there is a king in the palace

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the first emperor's birthday sacrifice, and he was going to Qingqiu Temple. The king didn't sleep well all night, and he was eagerly looking forward to the dawn.

At sunrise, there was chaos in the Tiger Pavilion. The Beast King was going to accompany him to Qingqiu Temple to stay for three days. All the things that should be prepared had to be prepared properly. Cheng Shouwang, on the morning before his departure, planned to let him have a big meal, he was very busy.

The king could smell the smell of meat in the hall, he wanted to go and see it, but when he lowered his head, he was barefoot, and after thinking about it, it was still useless to move.

He turned around anxiously on the bed, and finally heard familiar footsteps.

Zhang Su walked into the hall with a plain tiger shirt, and was startled when he saw the king sitting there, "The beast king woke up so early today."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

When getting dressed, Zhang Su unexpectedly found that the tiger shirt made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs according to the original size was a bit tight.

This...why are you getting fat again?

It's no wonder that the king exercised a lot when he was in Hutou Mountain, and he could maintain his figure by eating as much as he wanted, but now he stretches out his clothes to open his mouth, and eats nutritious and easy-to-digest food. Obesity is inevitable.

After barely changing his clothes, Zhang Su put on the shoes for the king, and praised without conscience, "The king of beasts is really personable."

Zhang Su's level of education is the same as that of the king, and he praised the male for being so handsome, and even used it to flatter Zhao Xianao.

The king didn't know, he felt that Zhang Su didn't need to deceive himself a tiger, he thought he looked handsome again.

After getting dressed, the king went straight to the small kitchen. There was such a long wooden table in the small kitchen. The pots of meat on it made the king greedy. The cook saw him grinning, and stuck the sauced pig with the back of his hand Elbow, "Okay."

Dawang can't eat too hot, so he has to dry it in advance before eating.

Pan Qi was on the side, and when the cook said it was all right, she brought the elbow into the hall.

The king hurriedly followed.

Pan Qi cut open the elbow with a small knife, and the oily skin trembled continuously.

The king swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth wide, and waited for Pan Qi to bring in the meat.

Pan Qi cut the meat in a leisurely manner, picked up the soft, glutinous and tender skin with long chopsticks, and put it in Da Wang's mouth. When Da Wang waited for him to take out the chopsticks, he immediately closed his mouth tightly.

The pork knuckle was stewed by the cook before dawn, it was so soft that the king didn't chew it much, and swallowed it with a gurgle.

Seeing him eating, Zhang Su actually got hungry, "Why don't you give me a bite."

Pan Qi didn't look at him, and just fed the meat to the king by herself, "You eat?"

"Want to eat."

Pan Qi didn't say anything, just squeezed a piece of meat with her hands, and yelled at Zhang Su for a dog.

Zhang Su smiled, his thick eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. The king watched helplessly as he took the piece of meat from Pan Qi's hand, and even added Pan Qi's finger.

you……

you……

Didn't you even think about asking me when you ate my food!You don't take this king seriously!

The king was getting angry, but Pan Qi's chopsticks had already been handed over. Pan Qi, who has always been slow, was very eager to feed the meat. If the king hadn't reacted quickly, the chopsticks might have been inserted into his nostrils.

The king bit the meat and looked at Pan Qi, his white face was dyed with a layer of pink, which looked strange.

Does the human face change color without being exposed to the sun?

The king planned to ask Zhao Xianao when he was alone with him.

After finishing breakfast in a strange atmosphere, the king lay on the wooden bed in the garden with a bulging stomach and waited to leave for Qingqiu Temple.

The rules and etiquette of the emperor going out to pray for blessings are very complicated, so Zhao Xianao explained in advance that he would split up with him, and after he left the palace, the king would leave from the Anwu Gate behind the palace.

Soon, the people who came to pick up the king arrived. The National Temple is not qualified for ordinary people, so this time only Zhang Su and Pan Qi followed when they left the palace. The group arrived at Anwumen, and there was a simple but spacious carriage outside the palace gate. There was a low stool in front of the carriage, and two guards. The two guards were very strange to the king, but they were not afraid.

"Beastmaster, get in the car."

By carriage?

Looking at the two tall horses, the king felt very fresh.

He didn't think so when he got in the car.

The carriage was jolting and shaking, making him dizzy and very uncomfortable. The king tried to get out by grabbing the wooden door.

Pan Qi sat outside, and said softly, "Beastmaster, come down and walk away."

The two animal trainers have caught the king's weakness.

He is a very vain little tiger who likes to put on airs.

