Buddhist son [Quick Transmigration]

He plucked the strings a few times casually, and there was a loud clank.

Familiar with the hexagonal gazebo, the lotus pond is surrounded by clear water.

under the pavilion.

Half of the curtain was hanging down, and a young man in an outer shirt sat inside, playing a Qing song with his eyes closed, with a gentle and leisurely expression on his face.

The wind passed slowly, and the rare warm wind blew a few strands of hair on the young man's forehead.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the years around the gazebo are full of silence.

"........."

When those hands moved up, everyone in the courtyard relaxed.

It was a rare moment of relief for them in this oppressive palace.

No one wants to bother.

Therefore, when Director Wen with a serious expression brought people in from outside the courtyard and heard the sound of the piano, his expression subconsciously softened.

The footsteps hesitated.

Finally, he stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness."

Standing behind Chen Mo, Ming Yu, who was looking at his master tenderly and adoringly, raised his head upon hearing the sound.

When he saw the person behind Mr. Wen, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Why did this guy come to Sanssouci Palace?

Pressing the trembling strings with his fingers, Chen Mo calmed down and looked up.

Under the steps, the woman in palace attire had a constant smile on her face, and said softly, "The concubine has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Concubine Shu."

Chen Mo stood up, stretched out his hand and tugged at the outer shirt that was draped behind him, Ming Yu quickly reached out to take it, and held it in his arms.

Director Wen led the way.

Concubine Shu who walked into the gazebo looked around at the surrounding scenery.

Pine trees, pavilions, lotus ponds.

Very elegant.

Very leisurely.

However, this man is the prince of Dasheng.

Can an elegant and leisurely person be a prince and control the big ship Dasheng?

Concubine Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the deepness in her eyes, she lifted her lips, and praised free of money: "The people who can serve by His Highness's side are indeed the ones who are pure and hearty. Not so caring?"

Ming Yu hurriedly bowed his head.

Chen Mo smiled lightly, he didn't really want to get too far away from the other party: "Your Majesty praised you absurdly. You came this time because of the Yan family?"

He just met Yan's daughter outside the palace yesterday, and her aunt came today.

No one would believe it if they said it was okay.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand to lead Concubine Shu to take a seat.

Sitting down opposite the prince, looking at Chen Mo's face that could not be faulted even without careful dressing, Concubine Shu's long and narrow eyes were filled with a smile, and she covered her mouth with the round fan in her hand and smiled.

"His Royal Highness laughed at him. It's because there is only such a well-behaved junior in the family, so he has to take care of him."

Chen Mo looked down.

Very keenly saw the round fan played by the pair of plain white and elegant fingers.

The painting on it is not an ordinary picture of plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum or ladies. Through the tulle, a corner of the majestic and magnificent picture of the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the fan is faintly reflected.

"Your Majesty likes mountains?" Chen Mo asked slowly.

Concubine Shu raised her head suddenly, the flash of light in her eyes subsided, her complexion was still soft and beautiful as usual.

The round fan shook casually a few times, the gentleness between the brows weakened the broad face.

"It's just a few random strokes. Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, and the concubines can only find some entertainment." Concubine Shu said it lightly, not going into details about the grievances between her and the emperor.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes.

"Your Majesty is too modest."

In fact, he could see that the paintings on the round fan in Concubine Shu's hand had long been comparable to those of famous artists.

Concubine Shu didn't want to bring up other topics.

"The concubine came this time to ask His Highness about the Yan family..."

Chen Mo raised his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and his face was calm.

"Let her choose."

what? !

Concubine Shu was surprised, and the vigilance that had just risen in her heart instantly turned into confusion.

Doesn't the crown prince know her Yan family's position in Dasheng?

Or.

Do you think her niece Yan Yao is not qualified to be a princess?

but.

Looking at the prince's attitude, it doesn't feel like it?

It's just that for a while, Concubine Shu couldn't see through the prince who seemed to be only immersed in elegance.

"Your Highness, do you know what I'm talking about?" Concubine Shu frowned.

Chen Mo touched the warm Guqin under his hand.

Although after time travel, Chen Mo has been adapting to various ancient rules, but this does not mean that he will lose his principles in order to adapt to the ancient life.

He learned to respect the emperor, love the prince, contact courtiers, and observe the people.

But he is still him.

An ordinary doctor.

The prince or something, the future prince of Dasheng or something, marrying a wife and having children or something.

Leave these to King Qi.

Chen Mo's tone was calm: "I know my father has already chosen a path for her, but she should have her own ideas. If she doesn't want to, I can bear the consequences for her."

Concubine Shu's fingers suddenly clenched: "..."

She suddenly didn't know what kind of mood she should use to continue to stay in this Palace of Sanssouci, which was incompatible with the palace.

The charm of a person lies in the spirit, not the shape.

She is good at painting, she knows what is skin and what is bone best.

The prince in front of him looks ordinary, but no one can see through the strength of character under his skin.

If someone had treated her like this...

The expressionless Concubine Shu stared at Chen Mo in silence.

For a moment, no one spoke in the gazebo.

"........."

After a while, Concubine Shu got up and stood against the wind.

"Since His Highness has already made up his mind, the concubine will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Concubine Shu turned and walked out of the pavilion without waiting for Chen Mo to answer.

After regaining his senses, Manager Wen hurriedly walked a few steps to keep up.

Chen Mo sat where he was, watching the white streak gradually go away.

Concubine Shu who disappeared outside the gate of the courtyard looked like a flower note slowly invading into the boundless black ink.

"A woman like a lotus, what a pity..."

Seeing what His Royal Highness seemed to say, Ming Yu didn't hear clearly, and bent down suspiciously: "Does Your Highness have an order?"

Chen Mo was about to shake his head, but suddenly remembered something, and said, "Bring me the prescription from the Tai Hospital."

"Yes, Your Highness.

Although Ming Yu didn't know why His Highness cared about the prescription, she still had a box sent by the Tai Hospital by coincidence.

Just when Chen Mo was slacking off with An Ran, there was a father and son at the Tai Hospital.

"Father, weren't you only interested in medical skills before? Why do you suddenly care about government affairs recently?"

Fu Suan, who was extremely aggressive in the main hall, now has an extremely weak aura.

Spreading out the court notes compiled by his son, he focused on reading what the prince said. The gray-haired old doctor Fu sighed in satisfaction and regret, then restrained his expression, and gave him a sideways glance.

"Can't?"

"Of course! Of course!" Fu Suan hurriedly apologized.

"Okay, get out, you don't have anything to do here." After using it, the old doctor Fu stuffed the paper into his sleeve and started to chase people away.

After being pushed, Fu Shangshu smiled wryly: "Father..."

Just when he was about to pass over his own son, the old doctor Fu suddenly turned his head, his old eyes showed a sharpness that was not inferior to that of a young man: "I know what you want to inquire about, I can only tell you—"

"Let the Ministry of Rites make all the preparations!"

Fu Suan's pupils shrank, his face turned pale.

"Father... Could it be that... His Majesty really..."