"Ye'er, you, cough, cough... Father misses you a little, so I will let you come over and accompany father." Emperor Zhou Cheng held Feng Ye's hand tightly with both hands, and looked at Feng Ye with his cloudy eyes. He, after the turbidity, flashed a trace of profundity, a trace of elusiveness.

"Father, my son is not filial, not always by my side!" Feng Ye's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Don't say, Emperor Zhou Cheng, even himself, doesn't know how real or fake this sadness is.

It's just, father, father, you are really good at acting, it's time like this, and you still have to use your son-in-law to put on a show of father-son love in front of your son-in-law!
If I hadn't arranged someone by your side to know your true intentions, I would really have been deceived by you!

"Father, you don't have to worry. My son has also invited brother Liu Wang to go out. Let him visit all over the world to find the magic medicine to heal the father's dragon body. Only then did my son know the responsibility of supervising the country. A country, how difficult it is! This matter is not done well by my ministers, and the emperor needs to come." Feng Ye stared at Emperor Zhou Cheng with earnest anticipation and hope in his eyes.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..." Emperor Zhou Cheng wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed violently again. Feng Ye quickly got up, stroked Emperor Zhou Cheng's back lightly, and called out, "Father Emperor..."

(End of this chapter)