Sick Prince Rescue Plan

Xiao Jintang returned to the palace, and the emperor frowned as he listened, "Then Zhuyou really said that?"

Xiao Jintang sighed, and said helplessly: "Yes, Father, Master Zhuyou called for the little prince to invite him, saying that he was destined to him."

The tone fell down as he spoke.

The emperor waved his hand: "Tang'er doesn't have to think too much. It has long been rumored that Zhuyou has a weird character and is not easy to relate to. Since he is ignorant, you don't need to go anymore. Let Jun Yuqiong go, and you go and handle it well. Don't let me down about the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens."

Xiao Jintang smiled with joy, "Yes, Erchen understands."

Once the ceremonial ceremony is completed, you can smoothly promote yourself, and with this opportunity, you can also interact with the people of the ritual department. Although this department is nothing in the six departments, it can also play a role in the critical moment. The role of, I am now familiar with the people of the Ministry of War, and then I will contact the Ministry of Etiquette...

He smiled slightly. When the time comes, what will the prince fight with himself?

Come in resentment and walk happily.

Xiao Jintang felt very satisfied.

However, Jun Yuwan, who received the order, was stunned, "Huh? I am destined? Do I look like a monk?"

She looked at Xiao Jinshao in disbelief.

Xiao Jinshao stretched out his hand and twisted the rice grains from the corner of her mouth, and naturally put it in his mouth to eat, "It doesn't look like it."

Jun Yuwan: "..."

There are so many rice grains, why are you eating mine?

She looked at Xiao Jinshao with condemning eyes, but His Royal Highness didn't look up and couldn't see.

"Since he said so, you must have a trip. When will you go? It's late today."

Jun Yuwan blinked, "Go tomorrow morning, this guy doesn't know what to do."

After breakfast the next day, Jun Yuwan changed into plain clothes and rode out alone.

Xiao Jinshao went to Dali Temple as usual.

You worry about making tea in the pavilion on the back mountain, blowing the mountain breeze, and watching the white clouds roll comfortably.

"Why is the master sitting here? The wind is not small, and I don't know if your head is cold."

She glanced at the bare head meaningfully.

Zhuyou didn't care about her run, and raised her heroic eyebrows, "Why do monarchs and benefactors always have such a big temper towards poor monks? Obviously, they are very good to His Royal Highness."

Jun Yuwan rolled her eyes, "When did I be malicious to you? I obviously love you deeply."

He paused with worry: "Oh? Really? The poor monk really didn't see it... When I was a child, the donor was still very cute, a small ball, and he would drool while teasing—"

"stop!"

Jun Yuwan rushed into the pavilion immediately, with her hands on the table, aggressively, "Have you seen me when I was young? No, who are you?"

He also knows his dark history, this guy is definitely not ordinary!

She looked up and down, but unfortunately she didn't see anything. Isn't this guy reincarnated as a vixen?

Zhu You raised his eyelids to look at her, "I'm Zhu You, I even hugged the donor when I was a kid, but you didn't have much hair at that time."

Jun Yuwan: "...heh."

She sat down across from Zhuyou, planning to tell people not to talk secretly, "Zhuyou, what on earth do you want to do? Why do I feel that your picture is not small?"

Zhu You looked at her in a leisurely time, and there was no such inscrutable monk look on her face. Instead, she was a little bit more angry, "I don't want to do anything, I'm here to help you."

"Help us? Ghost letter?"