Don't grab the halo of the hero and heroine in quick time travel

Chapter 4

Shen Yuan took a step back and broke away from Princess Ning Xuan's inspection: "Amitabha, thank you benefactor for your concern, the poor monk is fine."

The spark in Princess Ning Xuan's eyes went out a little, and she ordered: "Go back to the palace immediately!"

While the guards were handling the corpse and preparing the carriage, Princess Ningxuan took out a handkerchief from her bosom, her fingertips trembling, and pressed the handkerchief on Shen Yuan's wound under Shen Yuan's unclear eyes.

Shen Yuan's arm retracted inaudibly, and then resisted not pulling it out, watching Princess Ning Xuan clumsily tied her sleeves together, and at the same time felt that the wound that had scabbed was bleeding again, Shen Yuan's pretty brows furrowed secretly: "Thank you benefactor."

Shen Yuan put down his left hand and hid it behind his back. The left hand, which had been washed before Princess Ning Xuan could not see, was stained red again, with little blood dripping down the fingertips, and the white jade Buddha beads were also stained with blood. Shen Yuan's pupils flashed Too helpless.

The host frowned, and looked at Shen Yuan's wound that he had just treated briefly, and it was obvious that blood began to ooze again at this moment.

All the way under the urging of Princess Ning Xuan, he hurried to the palace.

When getting out of the car, the host secretly rubbed his ass that was about to be turned into eight petals, and some admired the pampered princess who was still alive and kicking and chirping beside the junior brother.

Fo Ning Dian

The holy monk would go to the palace every year to give lectures to the queen mother. Foning Hall is a clean place allocated by the emperor for the holy monk to live in, and it is located in a remote part of the palace.

The imperial doctor untied the handkerchief, and under Princess Ning Xuan's half-threatening, half-exhorting words, he carefully tore off the sleeves that had stuck to the wound. A half-foot-long wound spanned ferociously across his forearm with some wooden thorns. .

Seeing that the wound was bleeding again, Ning Xuan stared at the imperial doctor with an unfriendly expression: "Bleeding again, you quack doctor, will you treat it, please be gentle! Believe it or not, this princess wants your brain...to hit you."

Shen Yuan treated the wound with a gentle expression, but when he heard her threat, he frowned, a little disapproving.

A certain princess who originally wanted to threaten the imperial doctor's head changed her words in a cowardly manner. It was completely different from the savagery of the previous threat. She confiscated her for a while and almost bit her tongue.

Shen Yuan watched gently as the imperial doctor was about to apply medicine after cleaning the wound, and immediately stopped him: "Hold on, benefactor!"

The imperial doctor stopped immediately, the holy monk in front of him was invited by the queen mother, not to mention that no one in the imperial city knew who didn't know, the thirteenth princess had been infatuated with the holy monk for a long time, and now she was watching beside the thirteenth princess, After finally treating the wound tremblingly, when Shen Yuan stopped him, the imperial doctor turned pale with fright.

"Amitabha, don't be alarmed!" Shen Yuan looked at the imperial doctor's face and comforted him with a pleasant expression.

Then he looked at the maid next to him: "Benefactor, can you find a needle, thread and candle for the poor monk?"

The maid heard the words and immediately went to prepare.

"The emperor is here! The queen mother is here! The regent is here!" A shrill voice sounded.

Everyone knelt down to greet him immediately.

The emperor had already given the holy monk the privilege of not having to bow down. Shen Yuan stood up, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Shen Yuan glanced at the regent who was standing calmly beside the emperor and queen mother, his eyes slightly covered.

Yin Xuan happened to meet Shen Yuan's eyes for a short while when he looked over, he was stunned, and then restrained himself without showing any emotion.Seeing those familiar eyes, his mind kept circling the eyes that penetrated into the bone marrow when he was a child, and at this moment they slowly overlapped with Shen Yuan's eyes, no difference.

"Stay flat!" The emperor put on airs before letting everyone stand up, and then looked at the imperial doctor with concern: "How is the injury of the holy monk?"

"This..." The imperial doctor hesitated to speak.

It happened that the maid brought the needle and thread.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Shen Yuan tugged at the open and white wound, took the needle and thread and baked it on the candle, and then began to sew up the wound.

The regent's indifferent eyes flashed inquiring, but when he saw Shen Yuan indifferently shuttling the wound back and forth with a needle and thread, his heart felt turbulent. Looking at the hideous wound on his arm, his brows frowned imperceptibly. , a tingling pain in my heart, seemingly grateful but not seeming, I forced myself to hold back the steps I wanted to move forward.

"Shen Yuan!" Ning Xuan exclaimed.

The host immediately squatted down to support his injured arm. Although there was no obvious expression on his face, the left hand holding the Buddhist beads at the moment was slightly white due to too much force.

The empress dowager took a deep look at Ning Xuan with her calm eyes, and then at the emperor.

And Shen Yuan's expression was still gentle, and he shuttled the bent needle thread back and forth on his left arm wound.

After suturing, Shen Yuan looked at the imperial doctor: "Please ask the benefactor to help the poor monk apply the medicine."

"Don't dare!" The imperial doctor bandaged Shen Yuan with doubts.

Then he saluted the emperor and replied: "Your Majesty, the wound on the holy monk's arm is long and deep. Fortunately, it did not hurt the meridian bone, but the treatment is late, and there may be swelling and ulcers."

"Use the best medicine for the holy monk to ensure the recovery of the holy monk's body." The emperor ordered immediately after hearing the words.

"Yes!" The imperial physician replied tremblingly.

