There's something wrong with the lonely princess

Li Shengjing really left when he said he was going, but before he left, he looked at Xie Yiyan with worried eyes, he stopped talking several times, and finally bowed to Yikong.

"Please save him!"

Then he turned around and left, with a decisive back, which made people feel sad.

Sifang watched the man go away, and complained to his master in a low voice: "Master, are you going too far? That benefactor is still injured. We are a Buddhist place of mercy, how can you drive people out?"

"Where's your compassionate heart?" Sifang groaned, dissatisfied with what the great monk did.

While inspecting the poison on Xie Yiyan's wound, Yikong sighed: "Do you know who that person is?"

"I do not know."

"Prince Da Xia Jing."

When Sifang heard this, he immediately ran out, chased and looked out, but he could only see a stumbling figure, he was very anxious: "Master, let's call him back, that is the prince, how can you drive him away. "

"Hmph. Every day, little monk, the Buddha said what the Buddha said. Do you remember what the Buddha said?" Yikong didn't raise his head.

"That's right, all living beings are equal, and the prince is also a living being." The little monk muttered, and then he came back obediently: "No wonder the Buddha said that all living beings are suffering. It turns out that the prince is also suffering. Finally, I understand."

"What do you understand?" Yikong took the dagger and told the little monk to take a candle and light it.

Sifang: "Master, you see that he is still a prince and yet he is still so miserable, and he still needs to be rescued by us. It can be seen that what the Buddha said is correct, that is, all living beings are suffering, and princes also have the suffering of princes. Master, am I right?"

"En." Yikong said perfunctorily, and concentrated on cleaning up Xie Yiyan's wounds.

The master was busy and had no time to talk to him. After wandering around, he found that he had nothing to do. Seeing that there was no water in the kitchen, he decided to go down the mountain to get some water with two buckets.

Humming Buddhist scriptures, bouncing all the way, passing by the shed halfway up the mountain, and turning back, looking at Prince Jing leaning against the shed, he did not move.

Li Shengjing was a little tired, and was resting against a piece of wood. Seeing the young monk staring at him, he also raised his head to look up the mountain, and then felt a little helpless: "Isn't it okay here? Then I'll go down a bit."

As he said that, he got up and walked down.

The little monk quickly shook his head: "No, why didn't you leave?"

There was a pale smile on the corner of Li Shengjing's mouth: "Of course I'm waiting for him."

"Do you want to wait here all the time?" Sifang looked at the dilapidated small shed, because it rained before, the shed has almost no roof, and it was built for passers-by to rest before. A gust of wind blows it away.

No matter how you look at it, it is not a place to rest.

"Otherwise, it's the same if you go down the mountain and find a suitable place to wait. My master said he would save him."

Li Shengjing shook his head and didn't say too much, and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind: "Little master, go get some water."

"you……"

Sifang looked at him, hesitated and didn't know what to say, he could only sigh, and continued to fetch water. When he came up again with the bucket, he looked at the people in the shed a few more times, and returned to the temple. When he was inside, his little face pouted.

Yikong was decocting the medicine, and seeing the young monk's melancholy look, the fan knocked him on the head: "What's the matter? After going down the mountain to fetch water, he came back unhappy, and he wanted to be lazy in his feelings?"

"I'm not lazy, master, I saw the prince benefactor." The little monk came and sat next to the big monk.

"He went down the mountain?" The monk nodded, "That's good."

"Didn't go down the mountain." Sifang buttoned his master's sleeves, complaining a bit: "In the small shed halfway up the mountain, there is nothing in that shed, only two big rocks inside, he said he was waiting there, master, Is the benefactor still injured? What does he eat, drink, and sleep at night? Master, you are too cruel, can't you let him come back?"

"What do you know?" Yikong fanned the stove and sighed, "Do you know what your elder brother is related to that person?"

"I don't know." The little monk shook his head honestly: "Should be friends, right? Looks good."

"I don't know either." Yi Kong sighed: "Your elder brother's identity is not simple. Let me tell you, his father is the current Lord Shoufu, and His Royal Highness has a crown princess who is the eldest daughter of Shoufu."

"Then they are relatives." Sifang's eyeballs rolled around: "Isn't this a good thing? Master, let's call him back?"

"You know what a fart!" Yi Kong patted the little monk on the head again: "The Xie family only has your elder brother, and he is the eldest lady who was raised as a girl since childhood."

"Then are they husband and wife?" The little monk didn't understand: "But..."

"That's the problem." Yikong lowered his voice: "The imperial decree from the emperor wants to marry the Xie family, but the Xie family is only your elder brother. Where did you get the girl?"

Sifang scratched his head: "Then they will be married."

"Naive!" Yikong said helplessly: "This is the crime of deceiving the emperor, and it will kill you."

