The Regent is my cat

Why did Yan Chen come here?

Jian Linqing went out to meet him, not far away, the regency dynasty in jade crown and green clothes came to him, Jian Linqing asked him softly, "Why are you here?"

Yan Chen pointed out, "Come to do my filial piety, lest the queen suddenly want you to do my filial piety too."

Jian Linqing laughed, "It's something she can do, is your business okay?"

"Nothing, let's go back after a cutscene."

This idea coincided with Jian Linqing's, and someone from the queen's side came to urge her, and the group set off for the Hall of Great Mercy.

Tables, sofas, pens, inks, papers and inkstones have been set up under the golden Buddha statue with compassionate eyes. The concubines are in one place, and the queen leads the prince and princess in another place, forming two rows. Seeing Yan Chen coming, the queen thought it was him This is here to protect Jian Linqing, but he can only put on a smile on his face, "Xingzhi is really filial to the emperor, and he has a heart to come out at such a time."

Yan Chen smiled without saying a word.

Everyone knows that since the regent returned to Beijing, he will basically not appear in front of people from April to July every year. The reason to the outside world is to cultivate old injuries. It was promised by the emperor, who dares to investigate in private?If something happened, it would be a felony to offend Tian Yan.

It's not that no one took the opportunity to play some tricks secretly, and they were all caught out without exception. After a period of time, there was a lot of panic, and there were many cases of dogs biting dogs. After that, no one dared to play with Yan Chen when he was in Beijing. Careful.

The empress is also quite jealous of Yan Chen, and she pleases her a lot. This person holds the position in the middle palace, but her eldest son always fights against Yan Chen, and he doesn't hold back even after Yan Chen becomes the regent. It's a fantasy to get Yan Chen's support, but Yan Chen can't decide the position of the middle palace alone. Moreover, Yan Chen has no intention of getting close to other princes, so she was not very worried in the past.

However, at this moment, she saw the intimacy and familiarity between the princess regent and Chu Zehan, and the prince regent stood behind them, watching his princess quietly.

She became a little uneasy. If Yan Chen liked Jian Linqing so much, would he support the sick child of the Seventh Prince because of her closeness to Chu Zehan?

She inquired, and the sick man is getting better recently.

This is not a good sign.

She twisted and twisted carefully, and did not delay the business. At this moment, the people in the hall had already made incense in front of the Buddha, and after being infused in the curling Buddha incense for a while, they were allowed to sit down.

Jian Linqing sat down with Yan Chen. As soon as he sat down, he was keenly aware of the gaze that was staring at him. It was King An. He was sitting in a corner, with his princess sitting beside him. Concubine An, compared to Wang An's distinct and hostile presence, Concubine An was thin and pale, silently lowering her head, like a small portrait made of white paper.

He met Wang An's eyes full of covetousness. The latter pulled his lips and wanted to say something, but the queen pressed his shoulder lightly and sneered. He didn't say anything after all, ordering around His princess rubbed ink and flipped the book for him.

Jian Linqing curled his lips in disgust, and met Shang Yanchen's eyes looking at him, and he didn't hide it, he nodded at King An's position, and said something unlucky in a soft voice.

Yan Chen bent his lips very quickly, placed the scriptures and rice paper for Jian Linqing first, and then picked out a suitable pen and handed it to him. in the scriptures.

... He didn't know a lot of words. The black and white words were densely packed, almost like an ant's nest. After reading it for a while, Jian Linqing started to have a headache. He approached Yan Chen and asked him in a low voice, "How much do you want to copy?"

Warm breath caressed his neck, and the tip of his nose was filled with a light medicinal fragrance. Yan Chen avoided it uncomfortably, picked up a pen and wrote on the rice paper, "Just copy the first article."

Jian Linqing flipped through the first chapter, there were seven pages in total. He felt a headache just looking at these scriptures, let alone copying them by hand. A small circle was circled on the top of an article, and below it was written, "This is the least word."

Jian Linqing wrinkled his nose. Seeing that everyone was doing it, he had to copy it reluctantly. He was not willing to do this at all, and the scriptures were obscure and squeezed. It didn't take long for him to wander off, and he didn't move his hand once. The ground was shaking, and the written words were crooked and listless.

There was silence in the Buddhist hall, only the sound of the pen tip dancing on the rice paper. I don’t know what kind of incense the burning incense was. twilight.

It is a beautiful and rich color, with warm gold trim, soft purple and light blue powder, like the cloak of a goddess, softly brushing beside the clouds, being dragged by the clouds to flow, like going to a banquet in the twilight to dance .

Jian Linqing supported her chin and yawned lazily.

He is sleepy.

In such an environment, it is easy to fall asleep. In order to cheer up, yes, mainly to cheer up, Jian Linqing took out the sugar box from the small pouch on his waist, twisted out an orange candy and ate it. It's not bad to eat sweet candy once in a while.

He sipped back and forth with the candy in his mouth, grinding it between his teeth from time to time, and stabbed it with his sharp canine teeth. He could eat a lot of tricks with a piece of candy. Yan Chen was sitting beside him, Affected by the cat body, even if he turns back into a human body, his five senses are still more sensitive than ordinary people.

He could catch the sound of the cracking of the surface of the candy; Jian Linqing's lips and tongue stirred the slightly thick watery taste of the candy; and the looming sweetness of the orange flavor that came with the breath.

He tried his best to let himself ignore these things, and meditated on the scriptures to divert his attention, but his arm was poked by the cool fingertips, and he unconsciously froze, looking at Jian Linqing's slyly curved eyes, He pushed Yubai's small candy box over, and opened the lid again. There were several kinds of candy lying in the small candy box, lying chubby there for you to taste.

