Chapter 405 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 24
Chapter 405: Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 24
Even the unoccupied yard is cleaned every day.
Putting the incense on the incense burner, Jun Ziwu looked at the grass quietly. He sat in front of the bed and compared it with his fingers. The black beads were only one finger long, and the light cluster was only one finger long.
After Fuchen finished eating the black beads, they were still as big as a palm, no different from grass.
No gentleman is lost in thought.
After half a cup of tea, Jun Ziwu got up and went out, and saw the housekeeper at the entrance of the courtyard.
The gentleman didn't look at the butler. His eyes were dark.
The butler knelt down and said, "I am guilty."
"There is a nursing home in the southwest suburbs of the city. You can go there to retire. Find some capable maids before you leave." Junzi Wu gave instructions.
"yes."
A gentleman never leaves.
In the garden, the scenery of mountains and rocks changes, but the greenery remains unchanged.
Jun Ziwu stepped into his yard and returned to his familiar desk.
The sky is bright and clear, and the shadows of the trees gradually blend into the sky from west to east.
Fuchen woke up and found himself on a bed.
There are two lanterns in the front room lighting the way, and through the light the scene on the bed can be seen.
The quilt is exquisite and elegant, with a light green quilt embroidered with dark green branches and one or two red flowers.
The patterns have a natural feel.
"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Fuchen shouted subconsciously and stood up to jump.
After only two jumps, he fell onto the quilt.
Turning her head and looking back, she saw a rope tied to her roots, which was the rope of her black beads. Beyond that was her black beads and a long sword.
"Wow!" Fuchen was frightened and slept with such a long sword beside him. Wouldn't it mean that his head would be in a different place when he turned over?
"Are you awake?" Jun Ziwu came in, saw Fuchen staring at the sword, and said with a smile, "How is it? It matches you very well."
Fuchen was not happy, he walked to the sword, picked up the sword, turned around and stabbed!
"Ah! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!" Fuchen waved his sword at Ah Wu.
Jun Ziwu smiled and dodged, realizing that Fu Chen's moves seemed to have a way, and deliberately tested Fu Chen's strength. He stared at Fu Chen, and his steps were very rhythmic.
For a quarter of an hour, Fuchen was holding a big sword without any signs of fatigue. His moves were tangible, not like random stabs.
Junzi Wu had an idea in his mind, stretched out his hand to stop the sword, and coaxed, "Okay. This sword is for you. It is said to be a spiritual sword that can fly. You try it, and when you get tired, just hang it on it."
"..." Fuchen was happy when he heard it from the front, but he lifted up the quilt and beat him again when he heard from the back.
"Don't be stingy. I lost a sword, and you gained a sword. You have to let me enjoy it." Jun Ziwu smiled.
Fuchen held the sword and thought for a moment. He was successfully fooled and his attention was quickly diverted by the sword.
After staring at the sword for a few seconds, he suddenly shouted, "Fly!"
The sword didn't move at all.
"Fly!" Fuchen shouted again.
Still not moving.
The sword is like a piece of scrap iron on the bed. But this piece of scrap iron is more powerful and domineering than the main character "Fu Chen", making it appear that Fu Chen is the waste.
Fuchen looked at Junzi Wu with resentment, "Why are you flying?"
"Don't ask me, I don't practice immortality. Maybe it's the Taoist saying that you use your spirit to control the sword. Try closing your eyes and thinking about it flying." Junzi Wu said.
Try floating dust and enter a meditative state.
A cloud of mist evaporated from Xiaocao's body, and the mist stretched and wrapped around the sword. The sword flew up, and they competed with each other in the room.
Fuchen opened his eyes and found that he was really surprised, "Awu, you are great!"
The sword flew back and stopped next to Fuchen.
Fuchen laughed "haha" and jumped up. The sword flew up and took her out to fly.
Junzi Wu smiled, stretched out his hand, and a sword flew up and down in the air, swiping his fingers, "Protect."
Fuchen laughed and flew around the imperial city for a long time. When he flew back to the palace, he saw the butler waving to him.
At the inn, the monk sensed the power of Fuchen, noticed her behavior, walked to the window and followed the happy figure in the air.
Fuchen's abilities were revealed little by little.
The monk looked at Fuchen, with joy in his eyes. His eyes shifted slightly and settled on the palace. The joy faded and turned into worry.
The dust flew back, and when passing by the outer courtyard, I suddenly heard a sound
"Hello, sir." The butler bowed.
Fuchen lowered his head and said hello, "Okay, okay." Seeing the cloth bag next to the housekeeper, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes. I'm waiting here specially. I want to say a few words to you, sir." The housekeeper is still a very kind and respectful old man.
Fuchen didn't know why, so he sat on his sword and listened quietly.
The sword floated in mid-air, at the same level as the butler's chest.
The housekeeper smiled and bowed, "My master has a cold temperament and doesn't have time to relax. He feels much more relaxed after the Lord comes."
"Am I lovable?" Fuchen wondered.
"Haha, that's right. In addition to being pleasing to the eye, I think, adults are more at ease." The butler smiled, his eyes full of light.
It can be seen that the housekeeper cares about the prince very much.
The housekeeper slowly stopped smiling and had a gentle face, "When you are in a high position, what you fear most is that your mind will be biased and your mind will be wrong."
"Once you have something you like, you will inevitably be partial. Some people will like it, and some will take advantage of it to harm it."
"The prince used to have a dog, but... eh. He watched the dog die with his own eyes but could do nothing."
Fuchen interrupted, "Dogs have a short life span?"
The housekeeper shook his head, his eyebrows slightly worried, "No. The dog was whipped to death by the prince, his own brother."
