Stigma

When Suixun was not there, Sui Yan left Li Zhao a few words to tell him, then packed up a pile of things and followed Duan Mingchong to the carriage to Xiangguo Temple.

It snowed a few days ago, and the mountain road of Xiangguo Temple was extremely difficult to walk. Sui Yan and Duan Mingchong stopped and stopped, and it took a long time to finally arrive.

The people at Xiangguo Temple had already cleaned up the residence for the prince, and Duan Mingchong ordered the people to move Sui Yan's messy things over.

Sui Yan gathered the small hand furnace, looked around the temple where the snow had not melted, and said, "Does Your Highness often come to Xiangguo Temple?"

Duan Mingchong nodded: "Fortunately, I am going to see Master Gengxue now, do you want to go with me?"

Sui Yan hesitated a little. When he saw Gengxue for only a moment, he also learned from a few words that Gengxue knew about his rebirth.

He was in chaos at the time and fled without saying a word of nonsense.

Although three years have passed, Sui Yan still has an unknown fear of Gengxue.

He was silent for too long, then Duanming Chong said: "Ayan?"

"Huh?" Sui Yan regained his senses and said, "Oh yes, go. The last time I came to Xiangguo Temple, I saw Master Gengxue and left without talking a lot. It was too rude to think about it. This time I went to the same place. Master apologizes."

Duan Mingchong smiled, did not speak, and took him to the temple in the backyard.

Under the Aoki Snow Corridor, Gengxue, dressed in a monk's robe, knelt down on the seat, and the small incense burner in front of him lit up with smoke.

Three years have passed and the snow has not changed. Seeing Sui Yan and Duan Mingchong came together, he was not surprised at all, smiling and bowing his hands together.

Duan Mingchong responded with a smile, and said with a smile, "Master Hou came to harass with Gu, Master, don't blame it."

Sui Yan nodded slightly and said lightly: "Master is well."

Gengxue laughed and said, "After a long absence, Master Hou has a lot of energy."

Sui Yan glanced at him, smiling but not smiling: "The master hasn't changed at all."

Geng Xue pretended not to hear the hostility in his tone, and asked the two of them to sit down and make tea by the way.

The water quickly rolled up, and the tea smelled fragrant.

Sui Yan was afraid that Gengxue would say something with Duan Mingchong, but if you think about it carefully, such a high-ranking monk like Gengxue would definitely not chew his tongue.

Geng Xue poured tea for the two of them, and said to Sui Yan, "Master Hou seems to be sick?"

Sui Yan said, "Master Lao is worried, it's okay."

Sui Yan took a sip of tea and frowned. It seemed that the tea did not suit his appetite. He put the cup aside and stopped drinking.

Duan Mingchong looked at him with some embarrassment, and gently touched Sui Yan's leg under the small case, so that he would not be fooling around.

Sui Yan did not speak, but kept staring at Geng Xue Meng.

Geng Xue didn't think he was rude, so she glanced at him and smiled.

Sui Yan stopped talking, Duan Ming Chong breathed a sigh of relief, and exchanged a few words with Geng Xue.

Duan Mingchong came to worship the heavens, and he couldn't stay here in Gengxue for a long time. He just spoke a few words at random and got up to say goodbye.

Duan Mingchong got up, was about to leave but found Sui Yan was still sitting motionless, as if he had no intention of leaving.

"Ayan?"

Sui Yan raised his head and smiled obediently at Duan Ming Chong: "His Royal Highness, go ahead and busy. I have nothing to do at Xiangguo Temple anyway, and it happens to be here to discuss Buddhism with the master."

Dharma?

Duan Mingchong looked at him hesitantly and whispered: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan could hardly maintain his smile, and said in a random manner: "I believe it now, your Highness, hurry up, I'll look for you later."

Sui Yan didn't know how to measure. Master Gengxue should have it. Duan Mingchong no longer worried that the two would fight, so he smiled at Gengxue and left.

After Duan Ming Chong left, the smile on Sui Yan's face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Gengxue blankly, his eyes full of coldness.

Gengxue was stared at by Sui Yan, not feeling disrespectful at all. He had a gentle temper, and after drinking half a cup of tea slowly, he smiled lightly: "Hou Ye have something to say straight, the poor monks must know everything they can say. "

Sui Yan liked this kind of straightforward temperament, and said bluntly: "The last time you said we had met the two of us, when was it?"

Gengxue held the mysterious and unpredictable Taoist monk, and whispered softly: "In a dream."

Sui Yan: "..."

This monk looks like a dog, how can I say that he is so dignified?

The unmodest monk said with a smile: "The past is like a dream. Since Lord Hou knows the answer, why bother to ask? The poor monk should be the question you want to ask."

Sui Yan lowered his eyelashes, and then whispered for a long time: "Believe in Gods and Buddhas, what will happen? What if you don't believe them?"

She even said indifferently: "Believe in my Buddha, and punish yourself; if you don't believe in my Buddha, whether you go to **** or go up to the sword mountain, you won't get in the way of Lord Hou."

Sui Yan didn't speak.

Gengxue looked at Sui Yan's somewhat disappointed expression, reached out from the small case and took out a wooden lottery tube, reached in front of Sui Yan, and said, "Master Hou, let's draw a lottery."

Sui Yan raised his head and glanced at him, then shook his head and refused.

"I don't believe in gods and Buddhas."

Gengxue stared at him without moving.

The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, and Sui Yan reached out his hand, randomly drawn a lottery, and handed it to Gengxue.

Geng Xue looked at it, and the corners of her lips smiled deeper.

"Sign."

Sui Yan snorted and said, "So I said I don't believe it.

Snower: "..."

Gengxue shook her head with a smile, and said: "The things that Hou Lord is worried about prevent many dangers. If you make a mistake, you may not end well."

