The witch doctor's character can't be broken

Beijing, early winter.

On the fifteenth day of today, Prince Xuan's Mansion pulled out an Babaoxiang chariot, escorted by two teams of guards, and headed slowly towards the Huguo Temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

King Xuan is the posthumous son of the late emperor and the nephew of the current emperor. His status is different from that of other clans, and he received far more preferential treatment than others.

The people at the foot of the imperial city were two more careful than those in other places, so they consciously and silently avoided the guards without chasing them away.Only when the gorgeous frame with gold and colorful decorations has gone far away can we dare to chat with each other.

"This is Prince Xuan?"

"That's not true! I was sick a few months ago, and now I'm back when I feel better!"

"No wonder I see the imperial doctor beating this street all the time. It turns out that this person is sick..."

Today's son does not have a prince under his knees, so the throne has to fall back to the lineage of the Tai | Ancestor.

Shengdou Xiaomin grumbled a few words, but he didn't dare to say anything blatantly. He said something vaguely, and then went away to take care of his own business.

The Huguo Temple is full of incense, and the pilgrims who come and go are either rich or noble, and various car frames are lined up on the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, there are a few sweet words from the female relatives.

The eight-treasure chariot of Prince Xuan's mansion stopped slowly, and the servants following behind hurriedly put down the pier, like helping a pregnant woman who was pregnant with Liujia, and helped the prince out of the chariot.

Xuan Wang Zhao Ji was in his twenties, he was wearing a python robe and jade belt, and the small crown on his head was bestowed by the imperial court, which clearly showed the great love that the current emperor has for him.

"Qiwen, slow down."

He let go of the servant's hand, turned around and smiled slightly at the person leaning out from the frame.

Zhao Ji is a royal family made of gold and jade, and every gesture is full of royal nobility.He was born delicate and fair, with some honesty and open-mindedness in his handsomeness, only his female-like eyelashes showed a little bit of romance.

The people in the carriage were not moved by this thoughtfulness, turned sideways to avoid King Xuan's arm, and jumped out of the carriage nimbly.

He looked respectful and authentic: "Xiaosheng dare not work for the prince."

"Chen Qiwen!"

Zhao Ji frowned, as if he was annoyed that he didn't know how to praise him and failed his good intentions, but when he saw the young man in the blue-gray Confucian shirt, he sighed helplessly.

"It won't work if you miss the auspicious time, let's go in quickly."

The guards silently cleared the way, and lined up with the servants on both sides to guard His Highness Xuan Wang, turning a deaf ear to the tricks of the prince and Chen Qiwen.

Zhongqi Duwei Shen Yulin was dispatched to Xuanwang Mansion, and now he is also in the queue, and knows a little about the two of them.

On that day, the Yulin Army welcomed Xuan Wang Zhao Ji back from Tiantai County, and brought back to Beijing with the scholar Chen Qiwen.

Chen Qiwen didn't know why, he couldn't remember the past at all, if he didn't have a document guide on his body, no one would even know his last name.

King Xuan had recuperated for half a month, and he got along with the scholar very well, and talked with him every day.

The emperor sent someone to investigate Chen Sheng's origin, but no news was brought back.Because King Xuan likes him, it is not easy to drive him out of the palace.

From Shen Yulin's point of view, although Chen Sheng's expression was cold, he had an inexplicable and unexplainable daughter's charming posture. It was not a good thing for the prince to get too close to him.

King Xuan is here in person, and if nothing else is said, the female relatives will avoid it first.When everything was in order in the main hall ahead, Zhao Ji straightened his expression, and walked forward together with Chen Qiwen, lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down on the futon.

Chen Qiwen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes but did not make a wish.

Ever since he woke up in Prince Xuan's Mansion, he always felt empty in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what he had lost.

But he just knew that his god and Buddha were not the one sitting upright with a golden body in the Daxiong Hall.

But when Zhao Ji brought him out, he always put on a show.Chen Qiwen's eyes and ears are sharp, and he can vaguely hear Zhao Ji's muttering of "the country is peaceful and the people are safe", and he smirks slightly in his heart.

The futon with jade shavings below the knees was brought out of the palace, and the incense that was brought in was also bestowed by the emperor in the palace. Does the Buddha allow or disapprove of such a grand arrangement?

He has a natural contempt for imperial power and divine power, which is contrary to his status as a scholar, and also appears to be rebellious in this world.

Chen Qiwen hid this contempt very deeply and never let it out.

After Zhao Ji finished praying, he opened his eyes and saw him staring blankly at the Buddha statue on the lotus platform, and coughed lightly: "Shall we go to the back for some fast food?"

Chen Qiwen nodded, and stood up from the futon.

The Huguo Temple is backed by the royal family, and it is magnificently built. Even the vegetarian meals for pilgrims are precious Jiangnan fragrant rice. The side dishes are some stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and there is also a jar of pickled jelly this year. .

Shen Yulin said: "My lord, please wait a moment, the abbot has arranged for your fast meal."

King Xuan is a member of the royal family, and he is more respected than other pilgrims. The monk brought up a bucket of freshly cooked rice, and even a few extra side dishes.

Chen Qiwen took his credit and waited for his servant to serve a bowl for Zhao Ji, and his own bowl was also filled with Japonica rice.

"Qiwen, eat quickly, it will hurt your stomach when it gets cold."

Zhao Ji's gentle and concerned words sounded, making Chen Qiwen bow his head.

Perhaps the abbot of Huguo Temple didn't want to classify all living beings into different classes, but his Buddha was not ruled by the power of the world, and monks who believed in Buddhism could not escape this cage.

His eyes trembled, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ji hastily.

After eating the fast meal, Zhao Ji asked the guards to stay away, took Chen Qiwen's hand, and walked slowly in the mountain temple.

"You always look preoccupied." Zhao Ji pulled up his cloak for him, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

Chen Qiwen shook his head, "It's just that my heart is empty, I don't know what I forgot."

They were dug out of the soil together by Shen Yulin. Zhao Ji couldn't tell who took him from the capital to Zhejiang, and Chen Qiwen couldn't explain why he appeared in the Shan family's house.

Mr. Shan, who had just been vindicated in the lawsuit, was now taken to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for interrogation.After all, this house belongs to his family, and Lei also went to his house that day.

The Ministry of Punishment originally wanted to take Chen Qiwen away, but was stopped by King Xuan.After the emperor knew about it, he had no choice but to instruct Shen Yulin to be on guard secretly.

Zhao Ji knew that he was infected with ghosts, so he had some sympathy for Chen Sheng, and he liked his way of speaking, so he maintained tolerance.

A bell rang on a distant mountain. Chen Qiwen looked far away and pointed to the east: "Where is that?"

Zhao Ji squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I remember there is also a temple there, but it's very small."

Shen Yulin was afraid that they would go there on the spur of the moment, so he hurriedly said: "I have to enter the palace tomorrow, will the prince go back and make some preparations?"

Zhao Ji glanced at Chen Qiwen, seeing that he was no longer talking, he nodded and said: "Then go back home."

The Babaoxiang car was swaying, Chen Qiwen lifted the curtain to look at the vendors at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright white.

"Qiwen—"

Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to find something empty, watched helplessly as he jumped out of the car, then got up from the ground and crawled into the crowd.

The back looks like a baby swallow throwing itself into the forest.

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