Report To the Lord: Your Little Heart is Acting Like a Spoiled Child Again

    Shen Yu raised his hand, took Rong Shi's hand down, and then asked in a low voice, "My lord, does his son deserve what he deserves?"

    Rong Shi's murder has always been casual, and he will never explain it to others.

    And now, seeing Shen Yu's bright eyes, he thought for a while and nodded.

    "Corruption and bribery, framing Zhongliang."

    Rong Shi raised his eyes and looked at the old man who was abusing him, suddenly feeling as if he was back ten years ago.

    Ten years ago, Zhenguo Gongfu was found to be collaborating with the enemy and treason, and the matter was handed over to the Censor Desk.

     Of course, the imperial censor slashed the entire gate of the town's mansion overnight, and then a fire burned the town's mansion to the ground.

    However, the late emperor happened to be seriously ill, and this joint letter was like a pebble in the water - only a little ripple.

    The old man is still scolding, and it is getting more and more ugly, "Rong Shi, you beast! The beast should go to hell! Go to eighteen levels of hell!"

    "My poor son, you went to the underworld, please beg the Lord of Hell, and let the Lord of Hell send Rong Shi into hell!"

    He pointed at Rong Shi again and looked at the people around him, "Did you see it? This is the time to kill the magic face! If you don't kill him now, you will be killed by him immediately. He kills people like hemp! He does all kinds of evil! My son is being killed by him..."

    He thought of his son's death, choked up for a long time and could no longer speak.

    No one around dared to step forward, all watching this scene.

    Rong Shi stretched out his hand, trying to pull Shen Yu away from this place.

    Unexpectedly, Shen Yu suddenly broke free of his hand and stood in front of him.

    Although she looks weak, she has a righteousness in her body.

     "My husband said that your son will die, and he framed Zhongliang, corrupted and accepted bribes."

    "You spit blood!" The old man's hand trembled and pointed at Shen Yu.

      Start the investigation and find him dead."

    Rong Shi watched Shen Yu protect himself behind him, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    His princess looked so beautiful when she was protecting him.

    "You!" The old man did not expect that he would be attacked by a little girl, "You are not good or bad, you help the emperor to abuse!"

    Shen Yu set his eyes on the old man, "I am Princess Qi, what is your son's name and where is the official position? Tell me, I will personally go to the Censor Desk and ask someone to investigate."

    "You!" The old man was speechless for a long time.

    At this time, Rong Shi, who was standing behind, suddenly said, "Wang Mian, the censor station monitors censors."

    He looked at the jade pendant on the old man's waist, "The inspector's annual salary is less than 5,000 taels, and his father actually wears such an expensive jade pendant."

    Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at the waist of the old man.

    No, that jade pendant is worth at least tens of thousands!

    After Rong Shi explained, he didn't want to pay attention to this person, and just handed his hand to Shen Yu.

    Shen Yu curled his lips and took his hand, and the two continued up the mountain together.

     Along the way, Shen Yu jumped up and down happily, Rong Shi was afraid that she would fall, so she stood behind her and took care of her carefully.

    The two walked to the mountainside, and they could already see the Huguo Temple. Shen Yu suddenly turned around and hugged his waist with a smile.

    "My lord, I'm so happy. Someone slandered you before, but I couldn't stand up. This time, I stand up."

    Rong Shi's lips slowly curved up, "Thank you, Princess."

    Seeing the smiling face of the woman in front of him, he suddenly bent over, picked up Shen Yu and turned around.

    Shen Yu screamed out of nowhere, their clothes fluttered in the wind, and then became entangled.

    He put Shen Yu down, Shen Yu blushed, looked up at him, "Your Highness..."

    The eyes are like a deer, watery and beautiful.

    "Huh?"

    "I still want to lift it up." Those gleaming peach eyes looked at him expectantly.

    The next second, Rong Shi hugged her waist and lifted her up.

    Shen Yu quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, "Your Highness..."

    It was noon now, Rong Shi looked up at the Huguo Temple above, "Princess, we should go up."

    He put Shen Yu down, and then said, "There are nine hundred and ninety-nine steps to go to Huguo Temple. The princess has been walking for so long. This king will carry you."

    He bent down slightly, but Shen Yu did not go up.

    "Don't..."

    Rong Shi looked at her puzzled, Shen Yu smiled and said, "I heard that you can make a wish to the Buddha after walking through these nine hundred and ninety-nine steps."

    "What does the princess wish for?"

     "It won't work." She blinked at Rong Shi, and the two walked up the stairs hand in hand.

    Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, Shen Yu counted in his heart from the first one to the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.

    She looked up and saw the gate of Huguo Temple.

    There was an endless stream of people coming to Huguo Temple to offer incense, Rong Shi took her to the Buddhist hall inside, where only the royal family can enter.

    He let go of her hand, "This king will go and have a few words with the abbot, and come back later."

    Shen Yu was reluctant to let go of his hand, Rong Shi smiled, "Don't worry, Princess, it's not murder."

    Shen Yu let go of his hand;

    The pure place of Buddhism, people's hearts are clear and quiet, Shen Yu closed his eyes and silently made a wish.

    I wish the Shen family all the best.

    I wish Rongshi's illness would get better sooner.

    Three Wishes…

    In the Buddhist hall, the Sanskrit sound curls.

    Rong Shi walked in step by step. Inside this Buddhist hall, an elderly monk was sitting cross-legged, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

    The abbot felt someone coming and slowly opened his eyes.

    When he saw Rong, he was not surprised, "Your Highness, you are here again."

    Rong Shi nodded and looked at the Buddha statue behind the abbot. The Buddha statue was sitting on a lotus, and his eyes were full of compassion.

    He looked at the Buddha for a while, then silently stepped forward, lit three incense sticks and put them on the incense burner.

    Then asked, "Master, how long can this king live?"

    Master Yuankong, the abbot of Huguo Temple, is the living Buddha of Huguo Temple. He is very accurate. Since the age of 20, Rong Shi will come here every year to ask how many lives he has left.

    He needs to know how much time he has left to plan the next thing.

    The host raised his eyelids to look at him, put his hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha".

    "Why do you have to be so obsessed with these? Everyone has their own fate and opportunity, and life is unpredictable." "Yes." He looked up at the abbot, his eyes All are sarcasm.

    Life is indeed unpredictable. Before he was ten years old, his life was peaceful and peaceful, and when he was ten years old, it became stormy.

    His life has become like this, how can those murderers who harmed him still live happily?

    Insane paranoia in his eyes, "Master, this king just wants to know how much life he has left."

    The incense in the incense burner is half-burned, and the curling smoke blurs the compassionate eyes of the Buddha statue.

    The abbot sighed.