Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 8 Hua Fei Yin

At this moment, in the flower hall, a young nun wearing plain and loose robes, accompanied by four old nuns, was sitting on a chair, looking boredly at a painting hanging in the middle hall.

This is a painting by Bian Xianzhi, the court painter of Ji Zhou. It is a lifelike tiger with a lifelike expression.

And under a linden tree that was burned by thunder and fire, an old monk sat upright, with a solemn treasure, facing the tiger's mouth, calm and fearless, and on the big bluestone not far away, there was a baby with white arms and legs .

The nun is about 20 years old, her face is like a crescent moon, her eyebrows are like willow leaves, her cheeks are as white as jade like a lotus flower, and her white skin is rosy. Between dignified and coquettish two temperament in one, totally natural.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun and hidden under a plain hat. She was obviously a nun who practiced long hair.

"One death is exchanged for one life, and the dead tree is full of spring, and it continues continuously. I don't think this painting saint is envious of him, but he is so proficient in Zen." In other words, the young nun gently raised her head, and along the exquisite jade-like collarbone, one can see the looming and exquisite curves in the line of sight.

"Junior Sister Hua, if you like this painting, I will give it to you for my brother." At this moment, with the sound of dull and powerful footsteps, Meng Kui raised the bead curtain and strode to the flower hall. The rough voice shook the beams of the room like Make a rustling sound.

"Brother Meng is too polite, how can Feiyin win people's favor?" Hua Feiyin said softly.

Meng Kui sat on the chair and said: "The Sa family has never been used to these things. If it is the Sa family, a Zen stick will end up with this tiger. There is nothing to do with it."

Concubine Hua was at a loss for words for a while, and said: "The old monk is old and weak, even if he wants to, he is powerless."

Meng Kui laughed, and didn't take it seriously, and said, "Junior Sister Hua, we haven't seen each other for a few years since the Yu Lan Puja."

"Brother Meng, it's been three years." Concubine Hua whispered with a smile.

A trace of strangeness flashed across Meng Kui's face, and he felt a burning heat in his heart. He quickly chanted a Buddhist name secretly, and thought to himself, she is indeed the female concubine Hua of Tanyue Temple's generation, who has a soft and charming voice.

Even for an unfeminine killing monk like him, just hearing this voice, his mind is shaken and he can't control himself.

Intentionally not looking at Hua Feiyin's dignified and coquettish face, Meng Kui asked with a slight smile, "Junior Sister, why are you late?"

"Since I received the letter from senior brother, I have been traveling day and night, but I have been entangled with people from the Three Yin Demon Sect on the way, so I was delayed for a while." Hua Feiyin said softly.

Hearing this, Meng Kui was slightly startled, and said, "Three Yin Demon Sect? I wonder which lineage of demon it is?"

"It's the Shaoyin lineage."

Concubine Hua didn't seem to want to go deeper, so she changed the subject and asked, "Senior brother, where is that place?"

Meng Kui said: "On the fifth mile of Chengguan in Wenyi, the Sa family has asked Duan Yong to buy that piece of wasteland. They plan to first build green walls around the surrounding area and plant thorn vines, and then wait for the four treasure banners of junior sisters to plant them. A cover-up."

"Junior Sister, do you think the Sa family's arrangement can be extended?"

"Senior Brother, the arrangements are properly made." Concubine Hua frowned, thought for a while, and said, "When will we enter the secret realm?"

"Don't worry, there will definitely be murderous intentions every step of the way in the secret realm. The Sajia Martial Arts breaks through another realm and enters it, and there will be more self-protection."

Concubine Hua nodded, and said: "I just want to visit the site to see how to set up the formation. I live in Xianzhengfang in the city. If Brother Meng is looking for me, you can go there."

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Forbidden Palace · Ganlu Palace

Although he didn't close his eyes all night, Su Zhao didn't feel tired at all. Instead, as the luck in his body washed away, the spirit orifices of all limbs and bones were quickly opened, and he felt his ears and eyes were clear and his spirit was radiant.

