Then, the surrounding crowd heard two loud but not very pleasant singing voices:
"If the heat makes you feel unbearable, eat an ice pop."
If life is tormenting you, eat a slushie.
If love is making you waste your time, eat two ice creams.
Popsicles and Slush
The more you eat, the cooler you feel!
Popsicles and Slush
Eat this and you'll become rich!
Popsicles and Slush
"Eating this will make your love as sweet as honey!"
Soon, the two men's brainwashing-like hawking voices gradually resounded throughout the top of Putuo Mountain, attracting more attention and creating an extremely lively scene.
They finally capitalized on this surge in traffic.
If Zhao Yunjin saw Yu Zhizhi's outrageous behavior, she wouldn't want to be friends with her anymore!
On the other side.
Zhao Yunjin walked with steady steps to an extremely secluded courtyard deep in the backyard of the temple.
He gently pushed open the door, and a stale sandalwood scent wafted out.
The courtyard was filled with all sorts of exotic plants, and the walls were covered with ancient calligraphy, paintings, and Buddhist statues.
He walked leisurely across the courtyard and into the main hall.
As soon as I stepped into the main hall, I heard a slightly hoarse voice loudly rebuking me: "You unfilial disciple, if the Emperor hadn't sent you to Putuo Mountain to be in charge of this prayer festival, would you have almost forgotten about your master?"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
This cold-faced apprentice hasn't visited him at the top of Mount Putuo for almost a month.
Zhao Yunjin smiled slightly, looked up, and saw Master Xuanzhen sitting in the center of the main hall.
The old man was dressed in a simple monk's robe, with a kind face, but at this moment he frowned slightly and looked at me with a reproachful look.
Zhao Yunjin walked to Master Xuanzhen's side, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, I was wrong this time. It's hot, would you like some ice cream to cool down and calm your temper?"
Watching his disciple tear open the oil paper bag in front of him, take out a deep red ice cream, and savor it slowly, bite by bite.
Master Xuanzhen couldn't resist and followed his disciple's lead, carefully taking a bite of the pink ice cream he was holding.
Instantly, a cool and sweet taste spread in my mouth.
His cloudy eyes suddenly brightened considerably, revealing a satisfied expression.
Compared to someone else, his eating manners were noticeably more rude.
And they ate very quickly, as if they weren't afraid of the cold at all.
He quickly devoured the ice cream, still looking like he wanted more. He smacked his lips and glanced at the water stain that had accidentally dripped onto the ground.
oops!
I was so focused on eating the top of the ice cream that I didn't notice the bottom had already melted, which is a shame.
Master Xuanzhen looked at Zhao Yunjin with a smile: "Disciple, where did you get this ice cream? Do you have any more?"
This expression is completely different from before; it's like he's a different person.
He just ate peach-flavored ice cream, and you could taste the rich peach flavor. It's a good thing this apprentice has some conscience; he still remembers that his father's favorite fruit is peach.
Moreover, this ice cream was so refreshing and delicious. Its icy and cool taste made him feel much better after eating one. He hadn't had much of an appetite lately, but now he felt a little hungry.
Zhao Yunjin replied softly, "It was a gift from a friend."
Which friend?
Master Xuanzhen muttered to himself: My disciple only has a few friends, and he knows them all. Couldn't he just tell him their names? Could it be that he's secretly making new friends behind his back?
Surprisingly, he actually guessed it.
"I just met him, and even if I told you his name, you wouldn't recognize him."
Seeing his anxious expression, Zhao Yunjin stopped beating around the bush and said, "She is currently selling ice cream under the shade of a tree next to the temple."
Master Xuanzhen pursed his lips and complained, "You should have said so earlier."
This apprentice loved to tease him.
"call out!"
He vanished from Zhao Yunjin's sight in an instant.
As he ran to the front yard, a young monk called out to him, "Master Xuanzhen, a distinguished person has come specifically to have their fortune told. Will you take this big order?"
Master Xuanzhen, who was only thinking about ice cream, originally intended to refuse, but hesitated when he heard the words "big order".
He pretended not to care, "How big?"
The young monk smiled slyly and held up one index finger: "One thousand taels of silver."
Without a second thought, he immediately replied, "Answer!"
Such a big fish, anyone who doesn't take it is a complete fool.
He has already made up his mind.
We must finish this quickly.
With this thousand taels of silver, I can buy as many ice creams as I want without any problem.
This large water fish is the fourth prince.
While he was talking with Master Xuanzhen in the meditation room, Lin Qianyu, who had come with him to pray for blessings, was also busy.
She was standing with her personal maid under the marriage tree in front of the temple, looking around.
Her personal maid leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I saw the Sixth Prince's personal guards patrolling the area. I believe he's nearby."
"Um."
After a cup of tea, Lin Qianyu indeed spotted Zhao Yunjin.
She took small, quick steps, slowly walked to Zhao Yunjin's side, bowed to him, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice:
"Sixth Prince, what a coincidence."
Seeing that he ignored her, Lin Qianyu clenched her fist, bit her lip lightly, mustered her courage, looked at him, and continued, "This humble woman has been sending a large number of people to look for the divine physician, and I estimate that we will soon have news of his whereabouts."
"Sixth Prince, although our engagement has been called off, it wasn't my intention. I believe the scar on your face will soon heal, and then..."
Seeing that she wanted to continue nagging, Zhao Yunjin stopped her in time, his tone extremely cold: "My affairs are none of the business of outsiders."
Upon hearing the word "outsider," Lin Qianyu's face turned pale instantly.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yunjin added, "As for the divine physician, I no longer need him."
For some reason, he inexplicably believed that Yu Zhizhi would have a way to heal the scars on his face.
Watching the departing figure, Lin Qianyu stood there, almost grinding her teeth to powder, trying her best to suppress her easily angered temper.
Why doesn't he need a miracle doctor to heal him?
She couldn't understand it.
Does he really not care about his physical imperfections? But she does!
He was so cold-blooded and indifferent, completely unyielding, that she really didn't know where to begin.
Why isn't he as easily manipulated as the Fourth Prince, who is completely obedient to her?
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