"Master Tanluan is also among them."
The emperor looked up at him.
Who is Master Tanluan? He is a highly accomplished monk in everyone's eyes. He has been with the late emperor for several years and has accurately predicted the natural disasters encountered by Emperor Tianqi many times, including where there were earthquakes and floods.
But later, because the late emperor was obsessed with immortality, Master Tanluan asked to leave the capital and there has been no news for several years. Now he is back?
Is his second son so capable?
Can even Master Tanluan be invited back?
What about Zhiyu? I want to hear how he did it!
In the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhiyu was detoxifying Jiang Kang'an.
She cut an incision in Jiang Kang'an's palm and placed the mother insect next to the wound. At first, Jiang Kang'an didn't feel it, but gradually, he felt an itching under his skin and watched a small insect come out of the wound.
Jiang Zhiyu quickly squeezed out the insect and put it into his purse together with the mother insect.
Jiang Kangan stared at Jiang Zhiyu's purse, his eyes full of curiosity.
Why does he always feel that there are a lot of things in the fry's pouch, but from the outside, the pouch is still empty?
Jiang Zhiyu tried to stop the bleeding and instructed, "Boil the sand, roasted radix rehmanniae, realgar, and peeled croton seeds with their cores. Take two grams of each, mash them together, add honey, and make into pills. Take three pills a day. Do you understand?"
Jiang Kangan took it to heart and nodded slightly when he heard it.
"I heard that the emperor appointed you as his secretary?"
Jiang Zhiyu nodded vigorously.
【Alas, now that things have come to this, there is no need to mention it anymore.】
Even though I don't have to attend the morning court, I still have to go to work at nine o'clock. The Prime Minister's Residence is far from the Imperial Palace, which means I have to get up at eight o'clock. How miserable!
Eight o'clock was already very tolerant compared to Jiang Zhaorong who had to get up at three in the morning. Jiang Kangan looked at his sister who was complaining incessantly in her heart and chuckled.
Jiang Kangan's health has improved a lot, and his mentality is much more stable than before.
These days, he has finally gained some weight and is not as thin as before.
His eyebrows are long and handsome, and the luster in his eyes is like the slight luster on a piece of jade.
Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.
[Oh my god, this gentle and gentle gentleman style really kills me! ]
Jiang Kangan's smile grew wider, but 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 own death that Zhiyu had mentioned. Jiang Kang'an added silently in his heart, and then said, "Have you finished your clothes? What do you want to do?"
Jiang Zhiyu almost forgot that it had been almost a month since he traveled here.
"Mom said she'll arrange it. Is there anything fun?"
Jiang Kangan hesitated and said, "...appreciating the moon, eating moon cakes, lighting lanterns, and guessing riddles."
Jiang Zhiyu waved his hand listlessly.
[It's boring. It would be better if there were more handsome guys with big pecs dancing. I want a male mother!]
Jiang Kangan: “…”
Man? Mom?!
"...By the way, your second brother will be back in a day. When he left, you broke a piece of his jade pendant. I've had someone make a new one. Take it, and when he comes back, tell him this is your apology. Got it?"
Jiang Zhiyu took the jade pendant handed to her by Ah Fu and nodded vigorously.
"Good boy, do you still want to have dinner with me today?"
Jiang Zhiyu hesitated for a while, then shook his head.
Jiang Kangan didn't expect her to refuse. Just as he felt disappointed, he heard her complain, "No, I sneaked out to help you get rid of the poison. I have to go back to the palace to work soon."
There was such a strong sense of despair in her tone that Jiang Kangan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
…
When Jiang Zhiyu rushed back to the palace, he just caught up with the imperial study preparing meals.
He Yanting was also there, and the emperor waved his hand, indicating that Jiang Zhiyu should eat with him.
Jiang Zhiyu couldn't wait to sit over there, for the simple reason that all the dishes were meat dishes!
At the emperor's command, Jiang Zhiyu buried his head in his food and swallowed it in small mouthfuls, but very quickly, like a whirlwind. The emperor, who had no appetite to begin with, couldn't help but whet his appetite and ate a few more bites.
As the saying goes, one should not talk while eating or sleeping. After the three of them had finished eating and Fu Ping had the eunuchs remove the food, the emperor finally spoke: "How is it? Did you find out anything from the interrogation?"
"No, Malzahar insisted that it was all his doing. He knew about the secret room in the Sixth Prince's mansion because the Second Prince would help him take care of the house. As a good friend, he went with him a few times and discovered the secret room by chance."
emperor:"……"
It’s up to you 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, that’s what he said.]
emperor:"……"
He Yanting frowned slightly, feeling that a certain name appeared too many times today.
Before the Second Prince became a monk, he was indeed very close to Malzahar, but He Yanting had met them a few times and the two did not seem to be close friends.
Jiang Zhiyu curled his lips and sighed softly.
[Don't mention it, the Second Prince pretended to be a monk really well. Not only did he not get caught, but he even managed to pass himself off as an accomplished monk in the end.]
[The sack has become a spirit—it can really hold a lot.]
emperor:"……"
He Yanting: “…”
The two exchanged glances, and the emperor immediately called out, "Come here, bring the Second Prince here."
…
In Yuchun Hall, the discussion on Buddhist philosophy had ended. Many monks went home, while some stayed and looked at Master Tanluan and the second prince Xiao Chuji in the middle with admiration.
Master Tanluan was wearing a bright red cassock, looking tall and majestic. One could tell at a glance that he was an eminent monk.
Xiao Chuji on the opposite side held the Buddhist beads and said, "Since we last met, it seems like yesterday when we meet again today."
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 about the past."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jinyiwei in Feiyu uniforms filed in. Qian Hu knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty invites His Royal Highness the Second Prince into the palace."
The other monks' eyes were filled with surprise and admiration, and their respect for Tanluan increased even more.
Xiao Chuji nodded slightly and left with the Jinyiwei. Tan Luan also left on his own.
After they left, the monks behind them were in an uproar.
When Xiao Chuji stepped into the imperial study, he immediately saw Jiang Zhiyu serving beside the emperor. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, so fast that it was difficult to catch.
He knelt and bowed: "Your Highness greets His Majesty."
The emperor was reviewing the memorials, as if he didn't hear anything.
Half a cup of tea later, the emperor put down his pen and rubbed his brows: "You are so capable, but the first thing you do after returning to the capital is to pay your respects. Do you still see me as your father?!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty has never been fond of matters concerning gods and ghosts. I have left home now, but I was worried that Your Majesty would dislike me, so I did not come to pay my respects."
The emperor paused, and Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice came at the right moment:
[You're really like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another. You've said all the good things! ]
emperor:"……"
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