When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

After bidding farewell to that person, the three of Yin Huai walked on the street, losing the interest to continue shopping.

At this moment, the Shangyuan Lantern Festival is coming to an end, and countless Kongming lanterns are slowly rising in the sky, densely dotted in the night, like stars twinkling with faint candlelight.

Countless people stopped to watch the rare sight at this moment,

Yin Huai put those miscellaneous thoughts behind him, and was going to play for a while before returning to the palace.

So he walked straight forward and said, "Come on, let's go to put the lights on too."

Shuiyueju is a three-storey chic building, located in the most prosperous area, but few people know that Liu Ze is the person behind this place.

There was a room full of people sitting in the secret wing room on the third floor, all of whom were looking forward to the green figure leaning against the window drinking and drinking.

Among them, Wang Taiwei and Lin Shangshu, who are fighting each other for wine, are always quarreling in the court hall and can't tell each other.

The factions in the DPRK and China are clearly divided, headed by Mr. Fang Ge, who is loyal to the emperor and queen mother.

As for those generals, they all disdain to be involved in these errands for power and profit.

"Lord Liu Xiang, the Empress Dowager cares so much about your marriage... Could there be something tricky about it?"

The blue figure in front of the window turned his head, it was Yanagisawa.

If there are others here, they will definitely be surprised. After all, no one would have thought that Mr. Liu Xiang, known as the pillar of the Qing Dynasty, would have anything to do with forming a party for personal gain.

Liu Ze smiled slightly: "She is naturally afraid."

"She is afraid that I will join forces with the Fang family and threaten her status even more."

The Empress Dowager Yin was not overly concerned. As the elders of the three dynasties, the Fang family was loyal and loyal. Fang Yide was the chief assistant of the cabinet, and his peaches and plums were all over the world.

"The Fang family's move is useless." The British Duke poured wine for him.

Fang Yide is a rare person in the court who is loyal to the queen mother, no matter how they hint and persuade, he still remains unmoved.

The Empress Dowager was afraid of Liu Ze, and even looked at the people around him as unpleasant. If Liu and Fang became in-laws, Empress Dowager Fang would definitely be more suspicious of the other family.

Liu Ze smiled, took a sip of his wine, and remained silent.

"It's a pity, Fang Yide is a loyal minister."

The British Duke sighed, he was the only one among them who knew Liu Ze's real life experience, otherwise he would not have helped him.

"It's good to be a loyal minister, but it's a pity that loyalty is in the wrong place."

"The one above won't be sitting for long."

"The empress dowager can't help it either, she is not satisfied with listening to the government behind the curtain, she wants to ascend the throne in a fair manner and be the first empress of all ages.

"A woman, a young child, wants to control the government and thinks she can sit in this position." The British Duke sneered.

"Tell me, that person who suddenly said that he wanted to marry Fang's daughter, could it be..."

"How is it possible, you overestimated that one."

"That's right, haha, come on, let me offer you a toast."

Liu Ze was noncommittal, just smiled and raised his glass in return.

At this time, almost everyone in the room was drunk, only Liu Ze seemed to be okay, he had a taste of everything, he was sure, and he never showed any gaffes.

When he put down the wine cup, his eyes glanced outside the building inadvertently, and he didn't know what he saw, and his eyes paused slightly.

At this time, many people were gathering by the river to release Kongming lanterns.

There was a familiar figure in the crowd. He was not wearing the usual bright yellow dragon robe, and he also had an expression on his face that he had never seen before.

I saw him closing his eyes and making a wish, I don't know what wish he made, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, against the background of the river lamp, it was charming and moving.

Liu Ze stared at him for a moment, then looked away lightly, held the wine cup in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and finally raised his head and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

……

On February [-], the sky was clear.

Anguo Temple is located on the top of Fragrant Hills. At this time on weekdays, there are many carriages of high officials and nobles parked in front of the temple, all of whom come to offer incense and pray for blessings.

The people of the Yin Dynasty firmly believed in the theory of gods and Buddhas. On this day, not only masters from all over the world would come here to give lectures, but also the national teachers of the current dynasty would appear.

This year is no exception.

Yin Huai walked along the corridor with the host master, and the mottled white wall could be vaguely seen among the green willows. Ping Xi and Chong Cang always kept one step behind and followed behind him.

Yin Huai confirmed curiously, "Is Master Guoshi here?"

"Yes."

Not far away, several young men in brocade clothes also stepped into the threshold of the temple. One of the young men in purple clothes with handsome features glanced in the direction of Yin Huai inadvertently, and then stopped suddenly.

"Brother Jin, why are you so dazed, Meng Er is still waiting for us."

Lin Jinzhi couldn't hear what his companion was saying at this time, his eyes followed the leaving figure of that person until he disappeared, and then he regained his senses.

So the emperor is here too...

Pushing open the wooden door and stepping into the house, Yin Huai could only feel the scent of incense coming in, the prayer flags were flying, and the Buddha statues were neatly arranged, and the statue in the center without exception enshrined the God of Yan.

Yin Huai looked at the two sitting in the seat, they obviously cultivated different ways, but they were very harmonious.

Shi Jiji still looked the same as when he was in Mingjing Mountain. He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and his silver-white hair was scattered on the ground.

But Yin Huai knew it was not like that.

Sure enough, when he took a few steps closer, Shi Jiji seemed to have noticed something, raised his eyelids, and looked towards him.

The presiding abbot who was chanting at the side clasped his hands together, nodded to him, and saluted.

"I don't know that His Highness is coming, so I am far away from welcoming you."

The monk spoke very sincerely, even if he didn't want to lift his butt.

"Abbot, you're being polite." Yin Huai sat down sternly, showing off his arrogance and arrogance, and looked Shi Ji up and down.

