The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

However, Wu Leyong was already disturbed by the news that the little guy had thrown out one after another. The self-control and calmness that he usually prided himself on had disappeared at this moment.

He raised his hand and tried to push away the secret guard in front of him, and asked anxiously: "What else do you know?!"

Another childish voice almost rang out at the same time as his: "Jiang Yingcheng! Why am I the one who turned into a puppy? Why not you?!"

Wu Leyong: "Say something!"

Jiang Qiuyu: "Say something!"

Jiang Yingcheng hugged her brother the prince's legs and buried her face in the brocade satin cloak.

【Chengcheng doesn’t know anything! 】

Jiang Tinghuai glanced at the two people who were almost driven crazy by her, and then looked at Tuanzi who was hugging his calves tightly with complicated eyes.

Drive both of them crazy together.

Awesome, my boy.

After regaining his consciousness, Jiang Tinghuai looked up and winked at Xu Jiu, indicating that they should let the man go without leaving any trace.

He had been in the East Palace for several years and had been exposed to the study of emperors since childhood. Naturally, he knew the deep meaning behind the little guy's actions at the first moment.

In fact, as early as when he knew that the man was Wu Leyong in disguise, he had a similar vague plan in his mind. However, before he could carefully polish the plan, the little guy took the lead and put it into action perfectly.

And the effect was actually much better than he had imagined.

After all, it is the inherent way of thinking of every adult to not be defensive against a child of this size.

On the other side, Xu Jiu received Jiang Tinghuai's instructions and said angrily, "How dare you speak disrespectfully to Her Royal Highness the Princess? I think you want to experience how strict General Kan's military law is!"

Wu Leyong barely came back to his senses from his trance, and took a last serious look at the little ball hiding behind the prince. Then he tiptoed onto the tree trunk next to him, and disappeared from the spot in a few flashes.

Xu Jiu's eyes darkened and he shouted, "Chase!"

Two secret guards rushed out from the crowd and chased after him slowly.

Seeing this, Jiang Tinghuai waved his hand and asked the secret guards to retreat back to the dark.

Those following behind them today are all people who have been with the emperor for many years. They are highly skilled in martial arts and smart, so they will surely be able to do things very well.

"Okay, let's go back." He felt it necessary to report the matter to his father in advance.

Jiang Yingcheng looked up with a dull expression: "Yeah?"

"Aren't you going up there?"

It is said that there is a temple there with an unnamed Buddha statue enshrined in it. It doesn’t matter whether it is efficacious or not. She wants to donate some gold beans there in exchange for merit points!

She clutched her purse tightly: "I'm going!"

[I want to exchange points!] Jiang Yingcheng was very determined, [I want to exchange points for blueprints! For military tactics! !]

"Yes!" she repeated firmly.

Jiang Tinghuai: "..."

……

The temple is somewhat dilapidated.

The incense burner, which had not been worshipped for many years, was covered with dust. Only the stone statue in the center of the Buddhist hall was relatively clean.

Jiang Tinghuai stood in front of the temple with the three little ones. When he spoke, he had a feeling of finally being freed from the calamity: "You can't quarrel in front of the Buddha. Do you hear me?"

On the way up the mountain, Jiang Qiuyu once again raised a soul-searching question about the issue of "those who lie are dogs". Jiang Yingcheng also changed from avoiding the problem out of guilt in the beginning to facing the challenge head on later.

The two of them quarreled all the way here, which gave him a headache.

They both snorted at the same time and turned their heads in opposite directions.

Jiang Tinghuai sighed, resigned himself to going into the hall and cleaning for the little ones first.

The cushions in front of the Buddha statue were covered with dust. He picked up two of them and walked out of the hall. He gently bumped the two cushions together on the open space in the courtyard, and immediately, choking ashes flew towards his face.

Jiang Tinghuai continued to dodge while coughing, until the two cushions seemed clean on the surface, then he turned around and walked back into the hall: "Come and pay your respects."

Jiang Yingcheng and Jiang Qiuyu happily rushed over hand in hand.

Jiang Tinghuai: "..."

The two of them were fighting just to torture me, right?

Right, right?!

When he glanced at Jiang Xingran, who also had a speechless look on his face, he felt much better immediately.

Oh, by the way, it also tortured my ice brother.

It's okay.

Jiang Yingcheng knelt on the mat in an orderly manner, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

The first sentence of the prayer is: [I hope Chengcheng can have delicious snacks to eat for the rest of his life! ]

The other three people in the hall twitched their lips.

As the most beloved little princess of Da Rui, when did the palace lack her snacks?

Not only could they eat wherever they went, even their father, the emperor, had to lead a long group of people to go to the dim sum shop with her just because he stepped on a piece of her egg cake and broke it.

[I hope Chengcheng's beautiful father, dear mother, Aunt Yunmeng, Queen Liangliang, Brother Jinshu, Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, Brother Crown Prince, Grandpa Wang...] Jiang Yingcheng said almost all the names he could call out, [They can all be healthy and live a long life! ]

Jiang Tinghuai's brows relaxed and there was a smile in the corners of his eyes.

That's more or less.

[I still hope...]

"Amitabha," a voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the thoughts of several people, "What are you doing here, donors?"

Everyone turned around and saw a monk in a monk's robe standing at the door. He looked at them puzzledly: "This stone statue is the God of Poverty, you..." Why are you worshiping the God of Poverty?

Jiang Yingcheng jumped up from the futon, speaking incoherently: "No, no, no, no, no need! Chengcheng doesn't need the Venerable's blessing anymore!!"

[Wuwuwu, why are you worshipping the God of Poverty? 】

It was also the first time that Jiang Tinghuai saw a temple enshrining the God of Poverty, and he was speechless for a moment.

He had no choice but to politely bow to the visitor: "Master."

Jiang Yingcheng was almost surrounded by a huge fear: [Wuwuwu, Chengcheng, please don’t be poor, God bless Chengcheng…]

But he was very polite: "Hello, Master~"

007 suddenly made an impatient "tsk" sound.

[Brother Tong, what’s wrong with you~] asked the little girl with a milky voice.

This time, several of the secret guards stood close to the men to protect their safety. 007 no longer felt as nervous as before, but his voice was still irritable: [This monk is still Wu Leyong in disguise.]

[After shaking off the two secret guards, he turned back. He probably wanted to get some more information from you.]

[Or Wu Leyong?] Jiang Yingcheng's eyes trembled, and for a moment he didn't care about fear. [How many human skin masks does he have?]

Jiang Tinghuai: "!!!"

He looked up and carefully examined the monk in front of him, his heart beating rapidly.

It's not that I was scared, I was just angry.

Do you think they are vulnerable?!