Dominate the female queen with space: The husband is so stunning

Liu Jin leaned close to Sui Yue and whispered in his ear, "His Highness is obsessed with that person in the palace. He has been spending time with that person in the palace these days when he is not at home. What do you think His Highness thinks? Is it possible that he really wants to be his successor?" Do you want to be a cheap lady?"

Sui Yue glared at her, "Shut up, don't worry about what shouldn't be done. You and I can't figure out His Highness's thoughts. Go sweep the floor in the hall."

Liujin stuck out his tongue and said no more.

Zhong Ran took Du Heng and Xi Le around for a few rounds in the busiest market in the imperial city, and finally bought a big house. He paid the money and took the key. Zhong Ran gave the key to Du Heng.

"This house will open a martial arts gym for you, just like in Qingshang. It is best to accept poor children from homeless families. Work hard and I will see results within half a year." It is better to accept poor children from homeless families. Drive to take control.

Du Heng said hesitantly, "But Master, you also need someone to protect you." He then said, "Let Joy be by your side. I can watch the martial arts studio by myself."

Xi Le nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, Da Ran, I will follow you to protect you."

Zhong Ran looked at her with disgust, "You're the only one who still protects me?"

He said to Du Heng, "Xi Le should follow you. I can protect myself, so don't worry."

I'm just happy that she has such a weak temper. She can beat her ten times a day. To avoid beating people to death, it's better not to follow her.

Then Zhong Ran threw her a stack of banknotes and left.

Nangong Yaochu summoned her but did not give her an official position, so now she is just an unemployed vagrant with the title of eldest princess.

She didn't come back to be a homeless person. The most important thing now was to develop her power.

Opening a martial arts gym is the most suitable. Although you don't make much money and you can still get some subsidies, the students who can get in are all martial arts wizards. With them, you have an armed force.

Moreover, the business of opening a martial arts school is relatively low-key and will not arouse the suspicion of Nangong Yaochu and the ministers in the court.

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There is a Fulu Temple on Qishan Mountain. Fulu Temple has a history of a hundred years. There are tens of thousands of pilgrims every day. One month's incense money is equivalent to the court's annual tax revenue. It is a true cornucopia for the Queen.

The empresses of the past dynasties paid special attention to Fulu Temple, which was also a royal temple. All major ceremonies held in the palace would be held in the temple.

If you want to ask why the incense in this temple is so good, it is thanks to the current national master in the temple.

The national preceptor's name is Hui Xi, the eldest son of the King of Ting. It is said that when he was born, the sky was covered with dark clouds and strong winds, followed by torrential rains, and the crops that had been dry for a year finally received the rain.

The people were so happy that they ran and shouted in the heavy rain. They even knelt and kowtowed outside the gate of Prince Ting's Mansion, saying that the newly born eldest son was the reincarnation of a priest who came to the human race to save the common people.

At that time, there was a civil strife in the God Clan, and the priests were missing, which further confirmed the people's suspicions.

Xiao Huixi is a tall girl with a pink and jade-like appearance. She is talented and intelligent, and is very good at reading, especially Buddhist scriptures. She can memorize a thick Buddhist scripture in three days, and even swears in a childish voice that she will understand the Buddhist scriptures and save the world.

When he was five years old, he gave lectures, and his eloquent tongue defeated hundreds of great scholars. He became famous for this. At the age of eight, he was made a national master by the old queen, and he was allowed to move to the royal Fulu Temple to study the sutras, without kneeling before the saints.

At that time, the princess Nangong Miaochu had just been born.

The incense in Fulu Temple was really good. Zhong Ran slept on a crooked neck tree outside the temple before the pilgrims dispersed and it got dark.

The sunset dimmed, candlelight lit up in the temple, Zhong Ran climbed over the wall with Qinggong, and arrived at a three-story wooden building in the backyard. She crossed her arms and stood under the eaves, looking at the white figure inside.

The man knelt in front of the golden Buddha statue, clasped his hands, lowered his head and chanted sutras, with an extremely pious attitude.

Just looking at his back, he looks like a tall and straight-looking man. His snow-white clothes and noble temperament exude holiness and inviolability.

For a long time, just when Zhong Ran was about to fall asleep, he finally got up.

Perhaps his legs were numb after kneeling for a long time. With a clang, he leaned forward and hit the leg of the table with flowers and fruits.

Zhong Ran woke up immediately in shock.

He was knocked to the ground and he was about to get up. However, his right foot stepped on his clothes and tripped. There was another thud, and he fell to the floor again.

Zhong Ran subconsciously covered his head.

These two collisions were serious. If his guess was correct, he should have two big bumps on his bald head.

Zhong Ran didn't go over, wanting to wait until he got up before going over. After all, the noble and holy Imperial Master was thrown twice by him, which was quite embarrassing.

However, Zhong Ran waited for half a cup of tea, but he still hadn't gotten up safely from the ground.

Just the simple movement of getting up caused him several accidents. He tripped over his right foot and his left foot, and almost hit a cylinder, causing him to fall backwards.

His shiny, bald head had several large bruises on it.

Zhong Ran frowned.

I haven’t seen him for several years. Why has this master become so stupid? He falls like this every day and yet he is still alive.

Unable to stand it anymore, Zhong Ran walked over, put one hand on his arm and helped him up easily, and the other hand lifted up his clothes to prevent him from being tripped again.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for your help." The voice was cold and without any impurities, just like in the memory.

Just listening to the sound can make people temporarily forget all their worries.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you really impress me." Zhong Ran didn't stop, but held his arm tightly, pulled him closer, and looked at the Qingjun face in front of him with a smile.

After Wei Xi was startled for a moment, she put her hands together as a salute and said, "Your Highness, long time no see. See you well."

"I'm pretty good, but you...seem to have bad eyesight..." Zhong Ran came closer to him, almost touching his face and nose, and his breath sprayed on the other person's face.

Wei Xi's body stiffened for a moment, and she subconsciously stepped back. Zhong Ran pressed forward again, waving her hand in front of his eyes a few times.

His thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, but his beautiful and clean eyes were unfocused.

In the end, Zhong Ran determined that the bald monk was nearsighted, and the degree was not low, at least above 800 degrees. He was no different from a blind man.

I haven’t seen you for a few years. My myopia is so severe. How much I like reading scriptures.

Lord Buddha would be so touched if he knew that he had such a devout disciple.

Therefore, there is no need to be jealous of someone who, at such a young age, is a national master who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people. He has gained it by studying hard and losing a pair of eyes.

"You... why are you so close to me?" Wei Xi retreated, she approached, he retreated, and she approached, until she was forced against the pillar and there was no way to retreat.

Zhong Ran supported the column with his arms, half-circled him in his arms, looked up at him, half-smiling, and looked like a female gangster teasing a good man.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years. I really miss my master. Let me take a good look and see if my master has lost weight."

After carefully appreciating his delicate features, she reached out and pinched his waist a few more times, smacking her lips, "Tsk, tsk, master, you are too thin. Don't you think the food in the temple is to your liking? Yes, you made me vomit after eating it." .”