lucky son

While the prince was searching for good tea, Meng Hui was already comfortably lying on the big soft bed in Hanzhang Hall, stretching happily.

I have to say that it was a bit tiring to stand outside for so long as an eminent monk, and it was even worse than the poor little people in the previous world.The poor man only had a neck pain, but just now, in order to make his posture look more straight and dignified, Meng Hui's muscles all over his body were tense, and when he relaxed... his whole body hurts.

"Although this eminent monk's setup is indeed convenient, it is really a bit of a pain." Meng Hui moved his body, let out a long breath, and signaled his little partner to start working, "How is the luck of our mission target this time? "

The ball of light bounced around on the bed for a long time, hesitating: "Actually, before I entered the Prince's East Palace, I had already scanned the mission target. After you asked me just now, I scanned it again to be sure. ,result……"

"What's the result?" Meng Hui frowned. Hearing Guangqiu's hesitation, his expression couldn't help becoming serious.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the luck value of the task target... seems to be a little stronger than before we entered the East Palace." Light Ball replied slowly.

Meng Hui: “………………………”

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One person and one leader looked at each other for a moment, both a little puzzled.

"...I haven't done anything yet." Meng Hui pondered.

"...That's right." The ball of light flickered.

Then, there was another silence.

After a long time, Meng Hui touched his forehead—for some reason, ever since he became a monk, he always felt that his head felt very good—and sighed: "Forget it, don't think about it, luck is starting to condense, which is barely a thing." Good thing, let's just drop the pie for the day."

Seeing that his host put the matter aside, Guangqiu was also very big-hearted, or trusted his host very much, and no longer worried: "Then, what are you going to do next, Huihui?"

"It's still the same old way, first win the trust of the crown prince, and then test his attitude towards the throne." Meng Hui lazily played with the rosary in his hand, with a slightly nasty look in his eyes, "If the crown prince has a good relationship with the emperor, father and son If the love is deep, we will help him secure the position of the prince until the emperor ascends the throne. And if the prince pays more attention to the throne and can't wait to go further, then we will help him kill the emperor and push him to the throne."

Guangqiu looked at Meng Hui silently, feeling that his host had perfectly interpreted what is meant by a "demon monk" who would bring disaster to the country and the people, so he couldn't help but light a candle for the emperor who had become a fan of the host.

"Actually, I think the relationship between the prince and the emperor is quite good." Weakly, the ball of light tried to win a chance for the emperor to survive.

"I think so." Meng Hui nodded in agreement, "However, everyone in the royal family is an acting king. On the surface, fathers are kind and sons are filial, brothers and friends are respectful, but in reality, we have to observe slowly." With a glance, Meng Hui calmed him down, "Don't worry, if conditions permit, I still want to be a good person."

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——I feel that I have not been comforted at all.

Since there was no Internet in the ancient plane, Meng Hui stayed in the room doing nothing. After a short rest, he reopened the door and walked out.

A young eunuch was guarding the door, seeing Meng Hui coming out, he hurriedly greeted him eagerly and saluted: "May I ask what orders Master has?"

"This benefactor." Meng Hui smiled and bowed to him, "May I ask if there is a Buddhist hall in the East Palace? It seems that the sky is already at Shenshi, and the little monk is about to start evening classes."

Hearing Meng Hui's question, the little eunuch nodded again and again: "Yes, there are. When Master is resting, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has ordered to clean up the Eastern Palace Buddha Hall. Master can use it at any time!"

——Speaking of which, grass has been growing in this East Palace Buddha Hall for a long time, and the servants of the entire East Palace worked together for a long time to clean it up, and only then can I barely see people.

When Meng Hui followed the little eunuch to the Buddhist hall, the prince was practicing calligraphy in the study.

The eunuch who reported the letter stood at the door of the study, hesitating for a long time, he was afraid to go in, or Qi Ming saw the figure shaking outside the door, and then quietly left the study.

After closing the study door, Qi Ming frowned slightly and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"

The voice of the reporting eunuch was even lower, and he moved closer to Qiming, and explained the news of the master going to the Buddhist hall in a voice that could be called a whisper: "His Royal Highness previously ordered that the master's movements should be reported in time. But His Royal Highness is now in the study. The servant really dare not disturb..."

Speaking of which, the prince was an ordinary child when he was a child, gentle, well-behaved, smart, and very approachable to the servants around him.But for some reason, since he was ten years old, his personality has undergone an extremely abrupt change. Not only will he fall into deep thought from time to time, but his temper will also become gloomy and fierce. Sometimes, the servants of the Eastern Palace feel more majestic and terrifying than the emperor himself.

For such a change, the servants of the Eastern Palace were beating their hearts.They couldn't find the root cause of the change, and they didn't dare to speak out, so they could only take care of him more carefully, lest the prince would be dissatisfied.Fortunately, although the crown prince is cruel and surly, he will not vent to others at will. As long as his rules are not broken, it will not cause any trouble.

Gradually, the servants of the Eastern Palace became cautious in their words and deeds, and only the crown prince followed suit, never making a wrong step. They were even praised by the emperor himself, feeling that the crown prince was extremely capable at a young age.

The servants of the Eastern Palace with blood and tears on their faces: "........."

The prince probably also knew about his changes.After rectifying the Eastern Palace like an iron bucket, he no longer concealed his changes, but outside the Eastern Palace, he still knew how to put on a show and restrain his temperament, which did not make the emperor, ministers, concubines and brothers suspicious, but only subtly Let them get used to their new personality.