He began to recount the past events in a leisurely manner, "At that time, the royal concubine, Concubine Li, was favored. The prince's biological mother also entered the cold palace because her family was framed."
"The emperor deliberately suppresses the prince and prevents him from becoming a talented person, and does not allow him to learn civil, military, Taoist, and strategic skills."
"The prince was raised in the wild, and he found a dog in his harem, and he stayed with the dog all day long."
"After the dog died, the prince worked hard and studied secretly. After the death of the previous emperor, the current emperor ascended the throne. The emperor wanted to suppress the power of King Yi, so he supported the prince to study. The prince then justifiably displayed his talents and was named the respected king."
"But since the death of the dog, the prince has rarely smiled, let alone talked to anyone."
The butler's gaze was deep, and the distressed emotion could be easily felt in his eyes. He spoke very seriously and warned little by little, "The prince likes you very much."
"Your Majesty's strength means that Your Majesty does not need to worry about your death. Your Majesty's frankness will not make His Majesty suspect that you will harm Him."
"So, the villain has a request."
Fuchen was fascinated by the story and said without hesitation, "You say it, you say it, I agree."
The housekeeper smiled and said seriously, "My lord, all you need to do is live." He stared at Fuchen, gentleness overflowing on his old face. "In the future, the prince will eventually take that position, and your lord must not stop him."
"I know, I know." Fuchen nodded, "He is evil (Jiao Chenglong)..." Suddenly he remembered the monk's stop and choked back the remaining words. Then he said, "If he wants to become emperor, I will definitely give my blessing.
"
The housekeeper smiled, "That's good." He bowed and saluted, and watched Fuchen leave. He picked up the baggage on the ground and walked alone on the long corridor outside the courtyard.
Fuchen flew to the window of Moyuan with his sword and shouted, "Awu, I'm back."
The gentleman opened the window and said, "Come in. Come and help me try the medicine."
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled a pungent medicinal smell.
Fuchen stared at the dark mass with disgust, "What is this?"
"I don't know, a Taoist priest gave it to me, saying that it can be used by mortals to prolong life, and that monsters can use it to fly to immortality. So I bought it." Junzi Wu lied casually.
Fuchen looked at Ah Wu as if he were a fool, and said very seriously, "Aren't you the prince? You will also be deceived by such a scam?"
"No. I have detained the Taoist priest in the mansion. Why don't I ask you to try the medicine? If it's true, I'll let him go. If it's false, I'll kill him." The gentleman didn't answer seriously and just told the lie casually.
"How to try?" Fuchen believed it.
Jun Ziwu stood up, opened the side door, looked at Fu Chen, "Here, medicinal bath."
Fuchen feels like his head hurts.
She wanted to retreat, but for the sake of face, she held on.
Jun Ziwu strode towards Fuchen. In Fuchen's resisting eyes, he directly grabbed Fuchen's handful of grass and placed it in the potion filled in the big wooden barrel.
Hit the skull. Hit the skull.
The floating dust makes me feel uncomfortable. The smell originally made me feel bad and my head feels dizzy, but now I feel even more uncomfortable after being soaked in hot potion.
The two leaves kept flapping the water, trying to swim away.
Seeing the grass struggling fiercely in the turbid potion, the gentleman flicked the water out of the water, fished out the grass, took out a pot of wine and poured it on the grass, "Here, a pot of wine before going to bed."
The wine hit my body and was completely absorbed.
Fuchen was forced to drink a pot of wine, threw it into the medicine and let it sink for a while, then floated up and became unresponsive.
I drank a pot of strong liquor, but there was no reaction.
Junzi Wu smiled and stood up to prepare the medicinal ingredients.
One day, Fuchen was given a bucket of medicine as soon as he woke up. While Ah Wu was eating, she was making medicine, while Ah Wu was reading, she was making medicine, which made her brain dizzy.
Fuchen still had no idea why he opened his eyes and Ah Wu was there.
When he woke up the next morning, Jun Ziwu had already put on his court clothes and pointed to the hot water next to him, "Here."
Fuchen climbed to the edge of the bucket with difficulty and fell into the potion. "I finally understand, you are using me to make potion."
Suffer.
Fuchen felt that all her energy was gone. She looked at Ah Wu unmoved. After getting dressed, she went to court with no expression on her face.
Royal Palace.
After leaving the court, the father-in-law walked to the prince and said, "Your Majesty, the emperor has invited you."
The gentleman hesitated for a moment, the only reason why he was looking for him at this time was because of the dust.
When walking, a gentleman has no calculation, he has the ability to overthrow, but now that disasters are frequent, it is not the time.
Not the best time.
The dusty medicine...Junzi Wu has the final say.
Royal study room.
The emperor asked, "The spiritual grass is still in your house? Dear brother, do you know that the ministers are talking about it and I can't hold it back anymore."
The prince bowed, "Ling Cao said that she wanted to stay until the fifteenth Lantern Festival and leave. She likes to play, so I thought about it for a few days and didn't urge her."
The emperor didn't expect that the gentleman would be so cooperative. It just took a few more days, and he didn't need to be a bad person. He said casually, "Yes, Lantern Festival. Lingcao, a little monster, loves to play, is not in a hurry, you are
Take good care of her for a while, and I will tell the minister. Oh, there will also be a lantern festival."
The emperor turned to his father-in-law and said, "Go ahead and make the lantern festival bigger this year, and make sure that the spiritual grass is fully enjoyed."
The prince walked back to the palace, looked at himself "respecting the palace", and suddenly thought of his dog.
Look at the sky.
The light blue that belongs to the sky is only at the edge of the sky. The sky above is bright white. The beautiful scenery is only in the distance.
We have only known each other for five days now, and the time for separation is coming.
