The Submissive Emperor - Chapter 20

Lou Jing took His Royal Highness and hid outside the wing where Mrs. Zhao was. She hid in the corridor between the wing and the Buddhist hall. Not long after, a figure in a water-pink skirt flashed past the corridor, Lou Jing’s eyes swiftly moved. Drag people in.

“Um…” The captured person was startled, his eyes widened, but his mouth was covered and he couldn’t make a sound.

Xiao Chengjun frowned as he watched his princess drag a girl in.

“Hey, are you Ms. Zhao Jiajiu or Granny Nine?” Lou Jing let go of the visitor and looked at it from head to toe, looking like an apprentice.

“Bah! It’s not to do for you, you still have the mind to gloat here!” The “girl” opened her mouth and scolded, she was clearly a young voice, and her behavior was also a man. It was the Young Master Zhao Jiajiu who was dressed as Miss Zhao Jiu— Zhao Xi.

Xiao Chengjun was slightly surprised that some people were bolder than them, and simply pretended to be a woman and mixed in.

“I followed the prince to supervise the work,” Lou Jing said proudly. The road was narrow, so he turned sideways and exposed Xiao Chengjun behind him. “His Royal Highness, this is the nephew of the left minister. The previous year’s Yuezhou Xieyuan , Zhao Xi and Zhao Jiming.”

Xiao Chengjun looked at Zhao Xi, who was in a matte suit and still had beads on his head. His face was calm, but he couldn’t help smiling a little in his eyes. He coughed softly, “Listen to the Zuoxiang mentioned, Zhao’s family Unborn genius.”

Zhao Xi opened his mouth wide, and hurriedly bowed down in salute, “Students have seen His Royal Highness…”

“At this time and here, you don’t need to be courteous.” Xiao Chengjun raised his hand and gave him a false help, and did not let Zhao Xi kneel down. The bluestone road in the temple was slippery and the ground was slippery. This kneeling was bound to make the light-colored Luo skirt dirty. You can see it when you go out.

Naturally, Zhao Xi would not admit death. He just stood up straight, his face was a little bit awkward, this was the first time he saw the prince, it turned out to be such a virtue! After the prince becomes the emperor, will he laugh when he sees him go to court?

“How’s it going?” Lou Jingren smiled and patted Zhao Xi.

“I haven’t seen the old nun yet, I was stoned by you.” Zhao Xi rubbed the sore waist.

“Remember to let her write a note later.” Lou Jing stuffed Zhao Xi a silver slip.

“Wow, Lou Jing, you’ve finally gotten to know how much I have done for you since childhood. This is the first time I have given me hard money!” Zhao Xi raised the fifty taels of silver bills in his hands, very excited.

Lou Jing slapped Zhao Xi’s head, “It’s not for you. I asked you to bribe the old nun. Of course, if you can coax her willingly to set up a document, the money will go to you.”

“Then if you guessed wrong, does this money belong to me?” Zhao Xi rolled his eyes and asked.

“I won’t come back again if I give it to you.” Lou Jing waved his hand impatiently, pushing the long-winded Zhao Xi out of the road.

Zhao Xi was pushed to a stagger, and just happened to bump into a few nuns who came oncoming.

“Amitabha, beware of the benefactor.” The nun headed by looking at her fifty-year-old, clasped her hands together and bowed to Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi stood firm and wanted to give his hand in return. Suddenly he realized that he was acting as a woman. He quickly lowered his head pretentiously and put his hands on his waist to bless his body.

The two people hiding in the gangway watched this scene and snickered together.

“Master is here, telling me to wait,” Zhao Xi’s second aunt came out, smiling to meet the old nun, “This is my ninth niece… daughter, Xiao Jiu can’t come, this is Ning Heart Master.”

Xiao Chengjun and Lou Jing retreated to the depths of the road. When the women entered the wing room, they jumped onto the courtyard wall and quickly exited Qinglian Temple.

“Two bowls of wontons, one dish of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes—” the man who sold snacks yelled and put the food on the table, reached out his hand to take the copper plate, and happily turned around to cook wontons.

“Eat while it’s hot.” Lou Jing took out a silk scarf, wiped the coarse porcelain spoon on the stall, and handed it to His Royal Highness.

Xiao Chengjun took the spoon, “Don’t you want to see how Zhao Xi does it? Why did you start eating wontons again?”

“Hey, the women are waiting when they talk. They ask Zhao Xi to talk to the old nun alone. It’s probably after noon. Let’s have something to eat first.” Lou Jing smiled and twisted a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and handed it to him. His Royal Highness’s lips said, “Taste this.”

Xiao Chengjun looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake handed in front of him, frowned slightly, and wanted to take it, but found that there were no chopsticks, looked at the shining eyes of his princess, and couldn’t bear to reject it. Looking left and right, people were busy doing their own things, no one paid attention to them, so they opened their mouths and quickly bite in half. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake at the temple fair is naturally not comparable to the ones in the palace, but the ingredients are fresh. It should be the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus picked early in the morning on the mountain with some fragrance that has not been thoroughly pickled.

“Is it delicious?” Lou Jing bent his eyes and watched the series of movements of His Royal Highness, and naturally stuffed the remaining half into his mouth.

