I have a book to play

After Xihe Di worshiped the incense, he straightened up and looked at the golden Buddha statue in front of him.

When the first emperor built Jingming Temple, he personally held a ball of mud and put it into the mud ball of the statue.Afterwards, the Buddha statue was molded, and the first brush of gold paint was painted by the emperor himself.

Jingming Temple, once a place of great incense, has been silent for so many years. If the Emperor Taizu found out, he would probably slam the table and scold them, the princes and grandchildren.

Emperor Xihe tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the young man in the moon-white monk's robe beside the altar table.

How many years have you not seen this son?

If the temples hadn't planned to parade Buddha statues in the capital on his birthday, would this son really stay in the ancient temple in the deep mountains forever, away from the world for a lifetime, the ancient Buddha with the green lamp?

Xihedi didn't dare to imagine.He has only three sons so far, and he has given the most expectations to the eldest son.This is the first child born between him and the Empress Yuan, and it is also the eldest son of the emperor that the whole Da Chu has been looking forward to.

Back then, the little prince who was calm, humble and polite in front of him, and would occasionally act coquettish in the queen, has already become what he is now in the blink of an eye.

Time is always so magical.The once young and thin boy is now tall and strong with broad shoulders.Even though he was only wearing an ordinary monk's robe, it still couldn't cover up his tough and heroic spirit.

Years of training in the mountains and forests made his skin, which should have been as fair as all the children of the aristocratic family, present a healthy wheat color.

At this time, his lips were slightly pursed, a string of sandalwood beads was wrapped around his wrist, his hands were clasped together, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and there seemed to be a quiet aura about him, silent and peaceful, without any aggressiveness.

just like……

Like an ordinary monk, he stood quietly on the side of the altar.

Xi Hedi looked at Xie Chen silently, and many images flashed in his mind.From the birth of the eldest son of the emperor, to the time when he was able to speak the first sentence and call "Father Emperor" for the first time, to the time when he ignored the objections of the empress dowager and Shang Shuling, and made the eldest son the crown prince... There have been many things that happened. A lot of things flashed back to his mind, and finally from the thin figure he had to send to Jingming Temple, it fell back to the monk with calm eyes in front of him.

He thought for a while and said, "Take me...take me to a convenient place, I want to talk to you."

Xie Chen bowed in a polite manner, and led Emperor Xihe to the back of the hall.

Emperor Xihe's birthday was before the first lunar month, and although there was a lot of trouble, Dali Temple has always acted vigorously and vigorously under the leadership of Dali Temple Minister, and all the monks who were in charge of escorting the Buddha statue were interrogated within a short period of time. Clearly.

Now that the matter is over, the monks naturally all set off to return to the monastery before the first month.Jingming Temple suddenly became empty again.

Xi and Di wanted to find a convenient place to talk, and Xie Chen didn't need to make too much effort, he could find one at random.

This time Emperor Xihe traveled privately in low clothes, and he didn't bring many guards with him, even after going up the mountain, he even brought a few servants disguised as family generals.

Xie Chen brought him to a tea room in the temple, invited Xihe Emperor to sit down, made tea himself, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him.

After only a few days of not seeing each other, Xie Chen found that the eyes of Xi and Di in front of him were full of anxiety and bewilderment, and they were much older than when they met last time.State affairs can't overwhelm him, and if he can't breathe, it's thanks to Zhang Zhang.

Xihedi took the tea bowl and took a sip.

He had known for a long time that the life in the monastery was poor, and he already expected in his heart that this tea would not be a good one.Just taking this sip still made his heart tremble, and he felt guilty that he couldn't take another sip.

"Back then, I obeyed the Queen Mother's words and sent you to become a monk. Did you ever complain to me?"

In fact, Xie Chen wanted to ask this question the day Xie Chen entered the palace, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth, so he had to swallow it repeatedly, until today, he finally asked it.

Xie Chen smiled: "No resentment or hatred, the poor monk is now in the Buddhist gate, pure and at ease."

Emperor Xihe said: "If the queen mother hadn't happened back then, you would still be my prince, and the queen would still be..."

Xie Chen: "The poor monk's renunciation can make the queen mother live a hundred years longer, and make the Da Chu country permanent, and the poor monk will be happy."

Emperor Xihe took another sip of tea, the bitter taste lingered in his mouth, and he couldn't feel the slightest lingering sweetness: "You have been drinking this kind of tea for ten years, and you really don't complain at all? If you feel tired, I will When I get back, I will seal you as a national teacher, move out of the temple and live in the palace, and then find some people to serve you...you...don't blame your brother."

Xie Chen was silent for a long time, watching Xi Hedi look away in embarrassment.

"The poor monk thought that His Majesty came here to care for the poor monk sincerely. It turns out that His Majesty came here for the crown prince from the very beginning. Does your majesty think that the poor monk is responsible for what happened to the prince today?"

This was something Xi Hedi dared not say clearly.

He once doted on this son, and although he still dotes on him now, he puts more expectations on the prince.If the prince really made a big mistake one day and had to be abolished, he should leave this favor to Xie Yu.

He dotes on each of his sons, so he also hopes that whether the three sons become monks, become princes, or become idle princes when they grow up.He simply hoped that all three sons would be well, and that no one would be left behind.

"I know that most of this matter has nothing to do with you, but..."

"Your Majesty," Xie Chen got up and was about to see off the guests, "Your Majesty has been out for too long, it's time to return to the palace."

Seeing the expressionless Xie Chen, Xi and Di were full of worries.

He naturally knew about the prince and had nothing to do with Jingming Temple.Even without this parade of Buddha statues, it would be nothing more than a later exposure of the prostitution temple.

