The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

"Wait a minute, Prince."

Guan Ning turned around.

Yang Wen gritted his teeth and said, "Prince, you said you had an action. It just so happens that I also want to go to the palace to attend the banquet. If you don't mind, I am willing to do my best to serve you!"

He bowed and volunteered.

If he had been caught by Guan Ning before, he had no choice but to do it, but now he really wanted to surrender to Guan Ning. He had a premonition that after cheating and deceiving people for half his life, he really met a noble person this time!

Guan Ning raised his eyebrows and looked at him, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

This guy was not a good person at first, but unexpectedly, under his threat, he actually showed some potential. He turned over a new leaf and was even able to participate in the Double Ninth Festival banquet in the palace because of his relief work.

If I can do it myself, I can cultivate a great Buddhist figure! You know, Buddhist celebrities were very influential in ancient times.

After thinking for a while, he said, "This is your first time in the palace, so just take care of your own affairs. You don't need any help."

Yang Wen was disappointed and thought he was rejected.

"But, if I need you in the future, I'll let you know."

Yang Wen's face instantly lit up with joy: "Yes, thank you, Your Highness!"

Guan Ning smiled, turned around to get a schedule for the Double Ninth Festival banquet, and then copied a passage from the "Prayer Sutra" by hand.

This sutra is neither long nor short, with more than a thousand words. He saw it by chance in a TV series in his previous life. It seems to be quite famous, just like those Tang poems. It is enough for Yang Wen to pretend to be an enlightened monk.

Guan Ning was not stingy and had no hesitation in cultivating his confidants.

When Abbot Yang Wen took it in his hand, he was filled with excitement: "Sir, did you write this?"

"Don't worry about it. No third person will know that this scripture was written by your Abbot Yangwen." Guan Ning smiled.

Abbot Yang Wen nodded heavily, naturally knowing that this scripture was obviously extraordinary!

Moreover, with the process chart, he could make full preparations. Now he was not thinking about being exposed, but how to make a name for himself: "Prince, I cannot express my gratitude enough for your kindness!"

"I, Yang Wen, am where I am today, and I am able to enter the palace to preside over Buddhism, all thanks to the Crown Prince. Although I, Yang Wen, had bad behavior in the past, I have now completely changed my ways."

"No matter whether I, Yang Wen, am good or evil in the future, I will swear allegiance to the prince until death!"

Guan Ning smiled, and suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment of transcending the devil and becoming a Buddha.

"it is good."

"Go ahead."

Abbot Yangwen bowed three times again, chanted the Buddha's name, and then left.

……

Three days later, on the eighth day of October, three days before the Double Ninth Festival banquet, the capital city became increasingly lively, and many important figures who rarely appeared in the capital were moving around.

The only thing that surprised Guan Ning was that Zhao Qing was silent. He didn't know if it was because he was too ashamed to go out.

It was also on this day that the peony palace dress, which had taken several days to make, was finally completed.

The eight words "dazzling and radiant" and "fairy-like" are perfectly used to describe the dress. The advanced aesthetics and perfect embroidery craftsmanship make this palace dress destined to be passed down for thousands of years once it is completed!

"It's so beautiful." Guan Ning exclaimed. He just drew the graphics, but Qin Yao's hands really gave it color and life.

Qin Yao also couldn't let it go: "I want to name it Guangxiu Liuzhuang."

"can!"

Guan Ning said, "When this is over, I will definitely draw you a palace dress that is even more beautiful than this one."

"No, clothes like this are only suitable for looking at, not for wearing." Qin Yao shook her head, speaking with a double entendre, and did not envy Concubine Yu.

Guan Ning raised an eyebrow: "Then what if I do it for you?"

"Where can a man make clothes?" Qin Yao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Your hands are meant for big things. The whole family is counting on you. You can't do these jobs anymore. Let me do it."

Her faint smile warmed Guan Ning's heart, and he couldn't help but hold her slender hand, which had been scratched from working so hard in recent days.

"Nice to have you."

When Qin Yao heard these words, everything was worth it. She snuggled in his arms for a long time before letting go.

Then, she carefully folded the Guangdong embroidery ribbon and put it into a nanmu box.