Chapter 417 Hu Shanxiang 8
"You're leaving? Then will you come back?"
Today's news is obviously not good. I didn't get a single word out of that orphan from the Jingnan Rebellion yesterday, and today he was thrown into prison. Then he rushed to Jiming Temple to be scolded, and now the person in front of me keeps saying he wants to leave.
The crown prince was in a complicated mood.
"I don't know. I probably won't go back. My home is quite far from Yingtian."
"...Then you must tell me before you leave. Since we've known each other for a long time, you should at least give me a chance to say goodbye."
"Well, for the sake of this hairpin."
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"I heard from the monks in the temple that you are a traveling doctor? Then can you take a look at my health?"
It was Zhu Zhanji who thought of a topic first, and he jokingly extended his wrist.
Hu Shanxiang held her folding fan to her lips and said with a smile, "I can't really call myself a traveling doctor. I just know a little bit about medicine." As she spoke, she gently pushed Zhu Zhanji's wrist away with the fan. "As for Brother Huang's health, I don't need to see to know that he must be young and strong..."
"But you still have to pay attention to this liver fire. Lack of sleep can easily make you angry. Although you don't feel it when you are young, you will suffer when you are old."
Zhu Zhanji: ...
Zhu Zhanji: "Can you diagnose a disease without taking the pulse?"
Hu Shanxiang smiled but said nothing.
"Then do you know what I'm thinking now?"
"There will be heavy rain in two days, be careful not to catch a cold."
Shanxiang slowly stood up and walked past him, tapping his shoulder lightly with her folding fan. The ambiguous words made this man seem even more mysterious in his eyes, like the mist in the valley, unfathomable.
Zhu Zhanji lowered his head and remained silent for a while...
"Oh."
Two days later, Zhu Zhanji was awakened by thunder late at night and sat up suddenly. The knocking on the door became more and more obvious. He quickly put on his clothes and got up to open the door.
"Sir Huang, the Emperor summons you."
Zhu Zhanji quickly put on his clothes and looked at the rain outside. He originally wanted to just take an umbrella and go out, but for some reason he remembered Hu Shanxiang's words that day, and he changed his mind and put on a raincoat.
Hu Shanxiang was lying in bed, counting the days. Her poor sister Sun Ruowei had probably been imprisoned for two or three days. Today, after the old emperor finished talking with his grandson, Zhu Zhanji would probably release her.
Jianwen,
Zhu Zhanji was determined to pull out this thorn in the emperor's throat for his grandfather at all costs.
But the King of Han,
The knife hanging over the heads of the crown prince and the crown prince's grandson will not break as easily as Zhu Zhanji wishes.
From the beginning to the end, there was only one person who could truly benefit from this timely rain. The Crown Prince, who was temporarily indulged by the Emperor, seemed unaware of this.
For four or five days, he squeezed his three sons around in his hands and ordered his grandson around. Zhu Di was finally satisfied and borrowed the kind-hearted A Tian to take out for fun.
The next time Hu Shanxiang saw Zhu Zhanji, he was with a girl dressed in black, disguised as a man, who came to the old monk to have his bones touched. At that time, she was drinking tea with the old monk. When they met, Hu Shanxiang and Sun Ruowei did not even look at Zhu Zhanji, who looked surprised. They only had eyes for each other.
An inexplicable sense of intimacy and familiarity made Sun Ruowei unable to help but smile at this person she met for the first time. "My name is Sun Ruowei. May I know your name, young lady?"
"Miss Sun, you are so polite. My surname is Hu, and I am kind and auspicious."
This made Zhu Zhanji feel like he was the redundant one.
"Old monk, I'm here because my friend wants to ask about her karma of three lives."
Monk Daoyan, who was staying out of the matter, fiddled with his Buddhist beads, glanced at the girl in front of him, then turned his head to look at Shanxiang, and gently said to Zhu Zhanji who was standing aside, "You go out first."
"I?"
"Go ahead."
The confused Crown Prince retreated obediently.
Yao Guangxiao stood up and slowly walked forward, placing his hands on either side of Sun Ruowei's forehead, but the moment was over. However, just before the old monk withdrew his hands, the beads in his hand suddenly broke, and the beads instantly rolled to the ground.
Zhu Zhanji, who was standing outside the door and couldn't help his curiosity, happened to see this scene and hurried in.
"Don't move."
"Don't move!"
The voices of the old monk and Shanxiang stopped him at the same time, and Zhu Zhanji silently retracted his foot that had taken half a step forward.
"The old monk's hand was too heavy."
Yao Guangxiao smiled and apologized, then sat back with his hands behind his back.
Zhu Zhanji then pushed the door open and walked in.
"Girl, I've felt your bones. Your parents died early and were exiled thousands of miles away. You were born in this capital."
The expression on Sun Ruowei's face couldn't be more obvious, leaving Hu Shanxiang at a loss as to how to react. Could it be that Zhu Zhanji liked her because he liked her simple personality that couldn't hide her inner thoughts?
On the other side, Zhu Zhanji's eyes flashed after hearing this. After confirming Sun Ruowei's identity, he was more confident in catching the big fish, Jianwen, for his grandfather.
Turning his head, he saw Shanxiang with her head down, wondering what she was thinking. He wanted to chat with her, but there was a mission target next to her, and he didn't want her to be associated with the orphan of the Jingnan Rebellion who assassinated the emperor. Zhu Zhanji still didn't say anything. He turned to Sun Ruowei and smiled, "It seems that this kind of thing can only be treated as entertainment. Let's go?"
"Goodbye."
Sun Ruowei looked deeply at the kind-looking old monk, and couldn't help but glance at the girl Hu next to her, and left with Zhu Zhanji.
"Aren't you going to meet her?"
"Meeting her now would only add to our sorrow. She and I are on different paths now, and we have no common purpose." Shanxiang picked up the teapot, poured tea for them both, and sighed, "You should worry more about yourself, old monk."
At night, a rainstorm suddenly hit. The old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the chair suddenly opened his eyes. The sharp tip of the knife was less than an inch away from his eyes.
"I've been waiting for you."
Sun Ruowei, who was wearing a nightgown, had hatred surging in her eyes: "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Emperor Jianwen, is he okay?"
"You should just take care of yourself!"
"That's true, but who am I?"
Sun Ruowei snorted coldly, "You, you are the greatest thief in the world, the one who stole the country. You instigated the Prince of Yan to rebel, causing the people of the world to suffer. You have committed so many evil deeds and killed so many people. Have you ever thought that one day you will be killed too?"
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