Chapter 72 The Second Prince Returns to the Capital

He had just been punished by the Emperor, and Emperor Daizong had abandoned him. Now that others were too busy hiding, who would want to see him?

Anle Hou was confused, his eyes froze: "Who is it?"

Before the servant could reply, a gentle male voice came: "It's been a long time since we last met, why are you so miserable now?"

This voice...

Anle Hou panted and looked at the person who came.

The man frowned, put his hands together, walked slowly and steadily, with a fiery red cassock, a compassionate jade face, and a Buddhist rosary in his hand.

It was the second prince who had asked to go to Yuhua Temple to worship the ancient Buddha with green lamps.

He actually came back?

Anle Hou retracted his gaze, patted the still crying Anle Hou's wife, and signaled her to go down first.

The wife of Marquis Anle understood the urgency of the situation. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief and walked slowly towards the inner room after completing the formalities.

Marquis Anle watched her back with a cold smile on his face: "Second Prince, you are joking. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor. How can it be tragic?"

He snorted again: "Second Prince, if you are here to laugh, please go back. My temple is small and cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you."

The master had spoken, and the servants of the Marquis's mansion immediately surrounded him.

Second Prince Xiao Chuji bowed slightly with a compassionate look in his eyes: "Amitabha, the Marquis has misunderstood. This poor monk came down the mountain to help the Marquis."

Marquis Anle lowered his eyes and looked at her. The breeze blew gently, and his clothes fluttered, which actually had a sense of holiness.

The pupils of Marquis Anle trembled slightly as he pondered.

Xiao Chuji chuckled, his eyes calm and smiling: "Marquis, there is no need to be so vigilant against the poor monk. Since the poor monk has left home, he has no chance of becoming a monk. What's more, there is another hidden story behind this matter..."

Marquis Anle suddenly looked up at him.

Xiao Chuji looked at his shocked eyes and said slowly: "Marquis, don't you have any doubts? If Miss Jiang San really has the medical skills to cure He Yanting, then why would her elder brother Jiang Kangan still be sitting in the wheelchair until now?"

Marquis Anle's chest rose and fell. Of course he understood such a simple truth!

But the problem is that He Yanting did stand up in front of everyone and could walk normally!

Unless... He Yanting's leg had healed a long time ago and he deliberately conspired with Jiang Zhiyu to lure his son into a trap!

That shouldn't be the case. Not to mention how they hooked up, what's the point of setting up such a trap?

As if he understood his doubts, Xiao Chuji twirled his beads and walked forward step by step, while the boys surrounding him stepped back step by step.

Anlehou waved his hand, and the servants moved away. Xiao Chuji leaned down, and a deep voice poured into his ears, which gradually became clearer.

He said: "Miss Jiang San is possessed by a monster."

Anlehou's pupils suddenly shrank.

Ridiculous!

This was the first thought in his mind.

Because of his injury, he could only force himself to move to the side: "The talk about gods and ghosts is nonsense! Xiao Chuji, even if you are a prince, if such words spread out, the emperor will not let you off easily!" As

if he heard something extremely ridiculous, Xiao Chuji laughed out loud, his laughter full of sarcasm: "I thought the marquis was a smart man, but after seeing today, he is nothing more than this."

Le Hou's face was ugly, Xiao Chuji paused for a word: "If the emperor really hates these, then why do temples and Taoist temples still exist in Tianqi, and why did he agree to my becoming a monk? Is it just because I am a prince, his son?"

His eyes were vicious: "No, it's because he needs a reason, a reason to go to the temple!"

Anle Hou was speechless, looking at the crazy Xiao Chuji.

Xiao Chuji took a deep breath, and in just a moment, he changed from the crazy face just now to the sad face when Anle Hou saw him for the first time.

"Amitābha, I have said too much. Anyway, this is all I can say. If you believe me, please send someone to my house. If you don't believe me, just pretend that I have never been here."

He left. Anle Hou looked at his back and slowly closed his eyes.

...

In the elegant courtyard, a "swoosh" sound came from the bamboo forest. Jiang Kangan stood with a sword. He held the hilt of the sword, feeling the cold and familiar touch from his fingertips. He took a deep breath and calmed the excited emotions in his heart.

[Wow, is this the affectionate look in the novel? Seeing is believing! 】

【Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, excitement, suspicion, regret, fear...】

Jiang Kangan: "..."

He looked up helplessly at Jiang Zhiyu beside him, and the sadness in his heart was destroyed by the words she blurted out.

Are his eyes a kaleidoscope, with so many emotions!

He made a sword move, with the tip of the sword pointing upwards. Even though he hadn't practiced swordplay for so many years, every move was not unfamiliar.

Every time he swung the sword, it was full of power and elegance. The sword light flashed like the stars in the night sky, beautiful and deadly.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhiyu always felt that his body would stagnate at certain times.

【Not okay yet? It shouldn't be. There's nothing wrong. Is it because of his heart? 】

Jiang Kangan sighed helplessly.

It's all because of you. Every time I swing the sword, I say in my heart: "Good, quack, quack, perfect..."

and other similar words keep ringing in my ears.

But he doesn't think it's noisy.

Listening to his sister's voice of concern for his body, Jiang Kangan felt a warm current in his heart.

His sister is so good, and he has always blamed her wrongly.

He put away the sword, his tone full of smiles: "Let's have dinner here today, big brother, whatever you want to eat, big brother will cook it for you."

In the Jiang family, there is no rule that men cannot enter the kitchen.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up: "I want to eat meat!"

Since she traveled through time, Jiang Zhiyu has been eating meat every meal. Every time she eats, she will eat meat instead of vegetables. For the sake of her health, Xu Youran strictly regulated the amount of meat she can eat. If anyone dares to feed her secretly, Xu Youran will drive them out of the house.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't want to make things difficult for the hard-working workers, so she could only eat the little meat every day.

There was a lot of meat stored in her space, but she didn't know how to cook it. Others were like a skilled cook who couldn't cook without rice, but it was the opposite for her.

Now that Jiang Kangan had brought it up, she certainly wouldn't let it go!

She quickly ordered a long list of dishes, such as: embroidered lamb, red-boiled chicken, fried rabbit, goose powder skewers, etc., and then pulled Jiang Kangan's clothes, staring at him with clear eyes.

After this meal, she didn't know when she would have the next meal, so she had to put it away in advance and eat it slowly!

Jiang Kangan didn't mind the trouble, but he frowned as he looked at his skinny little sister in front of him: "So much, can you finish it?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded hurriedly, hugged his waist and said coquettishly: "Brother, you don't know, I haven't had meat for several days! It's all because of the old lady!"

Huh?

Jiang Kangan touched her head: "Did she make things difficult for you?"