“That…” Xiao Chengjun couldn’t stop him, and watched Lou Jing swallow the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had bitten. Seeing the soft tongue sticking out and licking away the cake crumbs from his lips, suddenly recalling the long kiss between the two under the maple tree the day before, His Royal Highness felt that he was a little hot, and hurriedly lowered his eyes to take a sip of wonton soup.

Lou Jing looked at the red ears of His Royal Highness, but said nothing.

The two of them ate snacks at the market, watched juggling, and even figured out at the stall, before returning to the wing room of Qinglian Temple, squatting down to the root of the wall to listen to the movement inside.

I don’t know what kind of method Zhao Xi used, but he and Master Ning Xin are really left in the room, and they look like they are talking happily.

“…Reporting the triple grace, the three journeys of economic relief, and discussing with the master, really benefited the little girl,” Zhao Xi, for today, specially found an opera singer last month to learn female voice for a few days, and now he is pinching. Speaking in a voice, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, “The master is profound in Dharma, and I heard that medical skills are also very good.”

Lou Jing snickered outside the window. Zhao Xi read many books. If he really wanted to argue about the truth, ten Ningxins could not say about him. Turning his head and seeing His Royal Highness squatting uncomfortably, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person over to let him. He sat on his lap.

“Yeah…” Xiao Chengjun was taken aback, and hurriedly pushed the princess concubine, lip-synching, “You are still injured, so you can’t make it.”

Lou Jing didn’t care, and kissed the corner of His Royal Highness’s mouth, motioning him to silence.

“Where is it, it’s just a little understanding of earthwork.” The old nun Ning Xin was so happy that she spoke with a smile.

Zhao Xi smiled and lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Xin’s expression, “Why should the master humble yourself? Mrs. Anguo and I are cousins. If the master hadn’t shown her the body a few days ago, I really don’t know how happy she is. .”

The nun Na Ningxin was taken aback for a moment, and then saw that Zhao Xi’s expression was natural, and she sighed with relief, “Mrs. Guo Gong is blessed.”

After hearing this, Xiao Chengjun finally understood why these two people came here, and the arms around his waist suddenly tightened with these words.

“Oh… there is no blessing. She has been unhappy after marrying at the Prince Anguo,” Zhao Xi lowered his head, concealing the coldness on his face.

Ning Xin understood what he said, and clasped his hands together: “Amitabha, every family has sutras that are hard to recite.”

“I came to see the master this time, and I still have something to ask for,” Zhao Xi looked embarrassed. “As you know, the prince is now a princess, with great power and great power. He brought an imperial doctor back to the house yesterday. It’s just that the child in the wife’s belly is not from the grandfather of the country.”

Ning Xin was shocked, “This…this can…”

“Isn’t it? Lou Jing is a very vicious person. He can do everything for his family property. Now he has come up with such a ruthless trick to force the grandfather of the country to leave his wife.” Zhao Xi spared no effort to face the building. Jing splashed dirty water on her body.

Lou Jing, who had been full of frost, her face turned darker after hearing this.

Ning Xin didn’t refute when she heard the words, and even slightly nodded, showing that Wei Shi had indeed told her that her son was not.

“Master, if it wasn’t for an emergency, Mrs. Guoguo would not be able to leave the house, nor would she ask me to ask the master,” Zhao Xi stood up and said earnestly. “The Buddhists often say that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. , That unborn child is also a life, the master will not die without saving. Moreover, Anguo is the most prominent power in the capital, if the Lord Guo believes in his wife, the money for the incense in the Qinglian Temple will be no less. of.”

“But whether this is biological or not, poor nuns can’t prove it…” Ning Xin was a little moved by Zhao Xi’s words, but Anguo was a nobleman, and the prince was even a royal family, and she couldn’t provoke any of them.

“It’s not difficult. When did the master give his wife the pulse. I was pregnant for a few months at that time. You can write a document and be a proof.” Zhao Xi did not give Ning Xin a chance to refute. To be ridiculous, the master can’t write the wrong date without ignoring his conscience, then my cousin would have died unjustly.” Having said this, he has already taken out his pen and ink.

Ning hesitated for a moment, feeling that this was a fact, that Mrs. Anguo really seemed to be embarrassed, otherwise she would not have avoided the doctor and would directly ask her to check her pulse frequently. Although the wife told her not to tell anyone, this Miss Zhao Jiu was an insider, and she definitely trusted her.

“This document is just a guarantee. Madam will also think of other methods. Most of them don’t use this. You know, the honorable family is not allowed to ask people other than the imperial physician to check their pulses. Madam does not want to make trouble. Tiandi.” Zhao Xi handed the ink-stained brush to Ning Xin, and said babblingly.

Nun Ning Xin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about the amount of incense money that Mrs. An Guo Gong donated to her on weekdays. After receiving Zhao Xi’s pen, she will write down when she will get her pulse, how many months she is pregnant, and so on. Zhao Xi coaxed him to press his handprint.

After leaving Qinglian Temple, Lou Jing remained silent, guessing is one thing, knowing the exact news is another.

Xiao Chengjun stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the crown prince’s tightly held hands, “Zhuyu…”

“Father, it’s still in the period of filial piety…” Lou Jing’s hand trembled slightly, his grandfather’s bones were not cold, and his father did this kind of thing and didn’t want to hurry up and get rid of the evil seed, but actually married him out to save the child!