Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 190 You Are Wrong (Part )

Concubine De's smile was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, "That's right. We are all blessed by the empress."

After hearing the voice of the two, the concubines agreed one after another, and went to Wang Guifei to give her blessings and thanks.

Wang Guifei waved her hands impatiently, "Let's all step back, I'm tired."

On the way out of the palace, Han Youning was surrounded by "ancestors" and couldn't escape.

What can't be avoided is Zhao Chen's shadow-like gaze, which makes her feel like a light on her back.

At the gate of the palace, Han Jun and Han Sixing were waiting there, feeling the chill all over their bodies.

The imperial guards guarding the gate are waiting in full battle, for fear that Ding Guogong will break into the inner palace again. He has military merits to protect his body, but they have nothing!

Seeing that his daughter came out safe and sound, Han Jun lost his authority and immediately became a kind and steady father.

He stood there smiling and watched his daughter approaching, with a very relaxed look, which made the gate guards ashamed!

It's just that such a respected master as Master Qingde, how can he walk behind his daughter?
Han Youning walked up to his father with a smile on his face, raised his head and said with a smile, "Father, I said you'll be fine, right?"

Han Jun laughed and said, "As expected of my daughter! This courage is stronger than my son's!"

The disliked son Han Sixing glared at his smiling sister, and agreed, "Father is right."

Han Jun passed by Zhao Chengyuan, and saluted Zhao Chen, "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking care of me."

Zhao Chen nodded, "Today's matter, I am alone and I have not been of much help." He smiled and looked at Han Youning, "Ling Ai does not need others to take care of her, she can handle it alone."

Han Jun laughed loudly, "This girl has followed me, if you give her a sword, she will be able to kill the enemy in battle!"

Han Sixing helped his forehead, that's an exaggeration!

Han Youning lowered his eyes to avoid Zhao Chen's gaze, and tugged at his father's sleeve, not wanting him to greet Zhao Chen again.

"Father, let's go."

"well."

Han Jun enjoyed his daughter's acting like a baby very much, and pretended to be a loving father who was obsessed with his daughter, and said goodbye to everyone one by one.

It's just that he was very perfunctory to Zhao Chengyuan.

"Amitabha."

Master Qingde saluted Han Youning, "Uncle Master, go slowly."

Xiao Ruzhi also chanted the Buddha's name and saluted, "Old ancestor, walk slowly!"

Han Youning also recited the Buddha's name, "Master, farewell."

Han Jun lamented that the master was so respectful to his daughter, which shows that his daughter is capable.

Not far away, the smile on his face froze, he turned his head and asked his daughter, "What did Master Qingde call you just now?"

Han Youning said, "Master Uncle."

Han Jun's eyes moved slightly, "Master? Where do you start?"

Han Youning put the Buddhist bead given to her by Master Qingde into her father's hand, and said with a smile, "It's a long story, I'll tell you about it when I get back to my daughter. This Buddhist bead was blessed by Master Qingde, and my father wears it on weekdays." , stay safe."

She got into the carriage, but saw Han Sixing running over, "I know the origin of Miss Ning's seniority!"

Han Youning lay on the car window to stop him, "Brother, don't tell me, I will tell my father when I get back!"

Han Sixing pinched her nose, "Little girl, why are you so capable? Such a senior!"

Han Youning grinned, "Yes, I'm really good."

Han Jun looked at his daughter, "Have you worshiped Master Xuanzhi as your teacher?"

Han Youning was stunned, and asked in surprise, "How does father know?"

Han Jun asked, "Do you often go to Hongtai Temple to worship Buddha?"

"My mother has a memorial tablet in Hongtai Temple, and I have to go to the mountain to stay for a month every June." Han Youning asked, "Does father know Master Xuanzhi?"

Han Jun's gaze sank, and he said in a deep voice, "Seldom mention the matter of Hongtai Temple in the future." He put down the brocade curtain, "Let's go."

Han Youning looked suspiciously at the dangling brocade curtain, the mountainous back of his father, hazy in the thin mist.

In her previous life, she never mentioned Master Xuanzhi to anyone.She was only a lay disciple, and she didn't believe in Buddha much, so mentioning it was just to make people laugh.

She also never thought that her father would have anything to do with Master Xuanzhi.

But seeing her father like this made her feel suspicious.
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Jin Wangfu.

In the pavilion in the bamboo forest, the cold wind is blowing, and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

There was a chessboard on the stone table, Zhao Chengyuan and Master Qingde sat opposite each other, the horses on the chessboard neighed, full of murderous intent.

As soon as Zhao Chengyuan's son fell, he surrounded the city and slowly picked up the white son.

Master Qingde said slowly, "In the past six years, the prince's style of chess has changed from murderous intent to murderous intent, and no trace can be seen. It's just that this game of chess, the prince is quite fierce."

Zhao Chengyuan said in a low voice, "Master already knew that she was from the Chen family, but he kept it a secret. If I don't find out, are you going to keep it a secret forever?"

"Amitabha. This year you found out that she is a daughter of the Chen family, and you avoided seeing her again. If I had told you her identity back then, would you still be close to her? Maybe you could listen to the Buddhist scriptures and suppress your demons? "

Master Qingde laid down his son unhurriedly, "Those who can't hide their desire to kill have long since died without a place to bury them, so why would we have the opportunity to play chess today."

The wind blew across the gazebo and passed over Zhao Chengyuan's face, leaving a layer of coolness.

of course not.

Without knowing her identity back then, he almost killed her.

If she knew her identity, I am afraid that her life would stop at the day when she was nine years old.

Zhao Chengyuan said, "So, from this king to Cangyuan Mountain, it has been in the plan of you and Master Xuanzhi."

Master Qingde stroked his beard and smiled, "Wrong, it started from the fact that my uncle survived under your hands. Now that you are willing to rescue her, it can be seen that the inner demon has disappeared, and it is not in vain for Master Xuanzhi's painstaking efforts."

Zhao Chengyuan stroked the chess pieces, his eyes welling with thick ink.

A moment later, he made a move, and the murderous aura on the chessboard suddenly flourished, "Master, you are wrong. How could it be possible for the demons to disappear. There will be no one who deserves to be damned."

Master Qingde's face changed slightly.

"Aren't you going to leave when you come to Beijing this time?"

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "Yes."

Master Qingde's face became serious, and he looked at the chessboard again, laying ambushes, murderous intentions everywhere, and at this time he had just entered the middle game.

The chess piece in his hand did not fall down for a long time, and finally he sighed and put the white piece back into the chess jar, "The poor monk is powerless."

Zhao Chengyuan put away the chess pieces, "Although this king is guided by the favor of Buddhism, he is not a Buddhist after all. This king has seven emotions and six desires, and after all he wants to do what he should do."

"Forget it, the monks don't care about the affairs of the world, and the poor monk is entrusted to others. He has interfered too much, and it is time to withdraw."

Master Qingde picked up a glutinous rice osmanthus cake, "In the world of mortals, after all, there is still a little uncle."

"Master as you please."

Zhao Chengyuan got up and left with a plate of snacks in his hand, the wind picked up and his clothes fluttered.

Master Qingde looked at the osmanthus cake in his hand.

Together, he went down the mountain and only got a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from my little uncle?

(End of this chapter)