Chapter 402 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 21
Chapter 402 Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 21
"Aren't you afraid of me?" the prince asked. He stopped writing and looked at Fuchen's reaction.
This was the first time this person looked at himself squarely. Fuchen was a little excited and asked, "Why are you afraid?"
The prince didn't say anything and looked at Fuchen quietly. At that glance, the universe seemed to have changed to another galaxy in his dark eyes.
There was a sound of the candle exploding.
He changed a piece of rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, and made two strokes, making dragons and phoenixes dance on the paper.
"Jun...Ziwu" Fuchen read out following the handwriting.
"You can say Ah Wu instead." The prince said softly.
It's still a cold voice, but you feel that he is treating you tenderly.
Strange feeling.
"Bah." Fuchen jumped down.
Drag the rice paper to the left and drag it across the paper for a while. Holding the relatively large pen holder, two leaves stood in the ink pool and dipped it in. Two drops of ink dropped in the air, and then they were thrown onto the paper.
Hold the penholder and write slowly on the paper.
"Fu...chen. Your name is Fuchen." The prince said.
"Hehe." Fuchen laughed brightly and asked with his hands on his hips, "How is it? Does it sound good?"
The prince's eyes softened, "It sounds good."
There are two pieces of paper in the field of vision, one is "Junzi Wu" and the other is "Floating Dust", covering most of the table and the entire field of view.
"You have to practice your handwriting." It was too sloppy. There was too much ink and the paper was dirty. The prince commented.
The prince asked someone to dry the paper and put it away, took the folding book and continued to look at it.
It was late at night, but the lights in the study were still on.
The candles in the room had their wicks cut off, and the dusty green leaves were crumbling.
The pen that had been standing paused.
In front of him were green leaves hanging down. Before the prince could guess, almost in an instant, the green leaves turned into branches and quickly penetrated the ground and broke into the house.
Changes come too fast.
"Crack."
"Crack."
"Crack."
The sound rang out at the same time, and the room platform disappeared instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the study disappeared and turned into broken furniture hanging on the roots of the tree.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" the butler shouted.
"My prince is fine." The prince shouted back, his gaze fixed upward.
The butler opened the door and was shocked. The prince was fine. Even the table and chairs were fine, only a few books fell out.
Junzi Wuye was shocked and sat calmly on his seat.
At that moment, he couldn't escape at all.
But now he is sitting here firmly.
The root system broke through the entire study, bypassing him and giving him a comfortable space to work.
She subconsciously avoided him.
The housekeeper stepped forward to pick up the coupons for the prince and muttered, "Today the holy monk came to the house and said that Lingcao tends to act up while sleeping, so he asked us to be more patient."
"Nothing. There are many houses in the palace." The prince smelled the light fragrance and looked up, seeing big red flowers hanging on the branches.
The trees are so tall that the boundaries of the house cannot be seen.
A gentleman has not left his room, because someone is already lighting up the room with a torch.
Standing outside the room and looking at it, under the afterglow of the fire, the big trees are as thick as the yard. The study is on the west side, and there is a little open space on the west side of the yard, but the east side has a breach in the courtyard wall and extends into another courtyard.
Look around, the ground is covered with her tree roots.
"Huh. Huh." A slight snoring sound came from the sky. This snoring showed that the owner was sleeping soundly, but it also revealed that there was a huge thing hidden in the big tree.
The gentleman didn't realize what he was doing and ordered in a cold voice, "Put out all the fires! Anyone who asks, just pretend they didn't see it." He glanced at the butler, who nodded.
A gentleman jumps to the root of a tree alone and pulls the flower vine up to jump up.
The housekeeper looked at everyone seriously and said, "Everyone understands the rules of the palace."
"Yes." Everyone bowed their heads in response.
In the dark night, the prince climbed the flower vine.
In the quiet capital, the houses sleep quietly below. The thick sky appears behind Junzi Wu.
The flower vines almost cover the entire tree, making it difficult to see the original appearance of the tree. The red double-petaled flowers flicker and disappear in the night.
"Hoo, ho." The big guy is still sleeping soundly.
The prince listened to the snoring and judged the direction.
After some tossing, the prince determined the "wind outlet". He held the flower vine with his right hand to maintain balance, and touched the flower vine with his left hand.
I reached in. I touched left and right, but nothing was found.
He tried his best to lean in and stretched his hands in. A cold touch came.
Touched it.
I touched it up and down and found a layer of hard armor. The armor had fine and dense lines.
The flower vine's wrist is so thick that it can hold a person in its arms.
Jun Ziwu rolled the flower vines around himself, wrapped his feet around the vines, and dropped them to pick off the vines.
"Huh." A huge breathing sound came from the flower vine.
"Huh." His own voice came from his eardrums.
"Huh." The prince heard the two people's breaths overlap.