But he was always a little worried in his heart, worried that behind the power that was gradually rising to deal with the prince, there was a hand of gratitude.

His sons... There must be no such thing as a brother-in-law fight.

The attitude of gratitude has been clearly stated there.Emperor Xihe couldn't force him to stay any longer, so he was sent all the way to the mountain gate helplessly.

Before going down the mountain, Emperor Xihe stopped suddenly, and asked for a copy of the Buddhist scriptures copied by Xie Chen to go home.Xie Chen glanced at the forest beside the mountain gate, bowed his head and ordered the little novice next to him to go back to the meditation room to bring a few newly copied Buddhist scriptures.

After getting the Buddhist scriptures, Emperor Xihe was finally willing to go down the mountain.

It wasn't until standing at the mountain gate that Xihedi and his party were no longer visible, Xie Chen moved his footsteps and looked sideways at the forest on the side of the mountain gate.There is a part of the mountain forest, the trees are evergreen for a hundred years, and there are a few pines and cypresses with strong branches, the branches and leaves are dense and lush.

Xie Chen coughed twice, then raised his voice, "Qilang, come out."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, a young man was seen staggering out from the forest.

The end of the new year is approaching, and it is the time when people would be so cold that they would fight their teeth when they said a word outside.The young man was only wearing plain clothes, but the cloak that should have been worn outside was wrapped in something and held tightly in his arms.

He obviously hid in the forest for a while, his face was blue from the cold.When the north wind blows, it brings white plum petals flying like falling snow in the distant mountains and forests, and brings a biting chill.

Xie Chen knew that Sun Peng was hiding in the woods.When Song Xi and Di went down the mountain, he noticed that there was someone hiding there, but he never expected that Sun Peng would walk out of the forest in this manner.

"what happened?"

Xie Chen walked a few steps quickly, reaching out to pull Sun Peng.The latter was a little hardened by the cold, his feet were unsteady, and when he sneezed, he was about to hit Xie Chen's arms.

He was still holding something in his hand, as if he was afraid of bumping into it, he turned around hastily.

Xie Chen quickly opened his arms, hugged the man from behind into his arms, and lowered his head, the tightly wrapped cloak had been opened, revealing a red face the size of a palm inside.

After seeing this face clearly, Xie Chen's heart was on fire, he put his arm around Sun Peng's waist to stabilize him, and unceremoniously snatched the tightly held cloak from his arms with the other hand, and threw it away. Give Dust B.

Sun Peng was already a little dazed from the cold.I just remembered that I was holding a small one in my arms, and when my left foot tripped over my right foot, I subconsciously wanted to protect the little one in my arms and let myself land on my back.It's just that the back failed to touch the ground, but fell into an embrace full of sandalwood.

Immediately, a hard arm was wrapped around his waist. He smelled the sandalwood and was a little dazed. The little guy in his arms had already been grabbed out.When he came back to his senses, he clearly saw Xie Chen's lips slightly pursed, and he glanced at himself unkindly.

"Where did you save him?"

"On the way out of the city... bumped into a servant from the Xu family who wanted to put the child...in a vegetable basket and send him out of the city."

Sun Peng was so cold that his body was cold, although he knew that he should be hugged horizontally at this moment.

But maybe it was because of the man's body temperature transmitted to the skin through the thin clothes, a gap suddenly opened in his heart that he had been holding on to, and he leaned against the man's embrace, with his forehead on the other's shoulder, lifted With one hand, he grabbed the other party's skirt.

Tightly, like a life-saving straw, held in the palm of the hand, unable to let go.

On the way back to the meditation room, there were no monks passing by.Chen Yi had already run back with a child who was about the same age as him.

Xie Chen hugged Sun Peng with a distant look on his face, but he took great steps. Sometimes when the wind blew from one side, he would turn sideways and resist with his back.

"You shouldn't have acted recklessly." The voice was strong and helpless, Sun Peng's forehead was on Xie Chen's shoulder, and when he spoke, warmth rushed over his head.Sun Peng felt that all the sourness in his heart was rushing to his eyes at this moment, he didn't dare to blink, so he could only grab Xie Chen's lapel, and feel the scorching heat on his body through the fabric.

"I didn't mess around." He rubbed Xie Chen's shoulder, his voice trembling with cold, "That child is innocent, he is not the one who should be damned..."

He kept saying "innocent" repeatedly, and once he said it, his heart sank in gratitude.The voice of the young man in his arms gradually lowered, and when he entered the meditation room, he could only grab his clothes, close his eyes, and repeat "Wei Ya" over and over again.

Wei Ya.

That is the word of gratitude.

He became a monk at the age of 12. From the most anticipated and respected prince of Da Chu, he plummeted to become a monk with a strange status in an ancient temple in the deep mountains.

That year he had a dharma title, named "Changhe".

For the next six years, the monk often read the Dharma thoroughly, and any obscure Buddhist scriptures were nothing in front of him.

In the year when he reached the crown, he should have written letters, but except for the abbot of the temple and the abbot of the temple, and Master Sun, everyone seemed to have forgotten him as the former prince.

Weiya is the word chosen by Master Sun University for him.

No one has called this word since many years ago.

Even Master Sun, who took it down personally, always respectfully addressed him as His Highness because of his status.

Only Sun Jiaqilang, who was brought back to Jingming Temple by him in that winter, would call this name over and over again.

Xie Chen put him on the bed, and when he withdrew his arm, Sun Peng, who was already hot and passed out, was still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

Nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

He sighed in his heart, and gently kissed the young man's lips.