Qu Yunmie stayed in Mi Jing's room for only a quarter of an hour, then he pushed the door again and came out with an unhappy look on his face.
The guard looked at his face and asked him cautiously, "Your Majesty, does the Buddhist disciple not want to go back with you?"
Qu Yunmie: “…” He didn’t want to talk.
Not only was she unwilling to go back with him, she was too lazy to even say a word to him! For Xiao Rong's sake, he was polite to Mi Jing and asked him if he had been doing well during these years away, but Mi Jing's answers to him were always one word at a time. Okay, okay, yes. ...
After all, Qu Yunmie had been the King of Zhenbei for more than a year. He had seen many big scenes and had also stayed in the palace for a period of time. He knew what a tactful refusal meant.
Qu Yunmie gritted his teeth. He was a little angry, but not to the point of wanting to kill anyone. After all, Xiao Rong had brainwashed him too many times during this period. Although he didn't like this bald donkey, he subconsciously thought that this bald donkey was very important and he should not be attacked lightly.
Xiao Rong didn't know that he was so obedient. If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have had to waste his breath and even ask for a promise.
It was getting late, so Qu Yunmie went to another room to sleep, planning to come back to see the Buddhist the next day.
Lying on the bed, he rested his head on his arms, thinking of Mi Jing's slightly lowered, seemingly humble but actually fearless attitude, he smiled coldly.
He would go to Mi Jing three times at most. If Mi Jing still had the same attitude after three times, he would not have to endure it anymore. He would just tie him up and carry him back. He remembered what Xiao Rong had said to him accidentally. Xiao Rong said that even if the Buddha's disciples could not be used by him, they could not be used by others, and this should be Xiao Rong's bottom line.
So, Xiao Rong values the Buddhist disciple, but he does not value him to the point where he is indispensable. If he really does not meet his expectations, he will be disrespectful to the Buddhist disciple.
And he, Qu Yunmie, was the one Xiao Rong had personally certified as the only one who could rule.
With this thought in mind, Qu Yunmie fell asleep peacefully. He didn't know what good things he dreamed of. He even laughed softly, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly. …………
That night, only Qu Yunmie slept well without any care in the world. Mi Jing stayed up all night thinking about how to deal with Qu Yunmie, while Xiao Rong stayed in the cramped carriage and couldn't even close his eyes to rest.
Before noon, Xiao Rong finally arrived at the place. The guard led him to the inn. As soon as he arrived at the door of the inn, he felt a familiar feeling of dizziness.
Xiao Rong reflexively held the door of the inn, thinking to himself that something was wrong, and hurried upstairs.
The guards following him were terrified because Xiao Rong was holding the railing with both hands and was swaying with every step, making people worry that he would fall.
Xiao Rong arrived at Mi Jing's door dizzy and just happened to hear Qu Yunmie's voice.
"You are not accepting my toast and you will be punished!"
Inside the door, Qu Yunmie had just finished saying this in a loud voice when the door behind him opened the next second. Qu Yunmie turned his head to look over, and then his face stiffened.
He promised yesterday that he would treat Buddhist disciples well...
Mi Jing first looked up at the door and saw a man standing outside who was more beautiful than the Princess of Kucha. Mi Jing was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the strange King of Zhenbei who didn't say anything.
King Zhenbei stared at the uninvited guest for a long while before he stood up. He asked with some lack of confidence, "Why are you here?"
Then he noticed something strange about the uninvited guest, and he became more confident: "Why do you look so bad? Did you come here overnight?!"
The uninvited guest took a breath and just glanced at King Zhenbei, but did not answer any of his questions. He turned his gaze to Mi Jing, and just as Mi Jing was stunned when he looked at him, he was also stunned when he looked at Mi Jing.
Mi Jing was wearing a gray monk's robe. The monk's robes at that time were not much different from those in the Central Plains. They were both long, wide and somewhat exaggerated, but there were no patterns on the robes and the colors were not as bright as ordinary clothes.
Mi Jing was only wearing a grey outer shirt and a white inner shirt. He sat upright with a long rosary hanging around his neck and a short rosary in his hand. His eyes were bright and his appearance was fresh and handsome. Monks naturally have no hair, but at that time there was no rule for monks to wear scars, so Mi Jing simply shaved his head.
Maybe because he has been running around outside for too long, the top of his head is now blue, and those are the roots of the hair that have not yet grown out.
He was good-looking, with a beautiful head shape. His bald head not only did not detract from his looks, but actually added to his looks. Moreover, even when he was sitting, Xiao Rong could tell that he was a tall and handsome man. In addition, he had a temperament that could calm people's hearts even if he didn't say a word...
Xiao Rong suddenly became unsure whether the story in unofficial history that Mi Jing and Empress Dowager Sun had an affair was fabricated by later generations.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Rong felt that it was understandable that Queen Mother Sun could not control herself. …
He looked at Mi Jing for a long time, and Mi Jing himself felt uncomfortable. The King of Zhenbei, who was ignored by him, was even more uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that his eyes were about to burst into fire.
“Xiao Rong!!!”
Xiao Rong's ears hurt from his shouting. He had come here because he was afraid that Qu Yunmie would do something bad, and he was still complaining about him in his heart. Hearing this, he immediately retorted unhappily: "Why are you so loud, my king?"
Qu Yunmie: “…………” You are so bold!
He was extremely angry, but when he met Xiao Rong's eyes which seemed very righteous, he didn't know what to say. Killing him was impossible; he didn't dare to hit him. Xiao Rong was like a porcelain doll. He usually didn't even dare to touch him for fear of making him sick; as for scolding him, forget it. Why should he humiliate himself?
What's more, Mi Jing is here, and he doesn't want to be laughed at by outsiders.
Qu Yunmie subconsciously looked at Mi Jing, but found that Mi Jing was also looking at him strangely. Qu Yunmie paused slightly, and before he could think of what to say, Xiao Rong followed his gaze and saw the Buddhist disciple who was observing them.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Putting aside his resentment, Xiao Rong said to Qu Yunmie in a serious tone, "I was still worried about the king traveling alone, so I took the initiative to follow him. It seems that the king's conversation with the Buddhist disciple was not satisfactory. I wonder if the king can let me talk with the Buddhist disciple for a while? I have some insights into the Buddhist scriptures, and I want to have a conversation with a great monk like the Buddhist disciple."
Although Xiao Rong did not ask him to leave, Qu Yunmie knew that he actually wanted to talk to the Buddhist disciple alone. However, Qu Yunmie pursed his lips, first looked at the hateful Buddhist disciple who had lowered his head again, and then looked at the hateful Xiao Rong who was waiting for his answer.
Qu Yunmie was silent for a while, then sat down and said, "You guys can talk, just pretend that I'm not here."
Xiao Rong: “…”
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