"The national teacher still manages the affairs of the Buddhist family?"

Facing his provocation, Shi Jiji remained indifferent, "I will take care of all unspeakable things in the world."

His tone was calm, his voice was extremely light and weak, and he spoke it without haste, as if he didn't realize how arrogant his words were.

Shi Jiji was the only one who didn't have to call himself a vassal in front of Yin Huai, from this we can see his special identity.

Yin Huai took the incense from the little novice, and was led by the presiding officer to open it to the main hall. This is an annual tradition, and the emperor personally presents the first stick of incense.

After inserting the incense, Yin Huai kowtowed a few more times according to the rules, and the wish he made in his heart was to bless him with a successful escape as usual.

"I don't know what your highness wished?"

Yin Huai had a serious expression on his face: "Bless the Great Yin with good weather and good fortune for thousands of years."

"The emperor is concerned about the country and the people, and the Buddha will definitely sympathize with His Highness's love for the people."

The master went to fetch scriptures to bring to Queen Mother Yin, so Yin Huai had to stay with Shi Jiji and wait for him.

He was bored, so he took a chessboard to play chess,

"I went to see the Lantern Festival a few days ago, and it was really lively."

"..."

"There are beautiful girls, two-headed snakes, and people who do acrobatics and sell goods." Yin Huai looked at Shi Ji from the sidelines, and there was a hint of showing off in his tone.

"Looking at Master Guoshi's non-smoking appearance, I must have never seen it before." Yin Huai deliberately slowed down his tone.

"Master Guoshi doesn't want to enter the world, but he is afraid of being fascinated by the world of flowers and flowers, so he doesn't want to go back to the deep mountains and old forests to guard?"

Shi Jiji finally made a movement, he raised his eyes slightly,

"There is nothing else in my heart."

Yin Huai curled his lips: "Master National Teacher is too boring, no different from wood."

Ping Xi was covered in cold sweat listening to it, knowing that this is a national teacher whom even the Empress Dowager respects somewhat, so what should His Highness do?

But even after hearing such words, Shi Jiji didn't show the slightest sign of getting angry, just like a stone born without the slightest emotion.

Just staring at the chess game in front of him, he made a move, and said in a calm tone, "Your Highness lost."

Seeing that it was a foregone conclusion, Yin Huai casually threw the sunspots in his hand into the chess basket, stood up, looked at him condescendingly, and said foolishly: "I was just joking, I think the Master of the State will not be angry with me Bar."

Not to mention others, Yin Huai himself felt that his behavior deserved a beating.

Shi Jiji's eyes lightly fell on him, and he shook his head, not knowing what it meant.

From the gilded incense burner in the house, there is a delicate fragrance, which is different from the ambergris he often uses, and is similar to the faint fragrance of fruit and sweetness.

So he casually asked, "What kind of incense is this?"

The little novice standing beside him quickly responded: "This is pineapple incense, which was sent by the pilgrims in the temple. The abbot thought that His Majesty might not be used to smelling the incense of Buddhist temples, so he used this."

Seeing that the little novice who was answering the question turned pale, Yin Huai comforted him and said, "It's nothing, I just smell good."

Shi Wuji on the side lowered his eyes, picked up the pieces scattered on the chessboard and put them in the chess basket.

This is a god attendant who came in from the outside. As soon as he walked in, he smelled the smell in the room, and his complexion suddenly changed.

"What kind of incense is this?"

The little monk didn't understand why everyone was asking about this incense, "... pineapple incense."

Hearing this, the servant couldn't help looking at Shi Wuji who was sitting in front of the chessboard. He didn't look this way, but just held the chess piece in his hand and tapped lightly on the table.

Although he didn't say anything, the servant immediately understood what he meant, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Yin Huai took this scene into his eyes and was taken aback for a moment, then as if realizing something, the corners of his lips widened.

After a while, the abbot came back and handed the scriptures in his hand to Yin Huai, and Shi Wuji also stood up, ready to give a lecture.

When Yin Huai and Shi Ji passed by each other, as if they had caught something, they smiled triumphantly.

"It is said that the national teacher is a stone without the slightest desire and distracting thoughts. I can't see it all."

"With nasty things, you are not a rock, you can have feelings, and you are no different from ordinary people.

"......."

Shi Wuji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at him, something flashed quickly in his beautiful light-colored eyes, but he blinked, and then disappeared again.

After leaving the main hall, Yin Huai wanted to go back to the palace, but after leaving the temple, the back mountain is a good place to visit, so he couldn't help but take a look.

But when his eyes touched the pavilion not far away, he couldn't help but stop,

I saw a lot of young men and women sitting in the pavilion, and they knew that they were from a family when they saw the clothes they were wearing, and they must have come out for an outing.

Several teenagers and girls were sitting together, a jade pot was placed in the center, and a few arrows were rubbed in the pot.

But Yin Huai still had sharp eyes, and he saw a familiar black figure sitting in the corner at a glance.

He was drinking with his head down, no matter how the people around him were laughing and fighting, he was unmoved, as if everything had nothing to do with him,

When Yin Huai saw him, he reflexively lowered his head to look at his clothes.

Well, there are no dragons, but there are dragon patterns, which is better than nothing,

Well, here I am.

The boys and girls in the pavilion were playing riddles, shaking their heads and reciting poems, when they were interrupted by a cool and pleasant voice.

"What are you playing?"

Everyone followed the reputation and found that the speaker was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his whole body wanted to be buried in a fox fur cloak. His face was slightly pale, and he looked a little sick and sick.

He just looked over indifferently, his pair of peach blossom eyes were surprisingly beautiful, and a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows added a bit of thrilling beauty.