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Chapter 320: Letters


The snow in the prince's mansion was getting thicker and thicker, the chill in the study was getting thicker and thicker, and the formation seemed to have lost its effect.I don't know how long it took, Prince Jingxin spoke again, his voice was a little cold, and said, "I really don't know what to do to satisfy my father." ”Mrs.

Liang said: "As it is now, it is best to do nothing. ”Jing Xin glanced at him, and stopped talking.He understood what Taifu meant, if he didn't do anything, he would naturally not do anything wrong, so his father would have no reason to expel him from Chaoge City.With the support of the Zhongzhou faction and Yimaozhai, it is naturally equivalent to the support of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs, no matter how powerful the father is, he also needs to rely on hundreds of officials to govern the country, and he must always consider their attitude, but also consider the discussion of the world.But now after receiving this letter from Immortal Lin, can he still do this?

Taifu Liang said: "This matter cannot be hidden, His Royal Highness personally wrote a letter, wrote all the details of this matter clearly, and then asked the immortal master to pass on the book to Yunmengshan." ”Jing Xin's eyes showed a hint of determination, and he said: "That's it, but this letter must be delivered to Bai Zhenren in person." ”Mrs.

Liang said: "There is also this matter that must not be known to Zhaili. ”Jing Xin got up and saluted Mrs.

Liang and said, "You can only trouble Mr. here." ”Mrs.

Liang said: "I will communicate with Mr.

Bu in private. ”He had studied in Yimaozhai for many years, and he had the same friendship with the current owner Bu Qiuxiao, but he did not have the confidence to convince the other party.………… In the blink of an eye, it has been two years, and Chaoge City has ushered in another spring.The fat shopkeeper appeared in the prince's mansion again, and seemed to have become a little fatter, and he didn't know how a character like him could be relieved.This time, he directly gave the conditions of the immortal forest: "Please ask Your Highness to help us send someone into Taichang Temple." ”Hearing this, Taifu Liang's eyes became a little cold, and he said, "Back then, you tried to enter the Taichang Temple, which caused the wrath of the Righteous Dao Sect, and only then did you have the destruction of Yuntai, do you think I might agree to your request?"

”"This is not the time, and if Taifu is not at ease, he can use the ban."

The fat man smiled and said, "We just want to send a letter to someone inside, and nothing else will be done." ”Mrs.

Liang was silent for a moment and asked, "That's all?"

”The fat man said, "That's all. ”Mrs.

Liang looked into his eyes and said, "You should know very well what happened to the messenger. ”The fat man said: "The messenger himself knows very well. ”Mrs.

Liang said: "You are also the messenger, so are you ready to die?"

”The fat man was not afraid, and said with a smile: "You can write one side of the letter paper when you turn it over, and you don't necessarily have to tear it off on the spot." ”Mrs.

Liang also laughed and said, "Such a big deal, what is it to waste some letterheads, after you go back, you will inevitably be torn off." ”The fat man thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps. ”Mrs.

Liang took a step forward, got closer to him, and said, "Are you willing?"

”"Twenty years ago, I was seriously ill, there was no cure, Yunmeng was hard to find, Moqiu was far away, I was going to die, and I was lucky to survive by giving the elixir above."

The fat man said: "My family and I have lived very well all these years, even if I die now, I will earn it, how can I not be reconciled?"

”Mrs.

Liang said: "I can make your life better." ”The fat man smiled and said, "If you believe in it, you must have the consciousness of believing and take your leave." ”………… It has been almost three years since Lu Ming left Chaoge City, and there is still no conclusion on whether to return to the court to serve as an official or to take refuge in Qingshan for a while.Lu Guogong held the tea bowl, sat in the house, looked at the spring light outside the window, occasionally thinking about his son's recent situation, and more often still thinking about that matter.Everything is normal at Taichang Temple, and every few days there will be prisoners in black-clothed cars going to the place where the light of day does not see light.To this day, no one has been able to escape from the Demon Suppression Prison, and not even a single corpse has been sent out.What is Jing Jiu's situation now?

………… The second prince, Jing Yao, was two years older.The content of Gu Qingjiao has also extended from reading to practice.It's just that Jing Yao is a god emperor bloodline, and he is a fox demon inheritance, and his cultivation is much more troublesome than he expected.Gu Qing was a little unsure, so he went to ask Hu Guifei, who didn't expect that Hu Guifei didn't know anything.Hu Guifei's Taoism is not shallow, the problem is that it is all born Taoism.Before Zen was enlightened, she was extremely ignorant, if it weren't for Zhugui Zhusuke's helper, she was afraid that she would have died a long time ago, where did she know how the fox demon should practice.Looking at Hu Guifei's embarrassed appearance, Gu Qing sighed silently, thinking that he had let Xiaohe learn from her back then, but he really didn't know what to think.He suddenly had an idea, and sent the letter he was originally going to write to Shen Mo Feng to ask for help from his aunt through the Gu family's secret channels to Guocheng Temple.………… In Guocheng Temple, Liu Shi-year-old was a little surprised and a little happy to receive Gu Qing's letter, and handed it to Xiaohe after reading it.Xiaohe was very angry after reading the letter, and said: "He is the prince of the pope in Chaoge City, and the scenery is infinite, but we are growing vegetables in the monk's temple, and we still need our help, so whose credit is it at that time?"

”Knowing that she had just been here for too long and a little bored, Liu Shi-chan complained casually, smiled and left the house.Sure enough, after Xiaohe finished complaining, he still took out a new letter and began to answer Gu Qing's question.She could see it very clearly, no matter what happened to Liu Shi in the future, Shen Mo Feng should be Gu Qing's.Liu left the vegetable garden at the age of ten to help in front of the temple.In the winter of two years ago, he learned that many patients from all over the Chaotian Continent would come to Moqiu to seek treatment from the monks of Guocheng Temple.The number of monks in Guocheng Temple is limited, so it is naturally very hard, and basically there is no rest.The words are bleak, and many patients often die before they have time to see the yellow walls of Guocheng Temple.Guest death Moqiu has become an idiom in the mortal world.Fortunately, in addition to the medical monks in Guocheng Temple, there are also many monks who are good at doing things.Those who died can hear at least one passage of the past life on the way away.The monks in the Vinaya do not heal the sick or do the work, but only interpret the scriptures and uphold the Vinaya.In other words, the monks here only do learning and practicing supernatural powers to protect the Dharma, and their status in Guocheng Temple is naturally very high, and no one disturbs them.Yin San likes this kind of quietness very much, and Xuanyin Ancestor has not been out of the ground for a few years, and he is still a little lonely.So he would go to the kitchen of the former temple every morning to eat, and by the way, he would listen to the fat monk arguing with others.For several years, he had become acquainted with the fat monk.Early one morning, he handed the fat monk a paper bag without a trace.The fat monk opened the paper bag and saw that it was actually a roasted fragrant dog leg, and his saliva almost flowed out, and he thanked him repeatedly."

I'm the best at making dog legs."

Old Ancestor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.()