I don't want to be king

The monk shook his head and said, "Miss, don't worry, the little monk is fine."

Xie Xiaoqing suddenly said, "Monk, why did you come to me?"

She has been in a trance until now, always feeling like she is dreaming.

The most incredible thing is that her master was able to let them go.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda,"

The monk folded his palms together and said, "I don't want to see the girl suffer."

"Monk,"

Xie Xiaoqing wrapped his hands around his neck, leaned against his back, and said sadly, "Let's hurry up and run as far as we can.

I know my master well, she can't let us go so easily. "

She always felt that her master was holding back.

The only thing they can do before their eyes is run!

The moment Xie Xiaoqing's body was pressed against his back, the monk couldn't help but tremble.

Xie Xiaoqing was injured so that he couldn't push her away, so he had to carefully pick up her slender legs and continue walking down the steps step by step.

I kept saying in my heart: Emptiness is form, and form is emptiness. The monk did this to save people.

When passing the Ministry of Rites, Xie Xiaoqing looked at Xie Baishou who was sitting on the chair in a daze, rolling his eyes and asked curiously, "What's wrong with him?"

The monk said, "His soul is lost, and he can't get it back."

"The living dead?"

Xie Xiaoqing asked.

Feeling his breath in the monk's ear, he lost his mind for a while, and then nodded after a long while, "That's true."

Xie Xiaoqing asked, "Did you do it?"

"Do not,"

This time the monk shook his head and said, "It's him himself. He can't extricate himself from the sound of his piano, and he will be immersed in it for the rest of his life, until the day his body decays."

Xie Xiaoqing said puzzled, "He is the seventh rank, he is good at rhythm, and kills people with his music, how could he hurt himself?"

"I have learned a kung fu of using strength to fight, called fighting and star shifting,"

The monk said patiently as he walked, "It's Murong Fu's unique skill to become famous."

"Who is Murong Fu?"

Xie Xiaoqing then asked.

"He is a very powerful master."

"Is it the grand master?"

"Probably so,"

The monk smiled and said, "However, in the end he went crazy."

"Why is he crazy."

"The restoration of the country failed, and his dream was shattered."

"Which country is he the emperor?"

"He is not the emperor, but a descendant of the royal family of the Great Yan Kingdom..."

"Where is the Great Yan Kingdom?"

"..."

The monk himself couldn't help laughing while talking. When the prince told them this story, they also asked these questions.

The blind man is still determined to learn how to turn the stars around.

It's a pity that the blind man didn't succeed in learning it. Instead, he let himself ponder a little bit. He vaguely felt that this kung fu combined with his Lion's Roar Kung Fu must be very powerful, so he learned both Lion's Roar Kung Fu and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

The two walked and talked all the way like this, and they went out of the range of Spring Mountain City without knowing it.

"girl?"

The monk asked several times, but no one answered. He turned his head and found that she had fallen asleep.

There are barren mountains and mountains on the left and right. He carefully put her on the grass and lit a fire.

It's winter, and there aren't even any wild fruits.

I finally found a few ponkans on a tree, but they fell off as soon as I reached for them, and the inside was rotten.

Huangtian paid off, and finally found a persimmon tree and picked a bagful of persimmons from it.

When he turned back, Xie Xiaoqing had already woken up, curled up and was grilling fish.

"I don't eat such astringent persimmons."

Xie Xiaoqing glanced at the persimmon in the monk's pocket, and then continued to turn over the fish on the branch.

"Amitabha,"

The monk looked at the fish eyes who were dying, and said together, "It's a sin, a sin."

Xie Xiaoqing said dissatisfiedly, "You killed Xie Baishou, you will be hypocritical."

"The poor monk didn't kill him."

The monk hurriedly explained.

Xie Xiaoqing said, "He is a living dead, what is the difference between dead and dead?

He wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for your bliss. "

"I……"

The monk didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Xie Xiaoqing said proudly, "Come on, I'll treat you to fish, thank you for saving your life."

"Thank you for your kindness, girl."

The monk turned his back and ate his own persimmon in small bites.

Xie Xiaoqing was bored and bit the fish hard.

On the night of New Year's Eve, there was heavy snowfall.

Lin Yi set off 1000 taels of fireworks at the Meridian Gate in one breath.

"Mo Shun, that bastard, is making a lot of money again."

Standing on the city wall, Lin Yi looked at the bright fireworks, and really wanted to stop Mo Shun's subsidy.

Mo Shun is now both a businessman and an official, a real official and businessman!

