Salted fish, he thought about it

Jiang Juan: "?"

I always feel that the prince seems to have misunderstood something, but when explaining it, he has to start with pretending to be sick, so Jiang Juan had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Dark for a while and wake up for a while..."

The carriage of the palace was waiting at the gate of the palace. After getting into the carriage, Jiang Juan said very understandingly, "Go to Miaoling Temple first, and then send me back to Biezhuang."

"You also go to Miaoling Temple."

"Can I go?" Jiang Juan was taken aback, "It's not that the prince doesn't want me to go."

"You should keep it by your side," Xue Fangli said flatly, "You are in poor health and are too easy to be bullied."

Jiang Juan argued, "I didn't..."

Xue Fangli said again: "The abbot of Miaoling Temple is good at acupuncture. You have been suffering from heartache these days, and you fainted again today. Let him show you."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Heartache, he pretended.

Passed out, or he pretended.

Jiang Juan struggled for a while, "No need. The imperial doctor said that the nursing is good, and there is nothing serious."

Xue Fangli sneered and said, "It's really a serious problem, and he didn't dare to say it. What's more—" "You hurt too often."

Jiang Juan hesitated to speak for a long time, and said slowly, "...Okay."

In fact, he panicked and set off the tenth alarm.

Acupuncture hurts.

Jiang Juan regretted it.If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have pretended to have a heart attack, so I just copied the scriptures honestly, anyway, the prince will arrive soon.

Wait a moment.

He copied the scriptures.

"My lord," Jiang Juan said, "I copied the scriptures at the empress dowager's place before, but I didn't finish. She said it was for Yu Meiren. Is there anything wrong if I don't finish it?"

Xue Fangli raised his eyes and asked him thoughtfully: "What scripture did she ask you to copy?"

Jiang Juan thought for a while and replied, "It seems to be called "Bi Lan Jing"."

Xue Fangli smiled and said, "Nothing."

- "Biran" is used to suppress evil spirits.After death, you cannot go to rebirth. Even if you escape by chance, you can only fall into the animal realm, and die in life after life.

Jiang Juan didn't know about it, and only thought that the "Bilan Sutra" was no different from scriptures such as "The Great Compassion Mantra".

What's more, she has been worshiping Buddha for many years, and she firmly believes in karma. The "Biran Sutra" is so vicious, and the person who transcribed it will naturally be detrimental to the blessings. She asked Jiang Juan to copy it on purpose.

Jiang Juan didn't know anything, and was worried that he didn't finish copying.

Xue Fangli said lightly: "I really can't leave you alone."

Jiang Juan blinked, "Huh?"

Xue Fangli didn't intend to speak again, so Jiang Juan waited for a while, and had to open the curtain to see the scenery along the way.

Miaoling Temple is built in the mountains. It is different from the wisteria flower sea in Biezhuang. The vegetation here is verdant, with yellow walls and black tiles. It has a special artistic conception.

The carriage stopped, Jiang Juan just let go of the curtain, Xue Fangli was about to pick him up again, Jiang Juan shook his head, "I can go."

Xue Fangli raised his eyelids, and Jiang Juan got out by himself. As a result, he failed to stabilize the carriage, and the soles of his feet suddenly slipped. Fortunately, a hand grabbed his waist in time.

"How can you be so weak?"

Xue Fangli said casually, and put Jiang Juan into his arms and hugged him again.

Jiang Juan: "I just slipped."

Xue Fangli: "Yes."

He responded, but he obviously didn't take Jiang Juan's words to heart, only thinking that he was trying to be brave, and still hugged him in his arms.

Jiang Juan: "..."

He once suspected that the prince regarded him as a human pillow, otherwise he couldn't explain how he hugged him so smoothly.

However, this salted fish doesn't even need to turn the noodles by himself, so he is still a little happy.

Jiang Juan sighed salty, Xue Fangli didn't look at him, but asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Juan reflected on himself: "I reach out for clothes every day and open my mouth for food. Now I don't even have to walk by myself. I'm too much."

"What about this?"

Xue Fangli's tone was normal, as if he didn't think there was any problem, and even said: "I see that you don't like to be served too much. If you are willing, it will only be more leisurely."

Jiang Juan was very moved, but still shook his head.

His hospice care is not over yet. Although the prince is seriously ill, he is still alive. Now he has to stand up and cannot lie down peacefully. He still has to do business.

Xue Fangli walked out of the carriage with Jiang Juan in his arms. The executives had been waiting for a while, and trotted over upon seeing this, "My lord, my concubine, you're here."

After a pause, the senior official said in a low voice: "My lord, I seem to have seen Mr. Jiang just now. If I read correctly, someone from the general's residence has also come..."

He was talking to Xue Fangli, but two key words in a row - Young Master Jiang, General's Mansion, made Jiang Juan vigilant.

One of the protagonist's close friends, Jiang Qingliang, is the son of the general's mansion.

Shouldn't it happen?

Jiang Juan thought absently, Xue Fangli gave an indifferent "Yes" and stepped into Miaoling Temple.

Miaoling Temple is not a big temple, but there are still a lot of incense, and Xue Fangli has a noble status, and he has a little novice accompanying him.When he returned again, the little novice hurriedly saluted: "My king, my king..."

Jiang Juan looked up curiously, and the little novice was stunned when he saw his face.

Xue Fangli raised his eyelids, and asked with a half-smile: "Haven't you seen enough?"

The little novice's face was red, but his heart was cold - he was so frightened.He couldn't help shivering, "My lord, my lord, poor monk..."