It is said that practicing calligraphy can make people calm. In order to suppress his temper, the prince would often lock himself in the study to write something, and no one would disturb him except the personal eunuch Qi Ming.Therefore, the eunuch who reported the letter lingered outside the study, even if he had the prince's previous entrustment, he did not dare to raise his hand to knock on the door.

——The lessons learned by those who disturbed His Highness the Prince's calligraphy practice are still vivid in my mind.

Knowing the situation, Qi Ming waved his hand to let the reporting eunuch leave, and the reporting eunuch, as if being pardoned, saluted and hurriedly turned around, quickly away from the study, which is a place of right and wrong.

Transferring the heavy burden from the eunuch's shoulders to himself, Qi Ming felt a little thumping in his heart.He re-entered the study and walked up to the prince, not daring to look at the words written by the prince, and called softly: "Your Highness."

The prince paused with his pen tip, and his face was indifferent and majestic, quite displeased: "What's the matter?"

"The eunuch just came to report. Master Xuanzhen is going to the Buddhist hall for evening classes at this time."

Hearing the word "Xuan Zhen", the prince was stunned for a moment, and his face softened.He looked at the half-finished article he had written, hesitated for a moment, and finally violated his habit of not liking a beginning without an end.

"Gu also go and have a look." Saying so, the prince put down the brush, stood up, closed the unfinished volume, and put it aside.

When the crown prince came to the Buddhist hall, Meng Hui's evening class had already begun.

He didn't bother to knock on the wooden fish, he just chose the "Great Compassion Mantra" and recited it slowly.In order to set up his eminent monks more stably, Meng Hui brought a bit of spiritual power when he recited the scriptures, combined with the method of sound hints, so that the listener can have a sense of calm and cleansing the soul.

After spending so long in the mission, Meng Hui never underestimated the power of the people at the bottom.In the Eastern Palace, he was an outsider after all, if he wanted to win the trust of the Crown Prince, it was not enough to please the Crown Prince himself, but also needed the help of these servants who had served in the Eastern Palace for a long time and had gained the Crown Prince's trust.

After all, when most people believe that they are an eminent monk, even if there are a few people who are not easy to deceive, they will be dubious under the pressure of three people.

Because of the belief in Buddhism in this dynasty, I heard that Master Xuanzhen went to the Buddhist hall to give evening classes, but all the guards, eunuchs, eunuchs and court ladies who did not have urgent tasks in hand went to the Buddhist hall quietly, wanting to see this person who is said to have brought auspiciousness to the world and was killed. The emperor Jinkou Yuyan commented on the true face of the master who was a master of Taoism and who was favored by the prince.

Originally, they just wanted to take a look to satisfy their curiosity and leave, but they never thought that they would be convinced by just one glance, and they would be fascinated after listening to the scriptures for a while, and could not bear to move half a step away.

When the prince came to the Buddhist hall, he saw a group of servants outside the Buddhist hall, either kneeling on the ground with palms folded, reciting scriptures silently with the voice coming from the Buddhist hall, or lying on the ground, listening piously.

——The only thing to be thankful for is that the crown prince doesn't like too many people to serve him, and the number of servants in the East Palace is not too large, otherwise this small Buddhist hall would have to be completely surrounded, and even the crown prince would have no place to stay.

Qi Ming, who was following the prince, carefully glanced at the prince's face, saw that he was quite displeased, so he took a step forward, trying to drive away the servants around him.

The prince pursed his lips, raised his hand to stop him, so as not to disturb the master's evening class, while he passed through the servants, directly entered the Buddhist hall, chose a futon at the corner near the door, and sat down cross-legged.

The prince's movement was very light, but Meng Hui and Guangqiu noticed it at the same time.Meng Hui remained calm on the surface, but in fact he mobilized his spiritual power even more, covering the entire small Buddhist hall under the influence of his spiritual power.

At first, the prince could look critically at the small Buddhist hall that had just been tidied up, thinking about what areas needed to be repaired, but soon, he was also attracted by the Buddhist scriptures like the servants of the Eastern Palace, and he had no time to think about it. .

The voice of the young monk was clear and steady, extremely pleasant to the ear. When he recited the scriptures, he was calm and gentle, as if whispering softly in his ears, or like Sanskrit sounds descending from the nine heavens.

The prince has always disliked listening to monks chanting scriptures. Firstly, he could not understand them, and secondly, he felt that the tone of the monks' nagging and chanting scriptures was particularly strange, which displeased him.However, when the young monk recited the scriptures, he was not much different from other monks except that his voice was nicer, but it sounded very pleasant to the prince's ears, as if the weight on his shoulders and the restlessness in his heart had all disappeared, making him feel at ease Pleasure, complete body and mind.

Gradually, the prince simply emptied his brain, which had been crowded with all kinds of thoughts, and obediently immersed himself in the comfort of the scriptures.It's just that unlike the servants outside the Buddhist hall who either closed their eyes or lay down, his eyes never moved away from the young monk's body, and his expression gradually became infatuated.

Silently looking at the prince who was staring at his host in a daze, the ball of light rubbed against Meng Hui's knee: "Why does the mission goal this time feel a little abnormal?"

Meng Hui was chanting sutras, gnashing his teeth with two minds: "I think so, he's staring at me like crazy!"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the three little angels Mack, Bone China Fan, and Qiaoqiao for throwing the mines, Ashley dear for throwing the grenade, hey yo Liang Xing, Nian Yujun, you know the bazooka thrown by the local tyrant=333=