If it becomes bigger in the future, the harm will be endless.

This kind of result is not what he likes to see.

However, for the sake of the so-called "efficiency", he had to sacrifice a little principle.

Sometimes it's very difficult to be a human being, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

"My lord,"

He Jixiang stroked his beard and said, "In the Battle of Saibei, gunpowder was extremely powerful, and Mo Shun contributed a lot."

"I'm not denying his credit,"

Lin Yi said with emotion, "There are also those suppliers, the money at home is probably moldy, I heard that old man Liang Gen bought a big house outside Ankang City for 5 taels?

How many people in the family can live? "

"My lord,"

While looking at Lin Yi's face, He Jixiang said, "Liang Gen has brought twenty boatloads of grain, so that we will not be in danger of food shortage in Ankang City."

He was really afraid that the prince would lose his temper and chill the hearts of these suppliers.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "It is also a skill to be able to make money. The more people who make money, the happier I am."

His current status is different from before, he really dare not talk nonsense, otherwise the courtiers will guess wrong, and it will be the common people who will suffer.

In fact, he also quite understands the cautiousness of the following people.

After all, there is the example of the founding emperor Lin Baozhi. Before he ascended the throne, this cowherd boy treated everyone as his brother and let his brothers rush forward to work for him.

Anyone who sees him is the number one enlightened emperor since ancient times.

As a result, as soon as he ascended the throne, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He Dayou, the richest man in the Liang Kingdom who tried his best to please him and threw money at him, was stabbed with a knife.

"My lord is wise."

The crowd echoed loudly.

Lin Yi looked at He Jixiang and said, "Mr. He, I heard that you also brought your great-grandson over?"

He Jixiang bowed and said, "My lord, the old minister knows that time is running out, this child is young, so he wants to take him with him so that he can teach him himself."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "That's good, that's fine, you can go back early and be with your precious great-grandson, you don't have to stay here to guard the king."

"Thank you, Lord."

He Jixiang said so, but he didn't mean to leave.

Lin Yi continued, "Have the prince's family members been brought into the palace yet?"

Liu Kan said, "My lord, it will be brought in by next night."

"That's all right, let's go down and get ready for the banquet," Lin Yi nodded and said, "You guys should leave too, I have to go to the Qilin Palace for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Lin Yi knew that if he did not leave, these people would not leave either.

"Congratulations to the lord."

Everyone knelt down and said in unison.

The Qilin Palace is brightly lit.

Chapter 391 New Year's Eve Dinner

Lin Yi held a banquet, but Emperor Delong sat at the main seat.

Lin Yi and the crown prince sat opposite each other at the old emperor's next prime minister, and below were all the concubines in the palace.

His father is the same as Emperor Yongguang. Although he is self-proclaimed as diligent, he has never had many concubines. The more the better, no matter whether it is noble concubine, virtuous concubine, Shu concubine, Zhaoyi, Jieyu, or beauties, there is no certain number.

Even when he was sick, his father did not forget the important event of the talent show. He had sex with each other when he was awake, and his children suddenly went together.

The more than [-] people sitting in front of me are all concubines and above, who have been canonized and established, as for those below concubines, none of them came, otherwise they would definitely not be able to sit down.

At this moment, everyone was silent, Emperor Delong, the Regent, and Concubine Yuan Gui didn't speak, who would dare to speak?

What surprised Lin Yi was, why were all the young concubines sitting there?

None of the biological mothers of King Chu, King Nanling, and King Xin came.

His old lady has become the oldest here?

Seeing Lin Yi looking at her, Xiao Xizi hurried forward and said in a low voice, "My lord, it's freezing outside, Concubine Han Guifei and others are old and can't stand the cold, the little ones make decisions on their own, no Let them come to this Qilin Palace, and I hope the prince will forgive their sins."

Looking at Lin Yi's expression while talking, he was relieved to see that Lin Yi was not unhappy, he did the right thing.

"It's so good. For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, remember to ask people to send more good things over there,"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Don't be mean to them."

Xiao Xizi said, "Don't worry, my lord, the little ones know about it."

After Lin Yi nodded, he looked at Emperor Delong, who was sitting in the main seat and coughed from time to time, and said, "Father, since it's Chinese New Year, do you keep saying a few words?"

His father really sat up in shock from a dying illness, lingering on for another year, looking like he was about to die, but he never died.

The concubines, princes, and princesses present all held their breaths, not daring to make a single movement, for fear of being affected by disaster.

Emperor Delong put down the teacup, squinted his eyes, and looked at his son expressionlessly.