Young Emperor, he doesn't want to be reborn

493

Today is June [-]th, the night of the full moon.

It was midnight now, and most of the monks and pilgrims in Baoguo Temple had fallen asleep, only in a few courtyards, there were guards brought by the nobles who were barely holding on to watch the night.

However, Feng Yanzhou quietly walked out of the small courtyard where they lived with two guards in the dead of night.

"Lead the way." He said to one of the guards.

The guard was obviously very familiar with the layout of Baoguo Temple. Even in this dark night with only moonlight shining, he was as familiar as he was in his own backyard. After several turns, he brought Feng Yanzhou to the In front of a small courtyard on the southeast side of the temple.

"You stay here and don't let others in." After Feng Yanzhou finished speaking, he jumped up and easily climbed over the low wall of the courtyard.

His feet landed silently on the ground in the small courtyard, and at a glance through the paper window, he saw that the main house was still burning with candles.

The people living in it didn't even fall asleep during the third watch.

Feng Yanzhou went straight to the front of the room, reached out and knocked on the door, and after a while, he heard an old and hoarse voice coming from the room: "Please come in."

The door of that room was not bolted from the inside, and it could be pushed open with a little effort. It was obvious that the owner of the yard was also waiting for someone to visit.

Rather, the man was waiting for him.

Feng Yanzhou pushed the door open and walked in.

In this one zhang-square Zen room, a monk in a scarlet cassock was meditating on a futon.

The monk seemed to be an octogenarian, his thin face was full of wrinkles, his back was bent and bent, and his whole body exuded an aura of twilight.

Only his eyes sunken deeply into the eye sockets are bright and energetic, as if he has seen through the good and evil in the world, and he seems to have realized the cycle of cause and effect.

Feng Yanzhou was taken aback when he saw the old monk, then walked up to him, bowed deeply, and said, "Master Gao Yi, Jiang Yuan thanked Master."

The old monk shook his head slightly, "The poor monk is not for the benefactor, but for the common people in the world, and I hope the benefactor can keep the promise."

"Naturally." Feng Yanzhou looked directly at the monk, and promised solemnly: "Whether Jiang Yuan can get his wish in the future, I will definitely abide by the agreement made that day."

"If that's the case, the poor monk can feel at ease." The old monk breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

Soon, a tired look appeared on his face, and even his originally clear eyes became cloudy.

"Feng benefactor, please go back." The old monk closed his eyes, and began to chant scriptures to fall into meditation, ignoring Feng Yanzhou.

Feng Yanzhou bowed deeply to the monk again, then retreated from the room, and returned the same way with the two guards.

They quickly returned to the small courtyard where they lived tonight, but Feng Yanzhou did not go directly into his room, but stood in front of Chu Huaijin's door, staring at it for a long time without moving.

After a long while, he sighed softly and started back to his room.

494

Probably because she went to bed too early the night before, Chu Huaijin woke up at dawn the next day.

However, before he had breakfast, he heard a big news—Master Wancan, the holy monk who was going to give a lecture, actually sat down and passed away last night.

According to the abbot of Baoguo Temple, this great master has reached the end of his life.

However, Chu Huaijin vaguely remembered that this mage Wancan should have just reached the age of knowing his destiny, and if he died now, his life span would not be considered long.

However, with the level of development of the Ning Dynasty, it is not short-lived to die at fifty.

Chu Shaodi didn't live to be thirty in his last life - although, he did it himself.

495

Chu Huaijin has never met this eminent monk, and under the influence of modern education, he has converted to Marxism-Leninism and atheism, so he has no other thoughts except feeling a little regretful.

But for other Daning people, after the death of an eminent monk like Master Wancan, he will sit in the vat for several years and produce the relics of his real body, which is to save these [-] kinds of sentient beings with his body.

That is more worthy of worship than when the holy monk was alive.

The nobles who stayed at Baoguo Temple last night became the first wave of believers who flocked to kneel down to worship the flesh bodhisattva.

Only in the small courtyard where Chu Huaijin and the others lived, there was no movement, and Feng Yanzhou even started ordering his servants to pack their luggage.

"Shouldn't we also pay our respects?" Chu Huaijin sat on the futon on the ground beside her, tilted her head and asked, "I heard the movement in the next few yards, and they seem to have already left."

Feng Yanzhou stretched out his hand to pull Chu Huaijin up, patted the dust off his clothes, and said: "I have some personal friendship with Master Wan Can, and I have met him before. Now that he has passed away, leave It's just a skin, so you don't need to look at it. But if Huai Jin wants to go to worship, I will accompany you there. It's just..."

Feng Yanzhou lowered his head and glanced at Chu Huaijin's abdomen, "The monks in Baoguo Temple are in a panic. I'm afraid no one will cook today's fast. Isn't Huaijin hungry?"

Chu Huaijin's stomach let out a huge "cuckoo" sound very cooperatively, saying: Hungry, it is almost starving to death.

As the saying goes, a half-sized boy can overwhelm me.

Chu Huaijin is in the stage of growing his body, and yesterday's lunch and dinner were both vegetarian meals. If he hadn't added some pastries brought from the Zhennan Palace, he might look like a piece of fresh meat now. Braised pork.

As a result, Chu Huaijin blushed, and was dragged by Feng Yanzhou to leave Baoguo Temple, and returned to the capital for breakfast.

496

After that, Chu Huaijin followed Feng Yanzhou to his Zhuangzi in Xishan.