Jiang Juan looked at him strangely, and suddenly a hand pressed against the back of his neck, forcing him to bury his face in his arms.

"My lord?"

Xue Fangli was caught off guard, and Jiang Juan couldn't help himself. He asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Xue Fangli lowered his head, the boy's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were extremely innocent. He suppressed the nameless restlessness in his heart, and said gently: "There is a wind."

Jiang Juan believed it was true, "Oh."

Being held in his arms, he couldn't see anything and felt insecure, so he could only hold on to Xue Fangli's sleeve tightly.

Xue Fangli stared at him, and suddenly had an idea.

Not only wanting him to stay by her side.

He wants more.

I want the boy to be held in his arms obediently like this, I want the boy to reach out and only grab him, I want the boy to be soft-hearted and sympathetic to him endlessly, and I want the boy—unexpectedly Suddenly, Xue Fangli thought of the way the little novice looked at Jiang Juan.

Stunning, obsessed.

Xue Fangli paused.

Out of inertia, Jiang Juan bumped into his chest. It didn't hurt very much, but Jiang Juan was still a little dazed by the bump, and he raised his head.

Xue Fangli looked at him.

Jiang Juan looked at him intently, his eyes moist and pure.

Vague desires fermented in his heart, but he couldn't penetrate them.

"My lord," Jiang Juan called, and was about to ask what's wrong, when he saw something interesting, he paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Luohan Hall..."

"My lord, I want to go to the Arhat Hall to count the Arhats, is that okay?"

Counting arhats is an interesting way of divination.There are many arhats placed in the Arhat hall, and each arhat has a spiritual lottery. After counting the arhats in a specific way, according to the verses on the spirit lottery, the things you ask and ask will have results.

Every time Jiang Juan saw the Luohan Hall, he liked to go in and count it, but he just thought it was interesting, and he didn't have anything to ask or ask.

Xue Fangli looked sideways, and after a while, he walked into the Arhat Hall.

"Arhat has to count by himself," Jiang Juan said, "My lord, you can really let me down."

Xue Fangli turned a deaf ear and only asked him: "Which side do you want to go?"

"left……"

Jiang Juan replied subconsciously, and Xue Fangli walked in from the left side as he said. Seeing that he would not let go, Jiang Juan had no choice but to give in, "Then you slow down."

Xue Fangli nodded, and after walking a few steps, Jiang Juan suddenly realized again: "Wait a minute, I forgot a very important thing."

He stopped while Jiang Juan put his hands together and lowered his head slightly, as if he was making a wish seriously.

The temple is solemn and solemn, and Arhats with different expressions are condescendingly gazing at the world. Jiang Juan's eyelashes are drooping, and his posture is pious. Green smoke swirls past, sticking to the corners of his eyes and brows, and the boy's face can no longer be seen clearly.

At this moment, he was in Xue Fangli's arms, but it seemed that he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, more ethereal than clouds and smoke.

Endless irritability rose in his heart, Xue Fangli tightened his hand tightly, Jiang Juan opened his eyes, and asked him strangely: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Xue Fangli asked him: "What wish did you make?"

"What do you want, even this king can't give it, and I want you to pray to God and worship Buddha."

Jiang Juan froze for a moment, then shook his head, "I didn't make a wish, I just..."

Just what, but he refused to say any more, Xue Fangli looked at him steadfastly, with turbulent and gloomy emotions growing in his eyes.

He should have gouged out the little novice's eyes.

He should smash this Arhat Hall.

He should—"My lord."

The sleeves were gently pulled, and the young man's clear and soft voice sounded, Xue Fangli looked over indifferently, Jiang Juan raised his hand, his fingertips were about to touch his eyelids, and then stopped.

Jiang Juan said worriedly, "Your eyes are bloodshot."

"What's wrong?"

Xue Fangli didn't answer, but just looked at his hand. If there was any substance in this look, Jiang Juan felt hot. He couldn't help curling up for a while, and was about to retract it, but he was grabbed.

Xue Fangli held it tightly and with great force.

Jiang Juan felt pain, but he also felt that the prince would not intentionally hurt him, so he endured the pain and asked, "My lord, are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

He could barely bear the pain, but couldn't hold back the tears, his eyelashes were steamed, and his eyes were wet, but Jiang Juan was still asking, "Do you want to rest?"

Xue Fangli looked at him without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took before Xue Fangli said slowly: "No need."

"Count your arhats."

He let go of his hand, and Jiang Juan's hand was pinched with a few more red marks, which looked like red plums in the snow, and the boy's face was still covered with water vapor.

Bodhisattvas have no joy or sorrow, let alone cry.

His little Bodhisattva will.The little Bodhisattva is afraid of pain and loves to cry, but only when he gets hurt and turns into a mud bodhisattva, can he seem to be in the human world.

I wanted to make him hurt, but I was afraid that he would cry.

I wanted him to cry, but I was afraid that he would hurt.

What exactly does he want?

Xue Fangli lowered his eyelids.

He walked past one Arhat after another with Jiang Juan in his arms. Jiang Juan looked up and suddenly said softly, "My lord, it's this Arhat."

"It is Venerable Buddha Mita."

Jiang Juan bowed his head to recognize the verse, "...a healthy and strong future, let me go, everything can be done without trouble. 1" "Sign it well."

Jiang Juan has been said to be a blessed person since he was a child, but he feels that his blessing is limited to drawing lots, and he always gets the best lottery, and this time is no exception.

Jiang Juan rolled his eyes, "My lord, do you want this blessing for you?"

He said: "I didn't make a wish just now. I was just asking Luohan if anyone will bully you in the future."

"Rohan said no."