Sui Yan was silent for a long time before knocking on the table, insisting: "This doesn't count, I have to take another one."

Gengxue put the box back, and said, "If Lord Hou doesn't believe in my Buddha, he will not believe the monk's words. What is the difference between smoking and not smoking?"

Sui Yan said: "Put peace of mind. You can disbelieve things like ghosts and gods, but you can't help but be in awe. If you don't let me smoke, I have been uneasy for the past few days."

Snow still shook his head.

Sui Yan pouted his lips and had no choice but to rest his mind.

Geng Xue looked at Sui Yan's expression and smiled: "Hou Ye is worried that I will tell His Royal Highness about the matter of Qianchen?"

Sui Yan raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Will you?"

Gengxue: "Since I won't, this is a secret."

Sui Yan: "Oh, just now you said that it was just a dream of Huang Liang. If it was a secret, you would not open up to me about this matter. The past and the dust are all in vain. If you didn't experience it yourself, who would believe it?"

Gengxue smiled and said, "Master Hou is transparent."

Sui Yan thought for a while, and then said: "If the three princes come to Xiangguo Temple next time, you can break with him."

Snower: "..."

Rao was still a little bit speechless by Sui Yan's remarks.

Sui Yan drank a few cups of tea here in Gengxue, and on the way he mentioned that he would draw lots again, but Gengxue refused all of them.

Before leaving, Sui Yan glanced at the lottery under Gengxue's case, sneered in his heart, and turned away.

He was led to the backyard of Xiangguo Temple by the people of the Eastern Palace. Duan Mingchong had already returned from his work, and was standing under the porch slightly looking up at the nest of sparrows chirping on the eaves.

He frowned, seeming to feel a little annoyed.

Sui Yan handed the hand stove to the palace man beside him, knelt down and threw a snowball on the ground, and threw it directly onto the eaves.

The snowball exploded on the eaves bang, and the sparrows on the eaves flew up and down in a mess, and soon disappeared.

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong turned his head and saw Sui Yan was smiling triumphantly at him, his thin white and slender hands were cold and reddish with cold.

Duan Mingchong walked down helplessly, pulled his hand into the room, and said, "What are you talking about with Master Gengxue, come back so late?"

Sui Yan grabbed Duan Mingchong's hand and drilled quietly into Duan Mingchong's sleeve. He said casually, "Buddha."

Duan Mingchong was amused: "Then you can tell me carefully, what did you talk about?"

Sui Yan couldn't answer for a while, so she smiled obediently at him.

There is no earth dragon in the room, so a few more charcoal basins have been placed, which has already warmed up for a while.

Sui Yan's cold hand was desperately drilled into Duan Mingchong's sleeve and was finally caught. Duan Mingchong pulled his hand out and glanced at him slightly.

Sui Yan smiled harmlessly, not daring to take advantage anymore, and ran to the charcoal basin and squatted for a while before his hands became warm.

It was getting late at this time, and soon someone sent Su Zhai.

Sui Yan made a random call, looking at Duan Mingchong full of expectation: "His Royal Highness, you should bring the dim sum cook here, right?"

His eyes were full of expectation, but Duan Mingchong shook his head: "No."

Sui Yan froze for a while, a little unbelievable: "Huh?"

Seeing his shocked and disappointed look, Duan Mingchong didn't joking about him anymore, and smiled and said, "Eat first, and then eat snacks after eating. Otherwise, where can you eat just snacks?"

Sui Yan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Duan Mingchong was really getting worse and worse. If he kept it before, he would not lie to himself like this.

After the two had finished their vegetarian meal, Sui Yan got his wish and ate the steamed bun.

Tears filled his eyes while he ate, and he secretly made up his mind: "After the prince became the throne, no ink will not even want to run. Anyway, he is also my father's person, and he should be willing to stay in the Hou Mansion."

He decided to find a way out for Wumo on his own, feeling that his life was really perfect, and he was satisfied.

Duan Mingchong ran out of food and went to Xiangguo Temple to light the long-life lamp. Sui Yan was bored alone, so he had to read in the room.

He watched it for a while and showed that Mingchong hadn't come back yet, and he still felt like he was eager to think about it.

Sui Yan rolled on the bed for a while, and finally gritted his teeth, walked to the outer room in his robe, and said to the palace, "Can you call the cook who is accompanying me? I have something to tell him."

Gong Ren said: "Does Hou Ye want a snack?"

Sui Yan said, "No, no, you can just call it."

The palace man ran away without knowing it.

After another half an hour, Duan Ming Chongcai came back from outside, covered in frost.

He first took off his outer robe in the outer room, and roasted by the charcoal basin to drive away the cold from his body, before he walked to the inner room.

Sui Yan had already reached the bed, and was lying on the pillow at this time, not knowing what he was tinkering with.

Duan Mingchong stepped forward: "Ayan? Going to sleep?"

Sui Yan hurriedly sat up and said, "His Royal Highness, will you cancel the signing?"

Duan Mingchong doubted: "What?"

Sui Yan stretched out his hand from behind, revealing a handful of bamboo sticks.

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Sui Yan squinted at him and said, "I have drawn out all the lotteries. Your Highness will help me explain, am I going to be all right, am I going to be very happy?"

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong said with difficulty: "Where did your sign... come from?"

Sui Yan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Master Gengxue picked it up."

Duan Mingchong looked at the lottery in Sui Yan's hand. There were more than a dozen lotteries in Sui Yan's hand, and Mukou didn't know what to say for a while.

Sui Yan blinked, urging him: "Your Highness, please solve it quickly."

Finally let Wumo stole it.

Duan Mingchong pressed his forehead with a headache.

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