It is said that Zhuangzi used to be a summer resort given by an important minister in the former dynasty. It was built on the mountain and covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu. There is a small lake formed by mountain streams in it, and you can even go boating in it.

Chu Huaijin lived in this beautiful and quiet fairy environment, eating big fish and meat, fresh fruits and vegetables, pastries and preserves every day, and then lost at least three or four catties in eight days.

Don't ask why, just practice boxing and learn swords is considered Keep.

If you spend two hours in the morning riding horses and laying wooden stakes, and two hours in the afternoon swinging swords and carrying buckets, you still don’t have any milk tea, cola, fried chicken, hot pot (red soup)...you can eat it, and you can lose weight!

497

That Uncle Feng Huang, who is usually sticky and sticky, can be more ruthless than the coach in the gym when he really teaches boxing and swordsmanship.

Every time when Chu Huaijin couldn't hold on any longer, he blinked at him with big teary eyes, and he could bear to say: "I love Huaijin too, but the basic skills are the most important, and only being lazy at this time No. Otherwise, we will practice for another incense stick, and then rest."

God damn "just" another incense stick...that's half an hour!

No matter how good-looking Feng Yanzhou's exclusive personal trainer is, no matter how perfect his body is, no matter how nice his words are, he still wants to skip class.

498

Ever since the Zhennan Prince's Mansion changed from primary school to martial arts class, Feng Yanzhou always stayed by Chu Huaijin's side by setting an example.He practiced as long as Chu Huaijin practiced, and even tied sandbags as weights to increase the difficulty.

But the Great Regent Feng is a big demon king who re-trained after reaching the full level, and Chu Baicai is a fresh and tender rookie who just climbed up from the pickle jar and has not left the Novice Village.

How can the gap be smoothed out with a few sandbags?

So, after completing such a set of "fitness exercises" every day, Feng Yanzhou felt refreshed and fine, but Chu Huaijin suffered from back pain and numbness in her thighs.

Fortunately, Prince Regent Feng was well prepared and invited an old doctor who was good at massage and bone pinching to give Chu Huaijin a massage to relieve his fatigue.

It's just that the old doctor was transferred before he had a cup of tea when he took office. He changed from a massage master to the master of the massage master.

The one who was serious about kneading and massaging Chu Huaijin's body became Prince Regent Feng himself.

"Isn't this appropriate?" Chu Huaijin declined in astonishment, "How can you bother Uncle Huang so much?"

Feng Yanzhou rubbed his lower back for him through his obscene clothes, and said with a smile: "When I was young and just learning martial arts, my father and king would occasionally pinch my bones and muscles for me. of."

...How can "like my own father" be the same as my real father, dear!

Chu Huaijin lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow was red.

If he hadn't been exhausted after practicing martial arts every day, and the Great Regent was placed on him like this, with only a thin layer of silk rubbing it, the little cabbage in his stomach would have stood up long ago...

After it can bloom, it is really troublesome!

499

On this day, Chu Huaijin was lying on the bed after a day of hard training. She was massaged by "Master Feng" and fell asleep. Suddenly, she heard the other party ask: "The day after tomorrow is Huaijin's birthday. What do you want?"

Chu Huaijin was in a daze, so she subconsciously replied: "He Wen Tingyuan...ah!"

Before he had time to say the word "recognize", Feng Yanzhou, who was gently kneading his body, suddenly lost the importance of his subordinates and screamed out from the pain.

Chu Huaijin regained consciousness all of a sudden, he turned his head, and looked at the "massage master" who lowered his hand again with peach blossom eyes filled with physiological tears.

At this moment, Feng Yanzhou had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were dark, and he asked slowly: "What does Huai Jin want to do with Wen Si...?"

"..." Chu Huaijin, led by intuition and desire to survive, replied after thinking for a while: "I want to see Fourth Master Wen and Uncle Huang play the piano for me together, Uncle Huang, you promised!"

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"Yes!" Uncle Feng Huang gritted his teeth and said to the servant guarding the door: "Give an invitation to Fourth Young Master Wen, and ask him to bring the piano here!"

The word "invitation post" was almost the same as "war post" by him.

500

June 21, the 26st year of Xuanwu, was the 14th birthday of the Ninth Prince Chu Huaijin.

Compared with the grand birthday party when Young Master Chu was 24 years old, which was full of guests and stars, his birthday party this time could be counted on one hand with the combination of hosts and guests.

But Chu Huaijin felt that this should be the most extravagant birthday he had ever experienced.

Not to mention the table delicacies and ginseng wine offered by Dongjun, the top trio ensemble at the banquet alone is enough to make the entire modern entertainment circle proud.

Yes, a trio.

Today, not only did Wen Xiaoxianrou show him the face of this "old villager" and came with a guzheng, even the crown prince rushed to Feng Yanzhou's Zhuangzi to celebrate the birthday of his brother of the Nine Emperors.

Moreover, after hearing about the "Fengwen Limited Band", his elder brother borrowed a bamboo flute temporarily to play with the two of them.

So, beside the bamboo grove like emerald gauze tents, beside the small lake full of lotus flowers, and under the gazebo with carved beams and painted buildings, Chu Huaijin ate delicious food and drank sweet fruit wine, while watching the current Donggong Chu in Daning. Huai Chen played the flute, Zhennan Wang Feng Yanzhou played the Guqin, and the family son Wen Tingyuan played the Guqin...

Chu Huaijin was so moved that she was on the verge of tears amidst the gathering of fresh meat and the fluttering of fairy music.

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