The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning nodded and sat up.

The maid handed over a glass of water, her lively oval face looking a little nervous.

Guan Ning couldn't help but smile: "What are you afraid of? Relax a little. When you come to Guan Mansion, just treat it as your own home."

The maid was indeed new, her name was Xiaoyan, and her eyes reddened upon hearing this: "Yes, thank you, Your Highness."

"By the way, Prince, can I help you change your clothes?"

Guan Ning glanced at the naked body under the quilt, and then looked at the little girl.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

"Ah?" Xiaoyan's face turned pale, thinking that he didn't like her: "Sir, I'm very nimble."

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Um...go pour me a glass of water first." Guan Ning was ashamed. As a second-generation man, he was too embarrassed to expose himself in front of such a little girl.

I guess this maid doesn't even know what a man looks like.

"Oh ok."

"By the way, Prince, Butler Bai said earlier that an abbot has arrived at Jing'an Temple."

"Abbot? Yang Wen?" Guan Ning was stunned. Why did this guy come to see him?

"Okay, I understand. Go ahead."

After Xiaoyan left, he quickly jumped out of bed, put on his clothes neatly, and let his fussy black hair hang loose, making him look handsome and free and easy.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Abbot Yangwen!" Guan Ning strode to the front yard.

Yang Wen, who was dressed in plain monk's robes and had a big bald head, immediately showed joy when he heard the voice and walked over quickly: "Greetings, Prince!"

Guan Ning walked around with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "That's right, you don't do fraudulent things anymore, you focus on helping the people. Now that you have practiced, you look like a high monk. I think you can do it."

Yang Wen smiled bitterly: "This is all thanks to the prince."

"I've been living in fear every day for all these years of fraud. Only during these days, sleeping under the Buddha statue, do I feel at peace."

Guan Ning nodded: "What's more important is that you are determined to change yourself, others are just there to help."

"Tell me, what are you doing to come to me?"

Abbot Yang Wen immediately stepped forward and whispered, "To be honest, Your Highness, I have come here for something."

"Look at this."

Guan Ning took it casually, and his face suddenly became strange.

This turned out to be an imperial edict, summoning Abbot Yangwen to the palace to preside over Buddhist teachings and participate in the Double Ninth Festival banquet!

What a coincidence, what a coincidence!

"This is a good thing. Your disaster relief efforts have been praised by the people, and the court has seen it and invited you to the palace. This is an overwhelming honor, so why are you still so sad?"

Yang Wen smiled bitterly, his old face showing no joy at all.

"Your Highness, you don't know this. Although I've been exposed to Buddhism over the years, I'm still an outsider. I can only use it to deceive ordinary people."

"But once you enter the palace and face the civil and military officials, even the emperor, won't you be exposed?"

"If I get caught, I'll be finished!" He looked scared.

Guan Ning frowned: "That's true. None of the civil and military officials in the court are simple. They are all shrewd. It will be troublesome if they can see your background."

"Besides, it's really difficult for you to preside over a Buddhist ceremony in that kind of setting."

Yang Wen smiled bitterly: "Yes, Prince!"

"So I was wondering if you could help me find a way to not go? Or maybe ask someone to cancel it."

Guan Ning shook his head directly: "Impossible."

"The imperial decree has been issued. If you don't go, you're not giving the emperor face. If you don't give the emperor face, how can the emperor give you face?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wen turned pale as if struck by lightning.

After all, he was just a small-time swindler, and had never seen anything like the Double Ninth Festival banquet.

"However, I can help you keep it secret." Guan Ning raised his eyebrows.

Yang Wen's eyes lit up: "Sir, are you serious?"

"I have the process for the Chongyang Festival banquet. Please memorize it yourself. Then I will copy a passage of scripture for you. You can say that you wrote it yourself and pray for the world and His Majesty."

"Then talk less and observe more, and nothing big should go wrong." Guan Ning said.

Abbot Yang Wen was shocked!

"Prince, how come you have a process?"

"Are you going too?!"

Guan Ning shook his head: "I won't go, but this banquet will affect one of my actions."

After hearing this, Yang Wen was unable to calm down for a long time. He knew that Guan Ning was definitely an unfathomable person.

"Then I, a poor monk, thank you very much, Your Highness!" He clasped his fists heavily, expressing his immense gratitude.