Yan Chen was very kind, he didn't say no, he ate an orange candy, he just sucked it quietly, a small bag bulged up on his cheek, Jian Linqing laughed, and didn't copy the dizzy scripture , writing crookedly on the paper that Yan Chen just wrote, "When you were young in school, did you ever steal something during class?"

His handwriting is really not flattering. It is clear that Fengguo speaks his words properly, and his paintings are also very good. However, his handwriting looks like a puppy digging a hole. Yan Chen read it twice without making a sound. , he took a pen and wrote below, "Steal food, and skip class."

He was either a good boy when he was young, and sometimes he was childish and mischievous. During class, when the old-fashioned teacher turned around, he secretly stuffed snacks into his mouth, held back his laughter with the friends around him, and when he was playful and thoughtful, They will also pretend to be sick and skip class, or skip class secretly, and go back to get a beat on the palm of their hands.

From these few words, Jian Linqing saw his stubbornness when he was young, and the emotion of "I can't tell you are such a person" on his face was so obvious that Yan Chen asked him, "What about you?"

After he finished writing, he regretted it, crossed out those two words hastily, and turned his other hand across his hand. As soon as the two pens hit Yan Chen, he knocked them away. Yan Chen looked at Jian Linqing with a straight face. Write and draw.

The fingers holding the pen are thin and long, and the nails are trimmed round, not too long, and not dyed, revealing a natural light pink, like peach blossoms in a honey color.

Yan Chen was stunned, and saw him move his hand away. This time, the writing was longer and messy, but with his previous experience in recognizing characters, he recognized it a little faster now.

He wrote: I have never been to school, my concubine taught me by herself, but I sneaked to see it, and my brothers and sisters also like to eat secretly in class, but they dare not skip class. But it's the same for me, my mother and concubine will beat me if I don't learn well.

The word "beat me" was scribbled by him, followed by a sentence: I was beaten anyway, and I really want to go to school.

Yan Chen was a little speechless for a while, and took a long time to write - some teachers were very boring in class, and they were too rigid, and if they didn't listen carefully to what he said, they would be punished to stand and copy.

Jian Linqing thought about it for a while—then I guess he would make me stand every day.

He thought of the old-fashioned gentleman, and the vague sentimentality in his heart quickly dissipated, and he continued to draw. Yan Chen watched the pen under his hand turn a few times, and then drew two little matchstick figures. Sitting below, one was secretly eating snacks, the other was sleeping with a book in his hand, and a matchstick figure with a goatee stood above him, his eyes burning with anger, and he walked over angrily holding a ruler.

Jian Linqing looked at Yan Chen with raised eyebrows, and the two laughed together, and not far away, the queen was walking angrily.

In addition to copying the scriptures, she also thinks that she has the responsibility of supervision. It was the first time she saw Jian Linqing write a pen to perfunctory her and endured it. When she saw her eating sweets, she remembered to reprimand her and saw her bribe Yan Chen, so she also endured it. Even more naughty, he passed a note to his husband directly at the table.

Do you recall your school childhood here?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the queen will naturally take care of it.

She came over angrily, and saw Jian Linqing pressing the rice paper of their conversation under the paper without any fear, she choked for a moment, knowing that she was certainly not a teacher who was angered by a stubborn student, so she couldn't forcefully flip through the paper, I can only make another excuse, "Linqing, it's been so long, why did you only write three lines, this word..."

"Looking at this word, you will know how hard I have been copying it." Jian Linqing lied, and it was true, "I am not from Fengguo, so I am not very good at writing your words, and there are many unfamiliar words in the scriptures. , I was dizzy from copying, I could only eat sugar to slow down my blood, and I had to ask the prince to teach me how to write those difficult characters on paper."

The corner of the Queen's lips twitched, this damn girl even made up lies perfectly, she had no doubts, if she asked to see their conversation, this girl would definitely ask her with aggrieved and angry face if she didn't believe what she said.

The queen took a deep breath in her heart and forced a smile, "But we still need to hurry up, the time for completion is particular, if we want to enshrine the scriptures to the Buddha, delaying the time will affect the prayer Effect."

She wanted to put the emperor's unconsciousness on him so much. If the emperor still didn't wake up after praying for blessings, she would be held accountable. It must be because she didn't copy the scriptures properly and angered the gods and Buddhas, so the emperor kept going. In a coma, such remarks will definitely not be rare.

Jian Linqing blinked her eyes, and asked seriously: "Empress, what I have always heard is, 'My Buddha is merciful, and sincerity leads to spirituality' As long as people's hearts are sincere, try to pray for blessings, and the Buddha will forgive me, right? .”

The queen almost gritted her teeth and answered him, "...Naturally."

Jian Linqing laughed, "That's good, I prayed well when I offered incense, and let the Buddha bless the emperor to wake up quickly!"

The queen smiled, and pinned him a hat for him, "You are such a pure and kind child, the Buddha can definitely feel your..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the palace, and the excited voice of the little eunuch came, "Report to the empress, the emperor is awake!"

The queen didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh for a moment. She didn't say much, and went out first. The background looked anxious and angry. The prayer meeting was over. Jian Linqing turned her nose up and looked at Yan Chen with a smile, "In my previous life Maybe it's a god who has a close relationship with the Buddha, his words are so effective, you go, I'll go to Chenyang Palace and have something to eat with Zehan."

Yan Chen also teased him with a smile, "Go, little fairy."

He watched him leave, then carefully folded the scribbled rice paper and put it away in his sleeve. After a pause, he took a look at the crookedly copied lines of Buddhist scriptures, and folded it up too. , and then strode away from the Buddhist hall.

The author has something to say: a bit earlier.

Today is Yan Manman, who recalled his childhood, and Lin Qingqing, a young expert who is a big hitter before Buddha!