There was a soft sound of "clatter, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack off out out out of an intense sight as the rattan was completely pulled apart.
The gentleman is not shocked and stays where he is.
"Huh." An urgent breath came out.
The sight disappears. It becomes gentle.
"Fuchen." Junzi Wu called out tentatively.
"Huh." His eyes did not waver, as if he was responding: Why are you looking for me?
"Your eyes..." The prince stroked the scale.
The sight he felt came from here, but... there were no eyes.
The eyes are the soul.
Creatures without eyes are doomed to die and cannot fly into the sky. Even dragons.
As if he noticed that the person had not responded for a long time, the faint sight disappeared. He lowered his head slightly, a steady snoring sounded, and he fell into a deep sleep.
A gentleman has never touched the dusty dragon horns, his face is solemn.
The clouds were fluttering, and the moonlight leaked out of the gaps. Gradually, from west to east, it swept across the big trees.
At that moment, it was as if the secret was leaked.
The gentleman looked at the palace warily.
In the palace and on the high platform, the emperor saw the green color and his face was stern.
At that glance, everything was green, but it was the tip of the iceberg. The shadow in the darkness was the Skytree.
In that direction is the palace.
In the palace.
"Amitabha."
The gentleman heard a Buddha's name, followed by a sutra. The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and the source of the sound was unknown. It seemed to be coming from all around. The steady and solemn sound was difficult to ignore.
Looking back, I saw big characters, golden Sanskrit characters, wrapped in circles, circling the big tree.
In the inn, the monk chanted a mantra.
Two miles away from the palace, the big trees gradually disappeared.
The huge black shadows in the palace and the high platform have disappeared, and the distant and dim vision has returned. In the night, above the roof, the line of sight has never caught the darkness that is deeper than the night.
He would not think that what he saw was an illusion.
Even if it is, no emperor will let go of any "illusion".
The prince jumped to the ground.
The big tree is still there, but there is a faint golden light above the palace. When you walk out of the palace, you can't see the golden light or the big tree.
The prince breathed a sigh of relief. Since he could become invisible, he still had a chance.
Tonight, many people in the imperial city are destined to have insomnia.
Daybreak.
Fuchen felt that he had slept well. He stretched out two small leaves, and when he opened his eyes, everything was in a mess.
"Damn it, why are there so many pits? Who did it?" Fuchen was surprised.
It was obviously fine yesterday.
The butler standing guard next to him bent down and said, "Return to your lord, it's you, lord."
"Me? Are you kidding me? I'm just a piece of grass! Look at my feet, they're not enough for this." Fuchen was emotional and felt that he had been wronged.
The butler bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood me. No one in the world dares to belittle your ability."
"Ha. You think I'm just a follower and you're here to play with me? I don't believe it." Fuchen's reaction was that he was teasing himself.
After being a grass for so many years, how could she not know what grass is capable of?
The butler smiled without saying a word and followed behind Cao Cao.
"Where's Ah Wu?" Fuchen asked.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then realized and said with a smile, "The prince has gone to court. Do you know about mirages, sir?"
"Mirage?" Fuchen thought, knowing but not knowing.
"A big tree appeared in the palace last night. The prince suspected it was a mirage. I am answering the question in the palace today. If you want to listen, you can go to the palace now and listen to the prince's explanation in detail," the housekeeper said slowly.
"Okay." Fuchen was excited.
Royal Palace.
"Emperor brother, what was the vision in your palace last night?" The emperor asked the prince to give an explanation.
"Back to the emperor, my brother thought it was a mirage." The prince analyzed it carefully for the emperor, "The mirage is because the Taoist sky mirror makes the mirror image of one place visible to people in another place. I think there is a sky mirror above the imperial city.
"
"Heavenly mirror?" The emperor didn't believe what the prince said, so he turned around and asked the monk, "What does the holy monk think?"
He suspected it was spiritual grass.
A monk should never lie.
"The poor monk thinks that the prince's point of view is refreshing, and it is indeed possible." The monk avoided the important and ignored the light.
He didn't lie, he just said it was possible, but it might have caused misunderstanding.
"Your Majesty, the spiritual grass is outside the palace." The father-in-law next to him whispered to the emperor.
"Xuan."
Fuchen jumped up and down, jumped onto the prince's jade crown, turned his head and greeted the monk, "Monk, are you there too?" and sat down on the jade crown.
The monk smiled and put his hands together in return.
"Lingcao, can you turn into a big tree?" the emperor asked directly.
The floating dust was not happy, so he jumped up and pointed at the emperor and scolded, "You just turned into a big tree. Can you show me the transformation? Do you know about mirages? You are ignorant." One of the little leaves pointed at the emperor, and the other akimbo, like
What a great person.
The emperor choked half to death. He couldn't order the execution of Cao Cao.
The minister stepped forward to rescue the emperor, "Your Majesty, the nature of sacred grass and trees is unknown. Your Majesty, please don't blame me."
