Heartburn

The crisp sound of chirping, yelling tirelessly in my ears, I can't tell what kind of bird it is, although it is not noisy, at the end it interrupted the little sleepiness that was left-sighed quietly, and I rubbed it. Yu's spontaneously clouded head only felt that his chest was heavy and breathless.

——This body really can't help tossing, it just won't work for a night.

If the stab wounds and the poison are on me, I am afraid that no matter how good the elixir is, it will not last a few hours.

Thinking of the substitute woman who suffered on my behalf, my heart hurts again.

"His Royal Highness, are you awake? Do you want to have a meal?" Xiao Cicada's voice sounded from outside the curtain, teaching me to stop rubbing my chest.

He cleared his throat and said, "Come here."

"Yes." He opened the curtains of the bed, stuffed my back with a pillow lightly, and then stood upright with his hands down, a little nervous on his face, "His Royal Highness, what's your order?"

I glanced at the layout of this wing room, which is not like an inn, but much simpler than an official post; there is a half-opened peach blossom in the vase under the window, but there are no other objects that can be called decoration. , Frugal and simple as if it were a rural household in the suburbs.

There is only one thing. There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the bedding where I am, but it is not the smell of ordinary farmers.

"Where is this? How long has the king slept?" I meant to ask the stand-in woman first-did she really break her breath? If so, what will happen to her?

However, I am not sure that Xiao Chan has the authority to know these secrets or participate in it. If he rashly mentions it and put him in a dangerous situation and was killed by Yan Ke, it is my fault.

"His Royal Highness, this is the Lingjue Zen Temple, the place where the ceremony of worshipping the heavens will be held; As for Your Highness, you have been sleeping for nearly twelve hours. If you are not awake, I am afraid that Mr. Yan will ask the host to check your pulse. "Xiao Chan tucked the quilt for me with a worried look.

"Oh? Lingjue Zen Temple...Why, the ceremony was held in the temple? Do you know why?" No wonder the bedding smelled of sandalwood, it turned out to be a temple.

——It’s just that, judging from Dawu’s situation, are the people in this temple not the bare-headed monks, but a group of... nuns?

"His Royal Highness has forgotten that the Lingjue Zen Temple has existed since the founding of the Great Wu, and every host is a highly respected great sage. The ceremony of worship is related to Guozuo. It has always been the responsibility of the host of the Zen Temple; and this one is responsible for the ceremony. Master Kongxi, the presiding teacher, was the first emperor's national teacher. Even if you see him, you can't help but give three points of thin noodles..." He said a lot of "crackling", which made my brain hurt, but I probably understand that the host of this Zen temple cannot be offended.

Nodded and motioned to him to stop the long-winded, with a doubt in his heart, he asked jokingly: "This king knows, but you know how much... It's strange to say that you, a little servant in the backyard, how do you deal with this? Is it clear? The tone of teaching this king is actually more mature than Manager Yan?"

——The insight of the remark just now is not like a waiter who doesn't know how to write it.

"Your Majesty! Forgive me! It's the slave-maid who talks too much! The slave-servant deserves to die! The slave-servant deserves to die..." But when I said casually, he actually knelt down on the ground and slammed to the floor, his voice panicked. It seems that something has been wrong.

I didn't react for a while. After he had knocked his forehead to bruise several times in a row, he found his voice: "Wait! This king didn't blame you...you get up first."

His kowtowing stopped abruptly, and then he stood up leisurely, but he just bowed his head and dared not look at me. The wound on his forehead made me gasp: "No matter, you go and bandage yourself. I'm waiting in front of him." When he was about to leave, I added, "By the way, go and ask Mr. Yan to come over."

After he carefully closed the door panel and exited the room, I relaxed and leaned on the bedpost, but my brows became more frowning and tightened-after careful consideration, his performance just now was not quite right.

I always felt that this personal attendant was too cautious and too scared when facing me.

Although it is not ruled out that Kwong Xihan and Yu Wei are still there, and Yan Ke's shock to him has made him scared, but I see him in his expression, it seems that there are always some worries hidden in his expression, even if I have already smiled and been kind to him Questioning questions, even chatting and joking, the vigilance in his eyes has never disappeared.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile: Is it because I'm too eager, or Kuang Xihan is too bad, and even the personal attendants are always worried about being murdered?

The knock on the door brought me back my thoughts.

Yan Ke opened the door and came in, followed by a graceful young woman who looked only in her twenties, with long hair like crow feathers, fair skin like snow, lips like danzhu, teeth like woven shells. Can afford the four words "beautiful beauty".

--who is she? Why does Yan Ke bring her to see me? Wouldn't it be a substitute for guarding the sword again, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Seeing me looking at her, the woman looked over with a smile, her eyes were like autumn water, her brows were affectionate, and she didn't see her deliberately contrived, she naturally had a touch of unique style.

While guessing the identity of this woman secretly, she saw her clasping her hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Only then did I discover that she was wearing a gray monk's clothing, a pair of coarse hemp shoes on her feet, and a string of agarwood beads between her wrists. She had no long objects and did not have any mittens. She was actually a pair. Dressed as a monk.

"His Royal Highness must not be rude! I'm not going to see Zen Master Kongxi soon." Yan Ke patted me on the shoulder angrily, and reminded in a deep voice.

"Uh, sorry... I met Zen Master Kongxi." After her reminder, I realized that it was very impolite to stare at someone in a daze. I quickly struggled to get up and salute-strangely, on weekdays I was right. Yan Ke, who I am extremely fond of, actually got up from me without any hindrance.

On the contrary, the young and beautiful Zen Master Kongxi smiled slightly, reached out his hand to support me, and pushed me back to the bed. His low, soft voice was a little bit magnetic and very moving: "It's okay, your majesty is embarrassed with a jade body, it's time for a good rest. That's it."

——By the way, she said that this woman is Zen Master Kongxi, isn't she the host that Cai Xiaochan mentioned earlier?

How can it be? She definitely doesn't look more than thirty years old!

Besides, don’t all the nuns have to be ordained as a monk? Her blue silk is much thicker and brighter than mine!

I didn’t know that when I was shocked, I had lost my mind. I saw Yan Ke staring at me with hatred of iron and steel, while Zen Master Na Kongxi hid his mouth and chuckled, his eyebrows curled up, obviously It's an inadvertent compliment that is very useful.

Suddenly regaining consciousness and realizing that I was making a joke, I lowered my head in embarrassment and had to cough a few times as a cover.

"His Royal Highness, please don't laugh. Poor nuns are in their forties this year. It's no longer confusing." She chanted the Buddha's name again, and said with a chuckle that taught me jaw-dropping words, "As for the hair...the poor nun is to practice with hair. So it has never been shaved."

If I hadn't remembered that Yan Ke was present and restrained, I would probably exclaim in a gaffe - from the outside, who would have thought that this teacher is already over 40 years old?

I don't know what magical exercises are, or how to beautify the face, so if I look for an opportunity, I must ask this teacher too.

"Teacher Tai is skilled in her face, her face is radiant, Xiao Wang admires it." Trying to see some clues from her skin, but ended in failure, I couldn't help but praise from the bottom of my heart.

Unexpectedly, the smile on the teacher's face suddenly closed, she actually reached out her hand and tapped my forehead lightly, half-truth and half-truth taught: "Where did your Royal Highness learn the frivolous words, I should be punished."

"Huh?" I touched the head that was tapped by her, glanced at it and shook his head helplessly, but Yan Ke, who was silent, only felt confused.

——The teacher's wife, playing cards not according to common sense, can be unpredictable.

I'm obviously complimenting her, why did I become a disciple?