Chapter 88 The sack turns into a spirit - it can really hold a lot of things
"Master Tanluan is among them."
The emperor looked up at him.
Who is Master Tanluan? He is a highly educated monk in everyone's mind. He has been with the late emperor for several years and has accurately predicted the natural disasters that Tianqi encountered, including earthquakes and floods.
But later, because the late emperor was obsessed with immortality, Master Tanluan asked to leave the capital and has not been heard from for several years. Now he is back?
His second son is so capable? He
can even invite Master Tanluan back?
What about Zhiyu? I want to hear how he did it!
In the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhiyu is helping Jiang Kang'an to release the snake.
She cut a hole in Jiang Kang'an's palm and placed the mother pig next to the wound. Jiang Kang'an didn't feel it at first, but gradually, he felt an itch under his skin and watched a small insect poking out from the wound.
Jiang Zhiyu quickly pinched the insect out and then put it into his purse along with the mother pig.
Jiang Kang'an stared at Jiang Zhiyu's purse, his eyes full of curiosity.
Why did he always feel that Zhiyu's purse was filled with a lot of things, but from the outside, the purse was still empty?
Jiang Zhiyu stopped the bleeding for him and instructed: "Sand, fried radix reticulatae, realgar, peeled and hearted croton, decocted, take 2 grams of each, crushed together, add honey and pills, three pills a day, got it?"
Jiang Kangan remembered it in his heart and nodded gently.
"I heard that the emperor appointed you as a secretary?"
Jiang Zhiyu nodded like pounding garlic.
[Alas, it's over now, no need to mention it again. ]
[Although I don't have to go to the morning court, I still have to go to work at nine in the future. The prime minister's residence is far from the palace, which means I have to get up at eight o'clock. How miserable! ]
Eight o'clock is already very tolerant compared to Jiang Zhaorong who has to get up at three in the morning. Jiang Kangan looked at his sister who was complaining in his heart and laughed softly.
Jiang Kangan's body has improved a lot, and his mentality is much calmer than before.
He has finally grown some flesh these days, not as thin as before.
His eyebrows are long and handsome, and the radiance in his eyes is like the slight luster on jade.
Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.
[Oh my god, it turns out that this kind of gentle and jade-like gentleman style kills me the most! ]
Jiang Kangan's smile became even bigger, and then, as if he remembered something, his smile faded.
"In three days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival," which was also the date of his death in Zhiyu's mouth. Jiang Kangan added silently in his heart, and then said: "Have you prepared your clothes? What do you want to play?"
Jiang Zhiyu almost forgot that it has been almost a month since he traveled through time.
"Mother said she arranged it. Is there anything fun?"
Jiang Kangan hesitated and said, "...watching the moon, eating moon cakes, lighting lanterns, guessing riddles."
Jiang Zhiyu waved his hand uninterested.
[It's boring. It would be nice if there were a lot of handsome guys with big chest muscles dancing. I want a male mother! ]
Jiang Kangan: "..."
Male? Mother? !
"...By the way, your second brother will be back in a day. When he left, you broke a jade pendant of his. I have asked someone to make it. You take it. When he comes back, tell him that this is your atonement for his sin. Do you understand?"
Jiang Zhiyu took the jade pendant handed to him by Ah Fu and nodded vigorously.
"Good boy, do you still want to eat at my place today?"
Jiang Zhiyu hesitated for a while, but still shook his head.
Jiang Kangan didn't expect her to refuse. He was just feeling disappointed when he heard her complain, "No, I'm sneaking out to relieve you now. I have to go back to the palace to work later."
Her tone revealed a strong sense of despair, and Jiang Kangan couldn't help laughing.
...
When Jiang Zhiyu returned to the palace, he just caught up with Yu's study to prepare the meal.
He Yanting was also there. The emperor waved his hand and asked Jiang Zhiyu to eat with him.
Jiang Zhiyu couldn't wait to sit over. There was no other reason. This dish was all meat!
At the emperor's order, Jiang Zhiyu buried his head in the food, swallowing it in small mouthfuls, but very quickly, like a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining clouds. Seeing this, the emperor, who originally had no appetite, couldn't help but salivate and ate a few more bites.
As the saying goes, one should not talk while eating and one should not talk while sleeping. After the three people had finished eating and Fuping asked the eunuchs to take away the food, the emperor spoke: "How is it, have you found out anything?"
"No, Marzaha insisted that it was done by one person. The reason why he knew the secret room in the Sixth Prince's mansion was because the Second Prince would help him take care of the house. As a good friend, he also went there several times and discovered the secret room by chance."
The emperor: "..."
You decide whether I believe it or not.
As if knowing what the emperor was thinking, Jiang Zhiyu's next thought was:
[I don't care whether you believe it or not, anyway, he said so.]
The emperor: "..."
He Yanting frowned slightly, feeling that a name appeared too many times today.
Before the Second Prince became a monk, he was indeed very close to Marzaha, but He Yanting had met them several times, and the two did not seem to be close friends.
Jiang Zhiyu pouted and sighed.
[Don't mention it, the second prince pretended to be a monk very well. Not only did he not reveal his true intentions, but he also pretended to be a high-level monk in the end.]
[He is really a sack spirit - he is really good at pretending.]
Emperor: "..."
He Yanting: "..."
The two looked at each other, and the emperor immediately shouted: "Come here, bring the second prince."
...
In Yuchun Hall, the discussion of Buddhist principles has ended. Many monks have gone home, and some have stayed, looking at the middle, Master Tanluan and the second prince Xiao Chuji with admiration.
Master Tanluan was wearing a bright red cassock, tall and majestic, and it was obvious that he was a high monk.
Xiao Chuji, who was sitting opposite him, held up his Buddhist beads and said, "It seems like yesterday since we last met and today we meet again."
Tan Luan smiled but said nothing. After a moment, he suddenly said, "It's a pity that we don't have much time to reminisce."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jinyiwei in flying fish uniforms rushed in. The captain knelt on one knee and clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, please invite His Royal Highness the Second Prince to enter the palace."
The other monks' eyes were full of surprise and admiration, and their respect for Tan Luan increased a little.
Xiao Chuji nodded slightly and left with the Jinyiwei. Tan Luan also left on his own.
After they left, the monks behind them suddenly exploded.
Xiao Chuji stepped into Yu's study and saw Jiang Zhiyu serving the emperor at a glance. A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, so fast that it was difficult to catch.
He knelt and saluted: "Your son has seen your father."
The emperor was reading the memorials, as if he didn't hear it.
After half a cup of tea, the emperor put down his pen and rubbed his brows: "You are so powerful, but the first thing you do when you return to Beijing is to pay your respects. Do you still have me as your father in your eyes?!"
"Please calm down, father. You have never liked things about gods and ghosts. I have become a monk now, but I am worried that you will abandon me, so I did not pay my respects."
The emperor paused, and Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice came at the right time:
[You are really like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another, you have said all the good things! ]
Emperor: "..."