"And you didn't hear what he called your elder brother? What's the matter? I watched your elder brother grow up. What's the restlessness? It's obviously a fake name used to fool the prince."

"what?"

Yikong said again: "Xie Shoufu is not an ordinary person, he is an old fox, I guess he may have received a female doll from somewhere, and married it as a girl from the Xie family. As for why your senior brother ran to the prince again Those around us, we don't know what happened in the middle, we have to ask him after he wakes up."

"Don't blame the master for being cruel. It's really a big deal. Neither of us will lie. The prince is also a human being. If he accidentally slipped his mouth and let him realize that there is a problem with your senior brother's identity, But it's not about your senior brother's own safety, but also implicating the Xie family, if it doesn't work out, it's a serious crime of killing everyone, you know?"

Yikong said earnestly: "So, it is for the good of your elder brother to drive him away, do you understand now?"

Sifang twisted his face, cried and asked: "Why did you want to be raised as a girl? It's strange."

"He is destined to die." Yikong looked at the medicine pot and sighed: "Being a male doll is not enough to live, and only being a female doll can live long in a deep boudoir. Do you think he is obedient? If he doesn't come out, do it well." How could his eldest lady have such a thing? Do you know what kind of poison hook kiss is? Seeing blood seals the throat and kills people. This poison is the most difficult to cure. Shenhou, I have already met Lord Yan at this moment."

"Master, senior brother's poison is hard to cure, can you solve it?"

Yi Kong: "I'm sure I can. What kind of eyes do you have? Doubt me? Let me tell you, forget it, you little brat doesn't understand anything, and the medicine is ready, so why don't you pour it out for your senior brother."

"Okay." The little monk was very diligent, and after pouring the medicine, he hesitated and asked: "Master, what about the prince benefactor? He has no food, no place to sleep, and no one to change the wound."

"Go, go, go if you want, I stopped you?" Yi Kong waved his hand: "Remember me, don't say a word to him, dare to say something, the Buddha will not let you go."

"Don't say it, definitely not." The little monk covered his mouth: "I won't tell him a single unnecessary word, master, don't worry, I will definitely not cause trouble to the elder brother."

"It's more or less the same." Yikong nodded: "Go, it's cold on the mountain at night, bring him a quilt."

"Uh-huh."

Sifang ran away in a flash, Yikong looked at the child's back and shook his head: "This child has the heart of a Buddha."

When the cold wind blew up at night, Li Shengjing rubbed his arms, looked up at the stars in the sky, his expression was a little dull, he hadn't seen the stars for a long time, the starry sky after the heavy rain was washed clean, deep blue, the starry sky was as low as As if within reach, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch anything.

"Zian, you must get better soon, get better soon." Li Shengjing prayed, and then coughed in a low voice. Under the moonlight, his face was as pale as paper.

"Donor? Donor, I brought you something."

The little monk was carrying a bedroll on his back, holding a bunch of odds and ends in his hands, and trotted over humming all the way, first came in and stuffed two big steamed buns for Li Shengjing.

"Donor, you eat first, this one is still hot."

"Little Master..."

"Just call me Sifang." The little monk put down the quilt and explained to Li Shengjing: "It's cold on the mountain, my master asked to deliver the quilt to the benefactor, don't worry, benefactor, my master is still kind, he just..."

He quickly covered his mouth in the middle of the sentence: "Anyway, that's it. If you don't want to leave, you can do it here. I will come to deliver food to you every day from now on."

"Thank you, Little Master Sifang, for your hard work." Li Shengjing coughed a few more times while speaking, leaning on the pillars of the wooden shed, looking very haggard.

"Benefactor, your complexion is not good." Sifang hesitated: "Shall I give you a pulse?"

Li Shengjing originally wanted to say that there is no need to trouble him, he knows his body, but he couldn't refuse the little monk's earnest eyes, so he could only extend his hand: "Thank you, little master."

"It's okay." Sifang stepped up and frowned: "Donor, you have a fever, you can't do this, and you have stagnation in your heart and lungs. I'll prescribe a medicine for you."

Li Shengjing wasn't very worried about his physical condition, his mind was all on Xie Yiyan, and after the little monk had finished speaking, he asked, "Zian, is he alright? Has he woken up? Has the fever subsided? "

"No, he hasn't woken up yet. The poison master said that it is a bit severe, and he needs to be detoxified slowly, but it doesn't matter. The master gave him medicine and drank it." Sifang comforted him: "Don't worry too much, he's fine. It's you, you have to take care of your body, I think you seem to have an old disease, and you can't be careless, don't let him wake up and you will fall down instead."

"Little master is right." Li Shengjing held the steamed bun in his hand and said in a serious tone, "I will, I will be fine, and when he wakes up, I can make amends to him."