Eight-year-old Princess: Phoenix Reborn

help? There was a ray of light in Yun Chang's eyes. This is really rare. Princess Hua Jing always looks high. When should I ask someone for help?

Yun Chang thought of this, and smiled slightly. "Sister Huang and me are so kind, what can I do, despite the orders, if it is within the scope of her ability, she will do her best."

Hua Jing smiled, "Look at what you said, it's like I want you to kill and set fire, but it's just a trivial matter, that is, you know, because of that sachet last time at your and the ceremony And Mo Jingran was misunderstood. Later, I sent someone to ask Mo Jingran specifically. He said that it was given to her by a girl next to Shu Fei, and that it was given to you by him. He has always liked you very much. The letter believed that it was true, and I kept it with me. I do n’t know why Shu Fei had my sachet, why I pretended to be yours. After all, she is the concubine of the father and emperor, and I do n’t want to care about it with her. However, I have always been seduced by legends that Mo Jingran, who does not abide by the women's ethics, after all, I am a married person. These messy gossips are really too hurtful. "

"Ah? There are people saying that? Why are these people like this?" Yun Chang's eyes widened.

Hua Jing sighed, "Is there any way to keep my mouth on someone's body, although I am a princess, but I can't plug their mouths so that people don't let people say it." Then he turned and looked at Yun Sang again. One glance, smiling, "It's because of this that Sister Huang wants to ask you a favor."

Yun Sang nodded, "What does Sister Huang want Sang Er to do?"

Hua Jing groaned for a while before he said, "I will also invite Mo Jingran for a small feast in a few days. If I do n’t, I will definitely be covered by others. However, I am not very good at contacting Mo Jingran. Therefore, I want to trouble you, and help me entertain Mo Jingran during the small feast. "

Yun Chang's body gave a slight meal, and there was a glimpse in her heart. "Shang Er thought that it was a major event. It turned out to be this. Although Sister Huang is assured, Sang Er will surely complete the matter explained by Sister Huang."

Hua Jing heard the words, his eyes filled with joy, "Thank you, thank you."

The two were talking happily, but behind them suddenly heard the voice of a girl, "Princess, it's time for lunch. This is the first day, and we should go to the dining room to accompany the old lady for dinner."

Hua Jing nodded. "The rules in this room are to accompany the old lady for dinner on the first fifteenth. Let's go over first."

Yun Sang nodded and took the girl and Hua Jing to the canteen. When he arrived at the canteen, the old lady had not yet arrived, and Hua Jing instructed people to bring the meals first. Came in.

"Let's eat," said the old lady Shen, taking the lead in raising the bowl.

Yun Sang and Hua Jing picked up the bowl and ate it. Just halfway through, the steward stood at the door and saw the three of them eating. Without interrupting, they quietly waited for the three to eat. Then they took a step forward. "Obstue the old lady, princess, and a monk is at the door. Fate. "

"Monk?" Hua Jing frowned. "Now there are too many deceiving monks everywhere, just send the bowl of rice away."

The steward answered and was about to step down, but heard the old lady's voice sounded, "Does the master say which temple he belongs to?"

When the steward heard the words, he walked, and bowed his waist slightly. "Return to the old lady, he said he was from Ningguo Temple."

"Ningguo Temple?" Madam Zhao glanced lightly from Yun Sang's side.

Yun Chang also raised his eyes and looked at the steward, with a slight smile on his face, "Oh? Ningguo Temple? I don't know which brother it is?"

"Bring in there and take a look." Madam Zhao said, her voice softly, but with irresistible majesty.

Hua Jing frowned, turning around and smiling, "Mother, there are so many monks who are deceiving people now, and you believe in Buddha again, what would be good if you were cheated."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at Hua Jing. "If the monk said that he was from another temple, the old man would have ignored it, but it was only from Ningguo Temple. Ningguo Temple is a national temple. Every master is a master of dharma. Princess Huiguo has spent many years in Ningguo Temple, and only a glance of Princess Huiguo knows whether it is true or false. "

Yun Chang also smiled and nodded. "Naturally, the disciples in the Ningguo Temple have all seen them."

Seeing that Hua Jing didn't make another order, the steward responded quickly, backed out, and after a while, he brought a bald monk with a clear look, and when he entered the dining room, he folded his hands together and recited the syntax, "Amitabha, poor Monk Wuyi has seen three donors. "

When Yun Chang saw the monk, he stood up and smiled, "It's Brother Wuyi, why did the brother come down the mountain?"

Wuxi smiled slightly. "It turns out that the princess is here too. It has been three years since the poor monk entered the temple. It's time to go downhill for training, so the abbot sent us down."

"So it is." Yun Chang smiled slightly, turned and turned to Mrs. Zhao and Hua Jing. "Yes, it's from the temple. Brother Wuyi went up the mountain three years ago and worshiped the abbot of the abbot Wu Na. Under the door, I guard the scriptures in the Tibetan scripture hall in the temple. I often go to the Tibetan scripture hall to copy the scriptures, so I have seen many times. "

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? I heard that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Ningguo Temple all chose the best martial arts and the most outstanding disciples to guard them. The master must be the best in the temple. The old man always believed in Buddha. The old body teaches and teaches the Dharma. "Madam Zhao heard the light, and a light flashed in her eyes.

Wu Yan said quickly, "Amitabha, the abbot sent the poor monk down the mountain for the sake of experience, not for enjoyment. Please forgive the poor monk that he cannot answer the old lady's request."

When Mrs. Zhao heard the words, she was a little disappointed, and her eyes were slightly dimmed for a moment, then she smiled again. It was also when Master Wu Na calculated the rainy day for Princess Huiguo, and the old man had a relentless invitation. Since the master is inconvenient to live in the house, it is better to measure a word for the old man. "

Wu Yan heard the words and thought for a moment before he said, "Yes, please donate."

Mrs. Zhao instructed people to bring a pen and paper, groan for a moment, and wrote a "word" on the paper. "The old man wants to ask the master to help the old man to test whether the old family can be safe in the future."

Wu Yi glanced, lifted up the pen, and wrote a person in Mrs. Zhao's dictation, raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Zhao, "Yes, Mrs. writer wrote a dictation. What I want to ask is my family. In the mouth, a person is added as a prisoner. The person to whom the donor is concerned may not be in a good condition. "

Mrs. Zhao heard the words, her complexion instantly turned pale, "How can I save my son?"

Wu looked at the prisoner's words on the paper, "If you want to save the person in your mouth, you must remove the outer frame. Your child should be an adult who has great achievements, but he is trapped in this frame. , Indicating that he was suppressed by a person with a higher status than himself, who not only suppressed him, but also brought him the scourge of killing. "<