After enjoying the plum blossom, the little prince and Wei Chen returned to the temple under the escort of the guards.
It's noon now. It's time for lunch.
Guangzhao Temple specially prepared a table of sumptuous vegetarian dishes.
Although these vegetarian dishes are made of vegetarian dishes, their taste is no worse than that in the restaurants outside. Those ladies and ladies in Bianjing often come here to enjoy vegetarian dishes. The reputation of Guangzhao Temple vegetarian vegetarian dishes spread, and now it has become a must in Bianjing.
After lunch, everyone went to have a rest.
Behind Guangzhao temple, there is a Buddhist forest, which is a special place for pilgrims to rest and stay. Today, all the pilgrims in the temple have been cleared out, and the whole Buddhist forest is very quiet.
Wei Chen was arranged in one of the guest houses.
He pushed the door in and swept through. The room was small but clean.
The sun shines in through the window, sandalwood is burning on the table, and the air is full of sandalwood.
Wei Chen doesn't like the smell of sandalwood. He snuffs out the sandalwood and puts the plum blossom on the table.
Just now when they were visiting Meilin, the little prince picked a few plum blossoms on a whim. He sent one to Wei Chen, the Empress Dowager and the queen respectively. He also left two for his father and the emperor.
The faint cold fragrance of plum blossoms spread in the room. It smells much more comfortable than sandalwood.
Wei Chen looked at a clever young man. In fact, he was very alert. It was difficult for him to sleep in this strange environment.
There are two Buddhist scriptures on the table, which should be used to relieve the boredom of pilgrims.
Wei Chen picked up one of the Buddhist scriptures, sat in his chair and began to look at it slowly.
There was a fire basin next to it, and the charcoal fire inside made a crackling sound from time to time.
When he turned to page 20, he suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground next door.
Wei Chen made a move.
The man who lives next door to him is the little prince.
What happened to the little prince?
Wei Chen put down the Buddhist scriptures and walked out quickly. It was time for a nap. In order not to disturb the rest of the noble people, the monks all stayed in their rooms, and there was no one outside.
At this time, Wei Chen saw a figure running out of the prince's room.
The man's face was covered and he could only see a pair of eyes.
I'm not a serious person when I cover my face in broad daylight!
Wei Chen instinctively felt uneasy in his heart.
He walked quickly over: "who are you?"
After hearing Wei Chen's voice, the masked man not only didn't stop, but ran fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Wei Chen chased a few steps, but he was afraid it was a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he retreated again.
He ran into the room where the little prince was. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two palace maids lying on the ground. Their necks had been cut off, and their blood bubbled out, gathering into a pool of blood under them.
Wei Chen's pupils contracted and his heart almost stopped.
A chair in the room fell to the ground.
Just now, it should be the sound when it fell to the ground, which startled Wei Chen.
He took a few more steps inside and saw the little prince lying in bed. He was stabbed in the chest. The sharp pain made his body tremble, and the blood stained the bedding red.
A bloody dagger lay quietly on the ground beside the bed.
This scene almost scared Wei Chen out of his wits.
He hurried over, grabbed the little prince's hand and hurriedly called.
"Your Highness!"
The little prince was dying at this time. He was already unconscious. After hearing Wei Chen's voice, he opened his eyes hard and said intermittently: "there... Assassin..."
Wei Chen doesn't know medicine, but he has medicine in his purse. It's the medicine given to him by his sister. He always carries it with him just in case.
With trembling hands, he opened his purse, poured out three soul returning pills and stuffed them all into the little prince's mouth.
Soul returning pill can help the prince hold on for a while, but if you want to survive, you have to rely on the doctor.
"Your Highness, you must hold on. I'll go to the doctor now!"
Wei Chen turned and ran to the door. Because he was in a hurry, he accidentally stepped on the bloody dagger.
He bent down and picked up the dagger.
Before he could check it carefully, a little yellow door came in.
Xiaohuangmen saw two dead bodies lying on the ground and almost fainted. Then he saw Wei Chen standing in front of him. He saw that Wei Chen's clothes and hands were full of blood. Most importantly, Wei Chen was still alive with a bloody dagger!
"Ah ah! Kill! Wei Chen assassinated the prince! "
When Wei Chen heard this, he screamed. It was too late to throw the dagger away.
Soon a large group of bodyguards rushed into the house.
Without saying a word, they tied Wei Chen up.
Wei Chen tried to defend: "it's not me, I've just arrived!"
The deputy commander of the bodyguard army, who was led by him, didn't listen to his explanation at all and gave a serious order: "block his mouth."
A mass of cloth was stuffed into Wei Chen's mouth.
Empress Dowager Yan and empress yuan were awakened. They didn't even care to wear clothes, so they hurried to the prince's room.
Seeing the little prince's weak appearance of blood, empress yuan was so frightened that she lost seven souls. She almost fainted on the spot. She finally held on until she didn't fall down. She hurriedly asked someone to call the doctor.
They went out this time to burn incense and pray. They went in the morning and returned in the afternoon. The time was short. It was expected that nothing would happen, so they didn't bring the imperial doctor out.
Fortunately, the old abbot of Guangzhao Temple knows medical skills and has a high level of medical skills, which is not inferior to the imperial doctor in the palace.
When the old abbot learned that the prince was assassinated, he hurried to the Jushi forest.
Empress Dowager Yan was worried: "abbot, you must save the prince!"
"I will try my best."
The old abbot first checked the prince's injury, and his face became ugly. Empress dowager Yan and empress yuan were frightened to see him show such an expression.
Empress yuan almost cried: "abbot, can my son still be saved?"
The old abbot said, "this knife stabbed deeply and hurt the spleen. I'm afraid it's more or less bad."
Empress yuan couldn't help crying when she heard this.
"My poor emperor! Sobbing! "
Empress Dowager Yan was unwilling to accept the cruel reality. With red eyes, she urged, "you can show the prince again. Look carefully. You see, he is still breathing. Maybe he can be saved!"
The old abbot sighed.
He pinched the little prince's wrist and began to feel the prince's pulse.
Gradually, the expression on his face changed from sadness to amazement.
"How could this happen?"
Empress Dowager Yan hurriedly asked, "what is this?"
The old abbot put down the little prince's wrist and said quickly, "Your Highness is badly hurt. It's reasonable to say that he can't hold on at this time, but from his pulse, he can hold on for at least another day. It's very unusual. Did you give him something to eat before the poor monk came?"
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