Early in the morning, Su Zhao summoned Dazai Jinghongdao, and the two monarchs and ministers knelt on both sides of a small sandalwood chair, with a pot of green tea curling up.

Su Zhao asked: "Teacher, have you prepared the form to send to Luodu?"

"This is after the old minister went back, he wrote it overnight, and I invite you to read it." Jing Hongdao said Cang Sheng, and took out a memorial from his sleeve.

Su Zhao reached out to take it, unfolded it, looked intently, and nodded secretly.

It has to be said that his teacher is good at writing. It can be said that his diction is beautiful.

Su Zhao closed the form, waved to the eunuch Ling Youjiang beside him, and said, "Add Gu's seal and send it to Luoyi quickly."

Then, looking at Jing Hongdao, he sighed and said, "It's summer now, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's really not suitable for the late king's coffin to stay for too long. It's better to bury it in the ground as soon as possible."

Jing Hongdao nodded, and Cang said in a voice: "The mausoleum of the first emperor has been rushed overnight, and the old minister has ordered the Taishi Bu to count the days. It will be on the sixth day of the next month, and the first emperor can be buried."

Because when the king of the Su Kingdom was in power, he had already started to build his own mausoleum, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He just wanted to stop the coffin and wait for the mourning envoys from all countries to come to Wenyi.

Su Zhao nodded, calculated the time, there are still ten days left, and said: "Teacher is heavy and experienced, and you can rest assured when you do things alone."

A touch of timely emotion appeared on Jing Hongdao's face, and said: "Your Majesty, the state of Su is on your shoulders, so you must take care of your health."

Su Zhao nodded, suddenly looked solemn, raised the teacup, and said: "Teacher, Gu Fang inherits the position, and the master is less likely to be suspicious. Please help me with all my strength, so that I can keep Su Yi's family status."

Seeing this, Jing Hongdao's complexion changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to support him, saying: "Your Majesty's words are serious, and the old minister has received the kindness of the late king, so he is absolutely heartbroken to you."

Su Zhaodao: "The current situation of the temples in the Su Kingdom, the teacher should teach me a word, how can I keep the Su Zongmiao safe."

Jing Hongdao hesitated for a while, and said: "Your Majesty only needs to be filial and righteous, to show the world through virtue, and to aspire to the hearts of the people, so that the country can last forever."

Su Zhaowen was disappointed when he heard this cliché, but still nodded.

As Jing Hongdao said, if he does not lose his morality, he can indeed secure his position, but the enemy is stalking him, ready to use ghostly tricks at any time, and if he does not take the initiative to attack, there will always be times when he cannot guard against it.

"Nowadays, I see that all businesses in Wenyi City are withering and people's livelihoods are difficult, so please be sympathetic to me." Jing Hongdao said, clasping his hands.

Su Zhao nodded, and said loudly: "When the first emperor was in power, he didn't respect luxury and was considerate of people's sentiments. If there was time to leave his last words, he would have demanded that everything be kept simple at the funeral."

Jing Hongdao cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

Su Zhao waited for a while, and was a little disappointed to see that Jing Hongdao didn't say anything else, but he didn't force him, and chatted a few more words.

"As a teacher, I have long lost my vigor. When I was the crown prince, I never taught me any imperial powers." Su Zhao watched Jing Hongdao leave, his eyes flickered, and he sighed in his heart.

Jing Hongdao served three generations of monarchs of the Su Kingdom, and had reached the age of obedience. The teachings to Su Zhao were nothing more than such grand and general things as Mingde and Emphasis on Ritual, and did not involve the study of Emperor Legalism.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Army controls Peng Yan, and the second general Cai Kuang is waiting outside the palace to ask for an audience."

At this time, the eunuch Ling's words interrupted Su Zhao's thoughts.

"Xuan."

Su Zhao said something and looked up towards the entrance of the hall.

　The contract was sent yesterday, and everyone is welcome to invest.

　
(End of this chapter)