"Abbot?" The emperor was a little puzzled by the abbot who appeared next to him. Although the holy monk was called to the palace to give a lecture in advance this year, the abbot never went with him.

"Amitabha, I have seen His Majesty the Emperor! I have seen the Empress Dowager! I have seen the Regent!" The host clasped his hands together and bowed to the Emperor and others.

"This old monk entered the palace privately without being summoned. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"What's the crime of presiding? If it weren't for the busy things in the temple, I should ask more presiding officers to come to the palace to pray for the queen mother."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After the presiding officer thanked the emperor, he bowed to the empress dowager again:
"I came here today to apologize for my younger brother's return to secular life. Originally, the matter of my younger brother's return to secular life should not bother Your Majesty, but it happened to be summoned by the Empress Dowager to plead guilty."

"Return vulgar!"

Everyone looked at the sitting monk Shen Yuan in surprise, only to find that the monk Shen Yuan was not wearing cassock at this time.

Princess Ningxuan's cheeks were flushed and her beautiful eyes were full of splendor. Although the emperor's face was peaceful and somewhat surprised, the depths of his pupils suddenly sank...

Everyone present looked different.

Shen Yuan got up and tidied his sleeves, walked over and stood half a step behind the host, folded his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the fate of the poor monk is not over yet, only by becoming the fate of the world can you completely convert to my Buddha."

Shen Yuan looked at the Empress Dowager, and confessed: "The poor monk is no longer a holy monk at this time, so naturally he is not qualified to lecture for the Empress Dowager, please forgive me."

The queen mother glanced at her expressionless son, and naturally understood what her son was thinking. If Shen Yuan returned to vulgarity, his plan might not be able to be carried out.

The Empress Dowager asked Shen Yuan kindly: "The holy monk is an orphan and grew up in a monastery. How can he talk about fate?"

"Fate is determined by heaven, fate comes and goes, fate arises and dies, and when fate comes, it will naturally be silent." Shen Yuan replied calmly.

The queen mother seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated to speak, but Shen Yuan didn't give her a chance to think, and continued:

"Everyone in the world knows that the poor monk is a Buddha, but how can he become a Buddha if the mortal relationship is not over?"

What Shen Yuan said was very ingenious. People used to call it a living Buddha, but Shen Yuan severely stopped it. Now, the old story is brought up again, and he said that he cannot become a Buddha if he is not destined to be a Buddha, which blocked the minds of the queen mother and the emperor.

Hearing Shen Yuan's words, the Queen Mother couldn't say anything more, if she added more obstacles, she would hinder the holy monk from becoming a Buddha. Although she was the queen mother, she didn't want to bear the "crime" of the holy monk's prestige among the people.

I had no choice but to ask: "The fate of the world is not over yet? The holy monk needs help!"

Shen Yuan shook his head slightly.

The Empress Dowager didn't say anything else, and planned to leave with the emperor, but the regent had no intention of leaving. The regent looked at Shen Yuan with an indifferent but unquestionable tone: "My mother believes in Buddhism, and this time I heard that the holy monk came to Beijing to invite her."

"I……"

If you want to meet the old concubine, it is not difficult to ensure that you will not be recognized by the old concubine, so Shen Yuan does not intend to meet the old concubine, and wants to refuse by himself, but the regent did not give him a chance to refuse, and interrupted him .

"My mother's respect for eminent monks has nothing to do with whether the holy monks return to lay life. Could it be that the Buddhist scriptures have been forgotten after the holy monks have returned to lay life?"

"Of course not!"

"So, please!"

"This..." The host stepped forward to stop it.

The regent didn't give the host any chance to intercept him: "Don't worry, the host! This king is not a scourge, and I won't eat your junior brother."

The emperor gently said to the two: "Xiaoxuan, the holy monk has been weak since he was a child, and today he was injured again after being exhausted. The host is just worried that the holy monk has no other intentions, so let's let the holy monk rest well tonight. People sent the holy monk to the Prince Regent's Palace."

No matter how much the emperor fears the regent, he must pretend to be nonchalant in front of others, and if necessary, pretend to be kind and caring from his elders.

The regent looked at Shen Yuan's pale face, no longer insisted, nodded coldly, and said: "After the court tomorrow morning, this king will personally come to pick up the holy monk!"

After speaking, he turned and left without giving the emperor any eyes. The emperor still had a gentle smile on his face, but under the dragon robe, his hands were clenched into fists, and the palms were pierced by nails due to excessive force.

After the emperor and others left, the imperial doctor looked at Shen Yuan, a little bit tangled and hesitant to speak.

Shen Yuan saw his doubts, and asked gently: "Does the benefactor have any doubts that need to be answered by the poor monk?"

The imperial doctor's old wrinkled face was tangled into a ball, and then he took a deep breath before asking, "I don't know what the holy monk does when he treats the wound like this?"

"This treatment can promote wound healing, save drugs to a certain extent, reduce the chance of wound suppuration, and the sooner the wound is treated, the faster the recovery."

"Well, I don't know..." The imperial doctor looked at Shen Yuan's left arm in surprise and excitement when he heard the explanation, resisting the urge to study it carefully. If such medical skills can be used on the battlefield... Although he knows that the holy monk Compassionate but dare not be too straightforward after all.

"If the benefactor wants to learn, the poor monk will explain it in detail some other day!"

"Really?" the doctor asked in surprise.

"Amitabha, monks do not lie!"

"The great justice of the holy monk!" The imperial doctor admired the series.

(End of this chapter)