Sure enough, after saying this, the king stopped making trouble, curled up obediently in the car, and fell asleep after a while.

Your Majesty is sleeping very deeply now, unlike when he was in Hutou Mountain, he would open his eyes when there was a little trouble.

When he arrived at Qingqiu Temple, Zhang Su woke him up.

"Beastmaster, Beastmaster, here we come."

The king squinted his eyes and walked out of the carriage in a daze. He almost went straight down the carriage when he heard someone beside him sneer slightly mockingly.

When the king looked over, he was actually King Duan.

"Oh—" Laughing at your mother's fourth uncle!

To pray for the late emperor, King Duan must come, and it was a coincidence that he and the king arrived at Qingqiu Temple at the same time, and got off the carriage at the same time.

King Duan thought it was a deliberate arrangement by Zhao Xianao, just to save his face, so he hated the king even more.

Your Majesty is not in the mood to pay attention to him anymore. If you want to go to the Qingqiu Temple, you have to walk up the 99 bluestone stairs with three kowtows and nine bows.

Oh, the king is not a human being, so there is no need to kowtow three times and bow nine times.

Even if he wanted to kowtow three times and bow nine times, it was not that his figure in the Hongfeng paddock would be able to kneel down.

The king moved up step by step with his small thick legs. The unusual height of the bluestone steps limited his walking speed, and even so left those people far behind.

When the king went to the Qingqiu Temple, he was panting from exhaustion. The monks in the temple had a close relationship with the palace, so they knew about this beast king. They didn't panic when they saw him, and led him to the arranged courtyard.

The king followed the monks in front of him, and with his chubby head, looked at this very solemn and solemn temple. The smell of incense here was a hundred times stronger than that of the Buddhist hall, but the king did not find a place with a strong spiritual energy.

"The Beastmaster is here for a while, and the Emperor will be back soon."

"Aww." The king promised obediently, maybe after the monk left, he quietly slipped out.

Qingqiu Temple is bigger than he imagined. Because the emperor will come to pray for three days, common people and dignitaries are not allowed to enter the temple. Qingqiu Temple is very quiet. The king is wandering around. will stay away.

The king quickly found the aura that was almost the same as that in the Lifo Hall.

It is a small Buddhist hall, the vermilion gate is closed tightly, on the red wall is written Buddha on one side and Zen on the other, and there are two stone lions standing at the gate, the king looked at the plaque with red background and gold letters on it, But he couldn't read it.

No culture is terrible.

The king walked around the small Buddhist hall. Except for the gate at the entrance, there were all tall and fortified walls. If he wanted to go in, he probably had to wait until the day when he grew wings.

Since it's a Buddhist hall, it can't always be closed, so let's find a way.

The king turned around, followed the scent and went back the same way.

You said it was a coincidence, let him meet that Duan Wang again.

Originally, the enemy’s road was narrow, and when the enemy met, the king himself felt the undercurrent, but this Zhang Su had no discernment at all, “Beastmaster, where did you go, the servant has been looking for you for a long time.”

The king glanced secretly at King Duan. He was playing with a bunch of walnuts in his hand. When Zhang Su called him the beast king, the walnuts were cracked, and the king heard the sound of popping.

Really, the person who untied the bell was the one who tied the bell. It was because of Zhao Xianao that Zhao Xianao named him the king of beasts and aroused hatred for him.

What, what can you do to me, my boss is the emperor~

Seeing that fat and round tiger yelling at him, the walnut dregs in Zhao Xianyong's hand fell to the ground.

He, why does he want to kill this tiger so much.

After silently reciting a few meditation sutras in his heart, the fire in Zhao Xianyong's heart gradually subsided. He turned around and went back to his own yard.

His own prince always complained about the late emperor's preference, thinking that the throne should belong to him, but he felt that the emperor was indeed more like the late emperor, even with such a tiger by his side.

But he only dared to think about this idea in his heart.

The king left Zhao Xianyong in anger. For some reason, he felt that Hu's life was extremely happy.

Of course, there is someone just like him.

That night, Zhao Xian'ao returned to the temporary courtyard after finishing the first day's ceremony of praying for blessings. After dismissing the followers, he heard what the king said about Zhao Xianyong's pale face from anger today. He couldn't help showing a row of white teeth. Smiling, he rubbed the king's head very affectionately, "Good job, we will continue in the future."

The king saw a string of beads hanging on his chest, and as he moved, his claws started to itch again, and he rushed towards Zhao Xianao's chest.

Zhao Xianao quickly dodges, leaving the king in vain, before the king is unhappy, he just heard Zhao Xianao whisper, "Don't do this, I'm afraid."