On the bed hung with white gauze curtains, a figure suddenly straightened up.
After a while, I saw him gently lifting the quilt and about to get out of bed.
Suddenly.
"Your Highness, why did you get up so early today?"
A lazy female voice with a hint of coquettish nasal sound sounded from my ears, and her breath was like blue, which made my ears feel itchy.
"Did I wake you up?" Zhu Zhanji smiled, tilted his head slightly, and rubbed his ears and temples together, "Well, I want to leave the palace."
Hearing this, the woman's upper body slipped out of the silk like a fish, revealing her delicate skin like mutton fat. She blinked and smiled brightly: "Your Highness, I will help you change."
"good!"
Zhu Zhanji took the woman's catkins and got out of bed together.
This woman is none other than Sun, who was Zhu Zhanji's childhood sweetheart and had been in a relationship for more than ten years. She is now in her prime, in her early twenties.
Zhu Zhanji stood barefoot on the smooth floor and opened his hands;
Mrs. Sun took off the clean clothes from the hangers and helped him dress neatly one by one.
After a moment, there was a crisp sound.
"Ah, disgusting~"
A trace of blush appeared on Mrs. Sun's charming face, which made people think endlessly. She said angrily: "Your Highness is in a hurry to leave the palace, and yet he is so dishonest."
"Hahaha."
Zhu Zhanji couldn't help laughing. He suddenly remembered something and ordered:
"Go back and see Shanxiang and keep her company."
"Sister Hu?"
Ms. Sun was stunned for a moment. She tied the belt tightly and then smiled: "Okay, Your Highness, I will go see Sister Hu later."
"Um."
"Where are you going, Your Highness?"
"Go to Beizhen Fusi."
Zhu Zhanji's expression suddenly became a little solemn.
When he received the news from the dyeing workshop yesterday, it was too late and he could not leave the palace to know the exact situation. After thinking about it, he decided to get up early and go there to see what was going on.
"Okay, I'm leaving first."
After saying that, Mrs. Sun watched Zhu Zhanji leave in a hurry.
"Your Highness, please slow down."
Through the unclosed door, the dark sky came into view.
It was just dawning, but the weather didn't seem to be good today. The clouds were dense and it looked like it would rain at any time.
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The screen changes.
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Beizhen Fusi.
The entrance to Li Kui's office.
Yuan Bin squatted on the ground, his head hanging down, his face full of sadness, and occasionally murmuring to himself.
"Fuqianhu, where will you go?"
"tread……"
Suddenly, a bunch of chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Yuan Bin raised his head and saw Zhu Zhanji leading Chen Hu and a group of guards rushing towards this direction in a hurry. He quickly stood up and bowed:
"Yuan Bin, the commander-in-chief of Jinyiwei, has met His Royal Highness the Emperor Grandson."
"Um."
Zhu Zhanji responded indifferently, raised his eyes and glanced into the room. No one was there, and said in a deep voice: "Where is Li Kui?"
"My lord has not returned yet."
Yuan Bin replied in a low voice.
"First tell me what happened in the dyeing workshop yesterday."
Zhu Zhanji's tone couldn't help but be a little anxious.
After leaving the palace, he went straight to the small courtyard where Li Kui lived. When he entered, he found that no one was there, so he rushed to Beizhen Fusi. What a surprise...
"Back to Your Highness, last night..."
Yuan Bin told Zhu Zhanji what happened last night in a concise and concise manner.
"You mean that after you went in, only Pei Ming fainted and Li Kui was nowhere to be seen?!"
Zhu Zhanji frowned and raised his tone slightly.
The premonition that he had been having for a few seconds had indeed come true. When the two of them parted ways in the palace yesterday, he had already guessed whether it would be a trap.
etc……
"Do you know where Pei Ming is?"
"I know." Yuan Bin said without hesitation: "After the incident, Pei Qianhu was immediately sent to Zhenwu Temple."
Although Pei Ming holds the position of Dongchang Qianhu, he is still essentially a disciple of Wudang. After the accident, he was sent to the Taoist stronghold for treatment.
On the other hand, the backyard of Deshun Dyeing House was in a mess yesterday. Only Pei Ming was left alive and Li Kui disappeared. Yuan Bin had already investigated this key information just in case, just in case.
"Okay, Yuan Bin, come with me."
Zhu Zhanji couldn't stop nodding, gave an order, turned around and left.
The group of people came and left in a hurry, riding directly to the Zhenwu Taoist Temple in Beiping City.
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Wudang Taoism is truly the state religion of the Ming Dynasty and is supported as a royal family temple.
Zhu Di ordered the construction of as many Taoist temples in Peking as he could count on his hands.
Zhenwu Temple is the place where incense is most popular.
It is worth mentioning that the Taoist temple that Lin Dongdong visited most often before his death was nowhere else but here!
"Uu."
Zhu Zhanji turned over and dismounted, raised his eyes and looked around, and clusters of black human heads came into view.
There is a huge bronze tripod in front of the temple, and strong incense is rising. Although it is still early, countless devout believers have come to pray in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, and you can faintly hear the sound of French chanting inside.
"walk into!"
Zhu Zhanji withdrew his gaze, quickly stepped up the steps and entered the temple.
The arrival of the emperor's grandson soon caused a sensation in the temple.
An old Taoist priest with gray hair and a boyish face walked out of the crowd with a fly whisk in his arms, followed by a little Taoist boy who was only five or six years old. He came straight to Zhu Zhanji and raised his hand in a salute:
"Abbot Qingyun of Zhenwu Temple has met His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."
The word abbot is not unique to Buddhism.
The Taoist Scriptures say: "The abbot is the leader of the human and heavenly religion, the master who saves the world. He performs the righteous Dharma of the Dragon Gate, supports the compassionate navigation of the sea of suffering, and serves as an example of Quanzhen. The program of the Law School cannot be established unless it is a master of the Tao."
To be able to become the abbot of Zhenwu Temple, Taoist Master Qingyun must be a highly respected and powerful person.
Zhu Zhanji knew this in his heart and said respectfully:
"I've met Abbot Qingyun."
Abbot Qingyun laughed twice and said bluntly: "My grandson must be here because of Pei Ming."
"The abbot knows things like a god."
Zhu Zhanji nodded and said straight to the point: "Pei Ming, wake up...how is he injured?"
"hehe."
The smile on Abbot Qingyun's face seemed helpless. He flicked his fly whisk and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Your Highness, please come with me."
After passing through long corridors and many palaces extending in all directions, we finally came to a wooden building.
Behind the wooden building is a mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist, and the loud chanting sounds seem to fade away quietly, filled with silence.
"Your Highness, this is it."
Abbot Qingyun came to the door of the room and stood still, but his eyes looked at the dozen guards behind Zhu Zhanji.
"You guys stay away."
Zhu Zhanji understood the idea and immediately gave instructions in a low voice.
"yes."
Immediately afterwards, Abbot Qingyun reached out and gently pushed open the wooden door.
Pei Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and resting with his eyes closed, came into everyone's sight.
His face was extremely pale. When he heard the sound of the door being opened, he first exhaled a breath of turbid air, then opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
"Uncle Master, His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson."
Pei Ming was about to stand up and salute, but Zhu Zhanji walked over quickly and held him down with one hand, "Okay, you won't need it if you are injured like this."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"I feel relieved to see you are okay."
Zhu Zhanji said something polite out of habit, and then got straight to the point: "What happened at the Deshun Dyeing Workshop yesterday? Where did Li Kui go?"