The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

The prince was seventeen years old, only three years younger than the Prince of Jin.

However, the prince looked a bit bookish. Although his eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to those of Prince Jin, his face shape and nose were not as sharp as those of Prince Jin, and his lips were slightly fuller. He looked less cold and more gentle and sunny.

The emperor glanced at him and frowned, "What are you going to do? Just stay here to keep vigil. As the crown prince, you should do better than your brothers and set a good example."

Is the prince so clingy to Prince Jin?

"If Zhou Ze wants to go, go ahead. Come back and guard." The King of Jin put his hand on the arm of Crown Prince Zhou Ze and said, "Let's go."

He looked as if he had just stood up and was unsteady, so the prince quickly helped him up.

"Father, I will continue to keep vigil when I return."

The emperor snorted and shouted to the princes, "Then the second one should go with us."

The second prince's eyes showed some joy, and he quickly agreed to come over.

"Father, let me support you." He walked over and quickly supported the emperor.

The emperor felt a lot more comfortable immediately.

Look, the second child is more sensible and knows who to be close to.

The group went to the ancestral temple in a grand procession.

When Nanny Qing woke up today, she felt refreshed. The tiredness she felt yesterday had completely disappeared, and she didn't have any dreams last night.

I slept soundly all night without any dreams until dawn.

She took the small sachet out from her inner pocket and looked at it for a long time.

Could it be that the talisman drawn by Miss Lu Er is indeed effective?

But this is too magical.

Nanny Qing thought of the butler. In fact, the butler had not slept well in the past few days, but because he was not that close to Qingyin and Qingbao, he naturally did not tell the two maids about this.

She took the sachet and went to find the butler Yun Bo.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Yun Bo sighed, "You know, with the prince's health condition, how can I sleep well? I have nightmares as soon as I lie down."

Nanny Qing handed over the sachet.

"Put this on you when you go to bed tonight."

Yun Bo was puzzled, "Why?"

This is ochre red in color. Why would an old man like him sleep with such a sachet?

"Let me go if you ask me to! We'll meet again tomorrow!"

Aunt Qing stuffed the sachet into his hand unhappily and glared at him sternly, "You must wear it to sleep!"

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Yun Bo looked at her back in confusion and muttered, "This old woman is so fierce."

He shuddered a bit, but still put the sachet into his arms.

At the ancestral temple, the emperor and his entourage had already arrived.

The tablets on the altar were all in neat order, except for one, which fell over.

Prince Jin recognized the tablet at a glance. It was his father's.

What's going on?

"So, the thing that fell down is the tablet of the retired emperor?" asked the emperor.

The great monk Zhishen, Sizhen and Jiechi were standing by. When Zhishen was about to speak, Jiechi responded with something innocent.

"Yeah, I can't get up."

"Amitabha." Zhishen stepped forward and blocked Jie Chi's way. "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my nonsense, my inferior disciple is still young."

Of course, the emperor would not bother with a little monk at this moment.

What he found strange was that the tablet was really impossible to prop up?

"Prince, go and take a look."

Prince Zhou responded and walked over to pick up the tablet.

"But the base is unstable?" asked the emperor.

The prince checked it carefully and found nothing wrong. "Father, the base is very stable, smooth, and balanced."

It's not top-heavy.

"So that's the wind blowing?"

After the emperor finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment because he didn't feel any wind.

The Prince of Jin watched the Crown Prince put the tablet back in place, his expression indifferent, "Just wait and see."

Look how the tablet fell down under the eyes of so many people.

"Since I'm here, I'll light some incense." The emperor felt it was a bit strange to just stand there.

Zhishen quickly lit the incense sticks and came over.

The Crown Prince and the Second Prince also held incense. When they offered it to Prince Jin, Prince Jin waved his hand and said, "I don't need it."

I feel it is a bit strange, why not use it?

The Emperor, the Crown Prince and the Second Prince knelt down and burned incense. After the incense was inserted into the incense burner, they stared at the tablet intently.

After a long while, the tablet remained motionless and steady.

The emperor looked at Zhishen.

"What's going on?" Didn't you say it can't be helped up?

I was deeply surprised.

Sizhen and Jiechi looked at each other, and the two brothers scratched their round and shiny heads in confusion at the same time.

"Huh......"

"Are you teasing me?" The emperor frowned.

Zhishen quickly chanted Amitabha, "Your Majesty, how could this poor monk joke about the tablet of the Emperor Emeritus?"

The emperor thought so too.

I have known Zhishen for more than ten years, and he is not that kind of person. He has always been quite stable.

"Then what's going on?"

"Perhaps, the Emperor was thinking about the Emperor and the Crown Prince coming to burn incense?" Jie Chi answered first, "Now that the Emperor and the Crown Prince are here, the Emperor is no longer in a bad mood."

This made everyone a little confused. Is this true?

They waited for a while, but the tablet did not fall.

"Okay, as long as you're alright, let's go back to the palace."

The emperor and his men left first, but the Prince of Jin did not move. He then walked over and held the incense, "Father, I already have a fiancée and have returned to the capital. I promised you that I would not leave. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

He put the incense in the incense burner.

"Your life span was originally linked to mine, and you almost took me with you when you left. Now that I've been brought back to life by Lu Zhaoling, are you not satisfied?"

Snapped.

The tablet fell down.

Prince Jin: “….”

His eyebrows twitched.

He straightened the tablet again, "Do you really want me to die with you?"

The tablet did not fall over.

Logically speaking, this is impossible.

King Jin found it ridiculous. Could it be that this tablet could really hear him? Was it really responding to him?

He thought for a moment and asked again, "Then you can't be dissatisfied with Lu Zhaoling being my princess, right?"

"Snapped!"

The tablet fell over again!

A little bald head popped out of the door.

Prince Jin froze in place, looking at the fallen tablet.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his shock.

"Are you really dissatisfied? Then I will bring her here next time and you can talk to her in person." Prince Jin turned and left.

After he left, Xiao Jiechi ran in again, straightened the tablet and bowed.

"Your Majesty, you don't like the Princess of Jin? Hey, does the Prince of Jin have a princess? Is she ugly, so you don't like her? How ugly must she be?"

It was so ugly that even the tablet of the retired emperor came into being!

From this moment on, Jie Chi's curiosity about the future Princess Jin reached its highest point.

The next day, Nanny Qing went to find the housekeeper as soon as she got up.

It was already bright outside, but Yun Bo, who usually got up earlier than the chickens, was still not awake.

"Lao Yun! Get up quickly!" Nanny Qing slammed the door.