Crazy criticizes the empress because she is bent on mistaking Buddhism

Chapter 8 Feng Guoshi

Xie Qingyun said, not very interested in the gift: "What do you want to give me?"

Without hesitation, Huicheng took out the Buddhist scripture annotations copied last night from his sleeve and held them up with both hands.

"I heard that Your Majesty likes to read Buddhist scriptures recently. The poor monk wrote these annotations all night long last night for your Majesty's reference."

Huicheng, who lied for the second time in his life, was much smoother than the first time. He just kept his eyes lowered and did not dare to look directly at Xie Qingyun.

Xie Qingyun's eyes were not on those pieces of paper, but on Huicheng.

She bent down, trying to look into Huicheng's lowered eyes from bottom to top.

She was a little close, and a faint scent of a girl lingered on the tip of Huicheng's nose.

Huicheng closed his eyes, like a bird captured alive.

Xie Qingyun let out a chuckle.

"The eminent monk's expression made it difficult for me to tell for a moment whether you were lying or nervous." She leaned close to Huicheng's ear and said softly.

Huicheng was shocked and wanted to explain, but suddenly felt that his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment, and he couldn't even utter a word.

"Get up and talk."

Fortunately, Xie Qingyun didn't go into details. After saying this, she straightened up and took away the paper from Huicheng's hand.

She walked back to the desk, leaned casually on the edge of the desk, and casually opened the papers to read.

Huicheng's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

But after waiting and waiting, until his heart fell back into his body and settled down again, there was no response.

Huicheng finally couldn't help but look up.

I saw Xie Qingyun holding a few pieces of paper and reading them carefully, with no smile or anger on her face.

Became a little less like her.

She was originally such an expressive person.

Whether he is happy or angry, it is all on his face.

Huicheng took a deep breath and finally made up his mind to explain the true origin of these pieces of paper: "Your Majesty..."

"Huicheng."

Xie Qingyun spoke.

This was the first time she called Huicheng by her first name.

"I like this gift very much."

Hearing these words, Huicheng's courage was suddenly vented, as if the gate had been opened: "Your Majesty... as long as you like it."

Xie Qingyun was born into a royal family and had been well-dressed and well-fed since she was a child. She was accustomed to receiving various gifts.

However, this gift really won her heart.

Somehow, reading a few thin pieces of paper actually suppressed the depression in her heart that had tortured her for so many years.

Magic.

Amazing.

Xie Qingyun was rarely so happy.

"Runliu." She called over her shoulder.

"Come up with a plan, I will make Huicheng the national master."

Runliu responded: "Then will your Majesty grant a mansion to an eminent monk?"

Xie Qingyun thought for a moment, then looked at Huicheng with a look of reluctance: "Yes, if you are named a national master, you will not be able to live in the palace."

She sighed, full of regret: "It would be great if Huicheng was also a eunuch."

"...?"

Huicheng didn't react for a while.

Runliu said expressionlessly: "It can be done."

Huicheng suddenly felt weak and staggered.

Xie Qingyun smiled and said: "The Imperial Master is timid, don't scare him."

She said: "Then the Imperial Master will leave the palace and live there."

Finally made a decision.

"It's just that there is a long distance between the outside and inside of the palace, and the procedures are complicated. In the future, I will have to bother the imperial master to come to the palace to accompany me."

Huicheng just recovered from the shock and waved his hands repeatedly: "No trouble, no trouble."

Xie Qingyun smiled: "Okay, let's arrange it like this."

Huicheng was about to thank him when he heard Runliu say: "There is also an eminent monk in the palace. How does Your Majesty plan to deal with it?"

"There's another one?" Xie Qingyun thought for a while and finally remembered that there was such a thing.

"How is that eminent monk's health?" she asked Huicheng.

Huicheng said with a guilty conscience: "It'll be better soon."

"Almost healed? That means he's not healed yet?" Xie Qingyun said, "Then let him take care of him first, and then go back to White Horse Temple when he is well."

After hearing this answer, Huicheng felt regretful and wanted to bite off her tongue.

He wished he could take back the answer he just gave and say it again.

Runliu said: "Does Your Majesty need another eminent monk to meet you?"

Xie Qingyun was just about to shake her head, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Huicheng, who looked nervous and wanted to laugh.

Why is this monk so abnormal today? He has a dazed look on his face.

She had some thoughts of teasing Huicheng.

"What does the Imperial Master think?" Xie Qingyun asked.

"Is another eminent monk worthy of my summons?"

Huicheng immediately shook his head and said: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs. I feel that there is no need to spare time to summon another monk."

Although nervous, Huicheng did not stutter this time.

Xie Qingyun said: "But you two came all the way here, and it doesn't seem good to just send them away without seeing them."

Xie Qingyun seemed to have an idea suddenly: "How about I go and check on his condition in person?"

"His Majesty!"

Huicheng was so frightened that he immediately raised his voice: "Your dragon body is precious. If you get sick from it, the poor monk will be blamed!"

He was covered in cold sweat, which was even more obvious because of his bald head.

Huicheng's nervousness and evasion were all seen by Xie Qingyun.

She said, "Okay then."

Somewhat regretfully: "Since the Imperial Master has said this, I won't go."

Huicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, the eminent monk, go pack your luggage. Runliu will send someone to take you to your new residence today." Xie Qingyun said happily.

Huicheng must have lost energy after this day of torture, so he quickly withdrew from Xie En.

Xie Qingyun and Runliu were left in the study.

Xie Qingyun sat back in front of the case and couldn't help but open the Buddhist scripture annotations that Huicheng gave her again.

"If you read it carefully, you can get a glimpse of the author's broad mind and unique insights. It is quite different from himself." Xie Qingyun said.

Runliu was silent for a moment: "Yun Yang said that among these two people, only one can be called a true eminent monk."

Xie Qingyun chuckled and put down the paper: "So what? They are just monks."

Having been an emperor for so long and familiar with people's hearts, she has already seen that Huicheng has something to hide from her.

But she doesn't care.

The temptation just now was just for fun.

She just wanted to see the monk's nervous face, fearing that the matter would be exposed, which was funny.

Runliu asked: "Your Majesty, is it true that you don't see the other person?"

"Gone." Xie Qingyun rubbed her eyebrows.

Seeing that she looked tired, Runliu reached out skillfully to press her head.

But Xie Qingyun held her wrist.

She held Junliu in her hands and rested her head gently on his arm, as obediently as a cat.

Xie Qingyun doesn't often act like this.

Perhaps today's scripture softened her.

"Junliu," she murmured.

"For me, there are only two kinds of people in this world."

"One is killable, and the other is unkillable."

"Everyone who can be killed, whether I see him or not, makes no difference to me."

Runliu hummed in a low voice: "I understand."

Hearing the word "slave", Xie Qingyun sighed and let go of his hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

"As I said, you don't have to lower your posture so low."

Runliu said: "The rules cannot be abolished."

"That's it."

Xie Qingyun waved her hand: "Go ahead."

"Go and choose a good house for my Imperial Master, so that he, an expert in the mountains, can see the prosperity of the capital."

"I'm curious, whether he can continue to be pure and ascetic from now on."

(End of this chapter)