"Huh." Xiaocao snorted.
"The matter of heaven and mirage is a matter of ancient and modern mines. I have never seen it in my life so far..."
Everyone agrees, saying that they have never seen it, and even if they have heard about it, they rarely hear about it.
The matter was hastily revealed and the court was dismissed without incident.
Everyone goes back.
Fuchen sat on the prince and watched the palace scenery recede. "Ah Wu, is the mirage good to look at?" Fuchen said melancholy, "I want to see it too. I don't know when the sky mirror will be able to see it again."
As the prince walked, he said casually, "It's very beautiful. You will see it later."
The floating dust takes this as comfort, but feels sad.
The monk followed him all the time. He was worried that Fuchen's story would be exposed, which would lead to a crisis, so he entered the palace early. At this time, he watched everyone leave and turned around with a smile.
Longan will bloom.
A priest would be in the dust.
The first thing a gentleman does after leaving the palace is to take Fuchen with him to taste wine.
He rode to a winery and asked someone to open the wine jar for Fuchen to choose from.
Fuchen felt that he was the happiest person, "You're so good. Woohoo." He turned around and skipped to pick a drink.
There are two main types of liquor.
Sauce flavor type, strong flavor type.
Maotai-flavor wine has a soy sauce aroma, a burnt aroma, and a delicate taste. After drinking it, the aroma of wine spreads in your mouth, and the smell is sweet without being overpowering.
The aroma is rich in cellar aroma, plump in taste, sweet and refreshing in the mouth. After drinking it, the aroma of wine rises, and the aftertaste is bitter and mild, with a bit of a punch.
This is the first taste.
The second and third bites have all the flavors.
Some people only love the first sip, coveting the sweetness of the first sip.
Some people love to take a bite, which is spicy, smooth and enjoyable.
Some people like to taste slowly and taste all the flavors of life.
Fuchen is that guy who likes to drink a mouthful of stuffy food. By the end of the drink, he can no longer taste anything. He just knows it feels good and drinks it.
Fuchen neatly selected five flavors of wine, and Junziwu ordered someone to secretly send them to the palace.
If you drink wine, your life will be nourished. This is the motto of an alcoholic.
Fuchen followed Jun Ziwu, eating and drinking, temporarily forgetting about the monk.
The two of them returned to the palace together, and the prince walked to the garden, where the four treasures of the study had been laid out.
"Are you grading here?" Fuchen was curious.
"Yes, what's the matter?" the prince asked, lifting up his clothes, sitting down, picking up the book and starting to read.
Fuchen looked around. Behind him there were green pines and cypresses, and prosperous crape myrtle. There was a large open space in front of him.
"It would be nice to add a pavilion here." It feels like a normal garden will have a pavilion, especially in such a large open space. There is obviously a garden road leading to it, but there is no pavilion.
"No." Junziwu flatly refused.
"Why not?"
"Save money." The prince picked up the brush and started writing.
"Oh." I don't use it often.
As usual, Fuchen sat on Ah Wu's shoulder and read the book.
"Your Majesty, please visit the flowers and ask for an audience." The butler stepped forward.
"What is he here for?" the prince asked, staring at the words on the paper.
"What kind of flower is Tanhua? Is it delicious?" Fuchen was curious.
"Tanhua is not a flower, it means second place in the imperial examination." The prince explained.
"That's not an official anymore."
"Not yet. Official positions will be awarded after February, usually for three years as county magistrate." The prince explained.
"Then why is he here? I want to beg you to stay in the imperial city." Fuchen asked.
The prince shook his head and looked at the butler.
"I came back to the master to help Sanyue release the granary. Sanyue was from the same school as him and shared the same goals. He believed that Sanyue's release of the granary to save people was a benevolent and righteous act and should be regarded as a role model by the people in the world instead of being detained." The steward said.
"Where did he get the news?" the prince asked, staring at the butler.
The Emperor and Prime Minister don’t even know about this. How could he, who is not even an official, have the resources to find out about this?
The housekeeper was respectful and said, "Three days ago, a squire with whom I had been married fled to the imperial city. I was drinking tea at Tanhuaxi Tea House, and I asked about this matter during the exchange."
The information comes from a wide range of sources, and there is no official airs, but he is a talented person. It's a pity...
"No," the prince said, continuing to read.
"When he said you weren't there, he couldn't even kneel down," the housekeeper said.
"Ha." The prince was unhappy.
The butler bowed to the end and backed away.
Fuchen looked at it and found it boring. She could understand all the details today. They were all floods, droughts, insect disasters, civil unrest, official unrest, and greed.
She was sleepy. The green leaves were just hanging down.
"Go drink." A voice urged in my ear.
"Huh?"
"Bang bang." The prince clapped his hands twice and placed the two wine jars on the open space.
