"Princess, aren't you leaving?" Chengguan asked Yu Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head. In just a short while, the three vegetable buns had already entered the princess' stomach.
Chengguan sighed softly and reached out to pick up the soup.
Wang Yue glanced at his master, then at the two monks who were visiting the temple. His body, dressed in his monk's robes, trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Xiaoxiao was still looking at the two people around Wen Fenglin. The monk who had pulled the merchant from the ground with his bare hands was now standing behind her. Now the monk was not wearing a veil to cover his face. Yu Xiaoxiao looked at his appearance and didn't understand how such a ferocious person could become a monk? Being a soldier is more like that, right?
"Master," Wang Yue saw his master was about to drink the soup. For some reason, he felt panicked and called out to Cheng Guan with tears in his eyes.
Chengguan gave Wangyue a comforting smile.
Yu Xiaoxiao turned around and saw Chengguan wanted to drink the soup. Her Royal Highness the Princess was immediately embarrassed. Although drinking the water used to wash the pot would not kill people, was it okay to let the Imperial Master drink the water used to wash the pot?
"Princess," Cheng Guan saw Yu Xiaoxiao looking at him again, so he whispered to her, "You should live your life well with your husband in the future. Things in the world are unpredictable, so you should rely on each other for support."
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand how unpredictable things in the world were, and the pot water in Chengguan's hand made Her Royal Highness the Princess very upset.
"Princess, you have to promise me," Chengguan said to Yuxiao.
Yu Xiaoxin said, "What did I promise you? Why do you look at me so affectionately when we haven't become lovers yet?" Her Highness Princess reached out and snatched the bowl of soup from Master Chengguan's hand, saying, "Is this soup delicious? It's cold, what else do you want to drink? Pour it out."
"Princess!" The ferocious-looking monk saw Yu Xiaoxiao snatching the soup and immediately shouted at her.
Yu Xiaoxiao casually splashed the soup behind her. Although it was the water used to wash the pot mixed with the soup, how could she drink the soup that smelled like medicine? Thinking of this, Her Royal Highness the Princess no longer felt guilty about wasting food.
The two monks stepped forward together, trying to snatch the soup from Yu Xiaoxiao's hand and force Chengguan to drink it. However, neither of them expected that the princess would fall down as soon as she said so, and the whole bowl of soup splashed all over the ferocious-looking monk, and a few drops even splashed into the monk's eyes.
"Beizhou!" Another monk, Beiyuan, shouted his companion's name and pulled back the monk Beizhou, whose eyes were swollen instantly.
"Princess!" Seeing that Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly turned hostile and started hurting people, Cheng Guan quickly stood up and blocked Yu Xiaoxiao behind him.
"My eyes!" The monk from Beizhou covered his eyes and shouted.
Yu Xiaoxiao poked her head out from behind Chengguan, looked at Beizhou's eyes which had swollen like rotten peaches in the blink of an eye, and asked suspiciously, "Is there anyone allergic to pot-washing water?" In the apocalypse, poison could not be used on humans, so Yu Xiaoxiao had never seen a person being poisoned. Her first reaction was that this monk was allergic to pot-washing water.
Monk Beiyuan stared at Yu Xiaoxiao, who was being protected by Chengguan, and said, "Princess, do you know what will happen if you become an enemy of our Eternal Life Temple?"
Oh my, Yu Xiaoxiao came out from behind Chengguan, this seems like a fight is about to start.
Chengguan said, "Princess, don't worry about me. Go back first."
Yu Xiaoxiao patted Chengguan and held her hand, saying, "This doesn't seem right. Imperial Master, don't be afraid. I'm here to take care of everything."
At this time, in the Buddhist hall where Master Fenglin was, the smile on the face of the big-bellied arhat statue looked a little distorted and weird under the flickering candlelight.
Bei Ji and the old monk were both persuading Master Fenglin to have some food.
Master Fenglin whispered, "Did you send the things to Chengguan?"
Bei Ji hurriedly said: "It has been sent over. Bei Zhou and Bei Yuan have also been there."
"When Chengguan was in the temple, he was not on good terms with my senior brother," Master Fenglin sighed, "but I have no hatred against him."
Bei Ji took a few steps forward and stood beside Master Fenglin, saying, "Master, Chengguan betrayed the temple. If he fell into the hands of the abbot, he would probably live in pain. Master, you have done your best to treat him."
The old monk sighed silently. Chengguan was an extremely intelligent person. When he talked about Buddhism in Yongsheng Temple, no one could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. If he had not been at odds with Wuhuan, how could Chengguan be driven to the small country of Fengtian to be the national teacher? Now Master Fenglin kept saying that he didn't kill Chengguan for his senior brother Wuhuan. How could he be convicted of betrayal based on just a letter?
"Where are the meals?" Young Master Fenglin asked at this time.
The old monk hurriedly walked forward with the jade tray. Before approaching Master Fenglin, the old monk took a special look at the soup in the jade tray and smelled the soup. As a person who was used to using poison, he only smelled a strong smell of sweet bean paste. The old monk frowned. How could the chef monk of Huguo Temple make such a soup?
Bei Ji saw that Master Fenglin finally wanted to eat, and he was so happy. Seeing the old monk walking forward reluctantly, he walked over, took the jade tray from the old monk's hand, and asked, "Is there something wrong with this meal?"
The old monk shook his head. He personally watched as the cook monk from the Huguo Temple prepared the meal. What could be wrong?
Bei Ji saw the old monk shaking his head, and he walked quickly to Master Fenglin with the jade tray, and whispered, "Master, these meals are still hot, please have some."
Young Master Fenglin glanced at the meal that Bei Ji brought to him. They were all plain food, which suited his taste. However, after Princess Linglong said those nonsense in a seemingly ignorant but actually vicious way, Young Master Fenglin felt suffocated in his heart. Looking at the steaming meal, he had no appetite at all.
Bei Ji saw that Master Fenglin just looked at it but didn't move his chopsticks, so he advised: "Even if Master doesn't want to eat, at least have some soup to warm your stomach."
"Put it down," said Master Fenglin.
Bei Ji had no choice but to gently place the jade tray in front of Master Fenglin.
The old monk then said, "Young Master, I want to go and see Chengguan."
Master Fenglin nodded and said, "You can also go and see the monks at Huguo Temple to see if they are preparing for the rituals after Chengguan's death."
"Yes," the old monk responded to Master Fenglin and left the Buddhist temple.
Bei Ji advised: "Young Master, please use some."
Master Fenglin picked up the soup, scooped a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, and put it into his mouth.
Bei Ji said at the side: "Master, how long will we stay in Fengtian?"
As Master Fenglin took a sip of the soup, he choked on the taste of the sweet noodle sauce. What kind of soup was this?
Bei Ji didn't notice the change in Master Fenglin's expression, and just stood there and said, "I think Master should go to Zhuri. Master Wuhuan had already sent someone to send a letter to Master, asking him to go to Zhuri to see him. Why didn't Master go?"
Young Master Fenglin only felt a pain in his throat at this time, and his hands became too weak to hold the bowl of soup. The bowl of soup fell to the ground, and the smell of sweet noodle sauce instantly drifted in the air of the Buddhist hall.
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