Sick Prince Rescue Plan

He has always been happy, anger, and invisible. Even if he doesn't like this high monk, he still stands aside respectfully, waiting for him to finish.

This time, I waited until the day became thinner.

"That's it for today. Donors go away on their own. The poor monks won't come out these days."

Zhuyou got up and gave a salute.

An aunt asked curiously: "Master, didn't you say you want to give a lecture for seven days? Why didn't you come suddenly?"

Zhuyou smiled slightly and looked at Xiao Jintang and his party behind the crowd, "Because the poor monk has other things to do."

Xiao Jintang's heart jumped when he saw him looking over, his eyes were very eye-catching, as if he could see through his heart.

He settled down, and then looked over, Zhuyou had already turned away his sight.

Xiao Jintang grabbed his mind, put on a standard smirk, and greeted him, "Excuse me, are you Master Zhuyou?"

Zhu You was much taller than Xiao Jintang. At this time, standing face to face, when speaking, he naturally lowered his eyes, and he seemed to have a slight scent.

Xiao Jintang felt uncomfortable, but the smile on his face became more sincere.

Zhuyou: "Yes, the poor monk is Zhuyou, but the Second Highness is here to worship the heaven?"

When this remark came out, everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

The news hasn't come out yet, but it was discussed earlier that Anguo Temple is not in Beijing. How did he know?

Xiao Jintang looked sadly at him: "How did the master know?"

Zhao worrying smiled slightly: "Last night I saw the secrets of the sky... The second highness wanted to invite the poor monk to temporarily act as the national teacher."

Each of his words was affirmative, and Xiao Jintang became more vigilant in his heart.

"That's it, then I don't know what the master wants?"

"For the people Qi Yu, the poor monk is willing, but..."

"But what?"

Is it possible to ask for what?

Zhuyou's eyes were clear, he tried to figure out his thoughts thoroughly, but didn't say it, "Your Majesty, please come back, let the little prince come and take a trip."

The smile on Xiao Jintang's lips was completely unsustainable, and he didn't smile at all, "What does the master mean? Do you think I am not enough?"

"how come?"

I tidied up the sleeves of the robes slowly and carefully, "The poor monk is no more than a grassroots, and there is no need for a person of high status like your Highness to come and invite him in person. The reason why he is called the little lord is just to join her, please return. Right, the poor monk is one step ahead."

After speaking, he turned around and left without giving any face.

The first time Xiao Jintang saw such an arrogant monk, he was frustrated.

"This person is so rude!"

He held back for a long time, and because there were people behind him, he couldn't say any foul language, so he could only reprimand him in such a painless way.

The guard Jiang Han persuaded: "His Royal Highness, since he doesn't know how to promote him, you should go back first."

Xiao Jintang sighed, "Forget it, let's go."

Although you can personally invite him down the mountain to gain a good reputation, he is so dignified, he is so arrogant...

A haze flashed in his eyes, he flicked his sleeves, and turned around: "Go!"

After returning to the capital, there was a rumors in Jingzhong, saying that today the second prince personally went to invite Master Zhuyou, but he was turned away. There was a sense of contempt between the conversations.

These words intensified, and although most of them maintained awe of gods and Buddhas, some people did not believe them after all.

After a meal, Zhuyou's name frequently appeared. Some people spoke for him, and some laughed at him for being held for a long time, not knowing what to do.