Seventy-seven meeting GL

Tianlang Palace, Concubine Xia Jinxiu Palace

The maids were kneeling outside the hall. In the hall, gorgeous woven curtains hung down layer by layer, and sandalwood incense was floating. The living room was empty, and no one could be seen.

"Where did Concubine Xia go?" A bell-like voice sounded, and Lang Muwei, who was dressed in an embroidered bright yellow dragon robe, walked slowly into the Splendid Palace accompanied by the eunuch Qian Shu.

"Back to the emperor, Concubine Xia will go to Guanlan Temple to pray for blessings on the eighth and sixteenth of every month, and will come back in the afternoon." The maid kneeling on the ground was a little trembling.

"She is traveling more and more frequently in this palace now. There is also a Buddhist hall in the palace, but she doesn't like to go there." Lang Muwei's tone was somewhat reproachful.

Seeing that Lang Muwei looked unhappy, Qian Shu reminded him tactfully. "Your Majesty, Concubine Xia told you about this, and you... also acquiesced."

"Really? I don't remember." Lang Muwei's face turned pale when he heard this.

Qian Shu: "Concubine Xia often goes to discuss Buddhism with Abbot Yuantong of Guanlan Temple, and she has a lot of experience. Doesn't the emperor often praise her?"

"Well," Lang Muwei thought for a while, and said, "You are right. It seems that the abbot is indeed a capable person. I have a lot of troubles recently, so I might as well go to Guanlan Temple and let the abbot explain it to me. Buddhism."

Three days later, Tianlang Palace Shenwu Gate

The carriage was parked outside the gate of the palace. Although many complicated decorations were removed, the details of the golden carvings and double dragons playing with pearls still showed that the people inside were extremely noble.

Lang Muwei was dressed in casual clothes, which lost a lot of majesty.Accompanied by Qian Shu, he walked out of the palace gate slowly, and the guards beside him stayed there for a moment.Lang Muwei nodded, intending to board the carriage.

"Royal father." A voice came from the ear, and footsteps hurriedly approached.

Lang Muwei turned his head, only to see Lang Yinshi in ordinary clothes, running in small steps from the palace gate.

"Yin'er?" Lang Muwei asked, "Why are you here?"

Standing aside, Qian Shu and the guards saluted Lang Yinshi one after another.

Lang Yinshi: "Going back to my father, after a while it will be the death anniversary of the eighth brother's birth mother. Today, my son and the eighth brother are in the palace to discuss some memorial matters."

"Ah," Lang Muwei seemed to just think about it, "it's time to think this way. The child, Lao Ba, has been pitiful since he was a child. I have many daily affairs and can't take care of him. Since you are close to him, Just take good care of him for me, let him study well and improve his skills."

"My son understands." Lang Muwei usually does not participate in the commemoration of low-ranking concubines, which means entrusting him to do it for him.Lang Yinshi nodded.

"Father is dressed like this, what are you going to do?"

Lang Muwei: "I'm planning to go to Guanlan Temple to have a look, I heard there's..." Looking at Lang Yinshi, he changed his mind and said, "Are you doing something later?"

Lang Yinshi shook his head: "It's nothing."

"That's right, you can go for a walk with Father." Lang Muwei sat down in the carriage, reached out and patted the seat next to him, "Come on."

This was one of the few times in Lang Yinshi's memory that he rode in the same carriage with Lang Muwei.

He chatted with Lang Muwei along the way, and talked a lot. Seeing that the carriage arrived at Guanlan Temple, Qian Shu asked Lang Muwei if he wanted to inform him.

"No need," Lang Muwei shook his head and refused, "I will go in quietly and leave after a while."

He turned his head and said to Lang Yinshi with emotion, "Yin'er, I'm afraid you don't know, my father is already tired of it. Everyone is respectful in front of me, but they have ghosts in secret. They don't respect me, Love me, they are just afraid of losing their lives."

"So, today I just want to come down in private, chat with the abbot, and loosen the tight string in my heart."

Lang Yinshi knew that Lang Muwei had always wanted to be a good emperor, and he worked hard during his reign, so he felt sympathetic and said: "Father, the emperor is not easy. He handles the whole affairs of Tianlang, and one person lives for millions of people."

"As big as the diplomatic relations of various countries, as small as the basic necessities of the people, they all depend on the father. The pressure on the father is so great. Although the emperor brothers are all capable, they inevitably have their own ideas. Yin'er can do things for the father. It’s limited, and every time I think about it, I feel deeply ashamed.”

Lang Muwei was a little surprised when he heard the words, "Yin'er, this is the first time I've heard you say such considerate words to your father. You didn't like to talk to your father before. Since you were young, you didn't like anything. Said it was exactly the same as your mother's queen."

"It's just that when you speak, it's just like your mother's mother. It's justified and well-founded. Let me listen to it, and my heart feels warm." Lang Muwei said, wrinkles on his face welled up, and a smile appeared.

Lang Yinshi smiled lightly: "I didn't have this kind of opportunity before. I could chat casually with my father regardless of everything. When I was young, my father was always aloof and far away from me. Now that I grow up, I realize It's not easy for the royal father."

Lang Muwei was very relieved when he heard the words, and patted her on the shoulder comfortably.

"You have grown up after all. I am satisfied with a sensible child like you."

Guanlan Temple is a temple where ceremonies are held during royal festivals, and there are not many people on weekdays.The two walked in the courtyard of Guanlan Temple, and sat down at the Hall of Pharmacists, where distinguished guests were received, but Qian Shu hadn't come back yet.

"Father rest in this side hall for a while, I will go and call the abbot." Lang Yinshi said.

"Ah."

Lang Muwei sat alone for a while and felt bored, so he also left the side hall and wandered around the temple.

Suddenly, two young monks ran over in front of them.

"Hurry up, the abbot said that a distinguished guest is coming today, hurry up and inform the kitchen, prepare the best vegetarian food, and prepare melons and fruits to send to the side hall next to the Hall of Pharmacists!" The tall little novice ordered.

"What kind of distinguished guest? Usually, the distinguished guests come only on the eighth and sixteenth day of the lunar new year." The short little monk rubbed his head and asked blankly.

"Are you stupid? On the eighth and sixteenth day of the lunar new year, it was Concubine Xia. Today, you seem to be a prince. Why are you talking so much!"

"Hey, what you said is wrong, the eighth day and the sixteenth day are also princes." The short little monk said with certainty.

The tall little novice had an unreasonable expression on his face, "What nonsense are you talking about? Did you read too many scriptures and become confused?"

"No, monks don't lie. That man is very handsome, tall, and looks like a prince. He will come to the temple on the eighth and sixteenth of every month. When he comes, the great monk asks me to tie his horse. .”

"There is such a thing?" The tall little novice seemed to hear it for the first time, and began to doubt himself, "I stay in the temple every day, why don't I know."

"Because you don't raise horses! I've heard people call him the third master." The short novice pouted, as if you could believe it or not. "However, the great monk forbids me to talk nonsense, you must keep it secret for me!"

The tall little novice yelled, "Oh, come on, you'd better go to the kitchen to inform! If you neglect the distinguished guest, you will be beheaded!"

Lang Muwei, who was standing behind a tree not far away, listened to the conversation in its entirety. He felt that the bickering between the two young novice monks was quite interesting, and when he thought about the conversation seriously, his heart skipped a beat suddenly Bad association.

"Father—"

"Your Majesty! Why are you standing here?"

At this time, Lang Yinshi walked over from the side with the abbot. "Your Majesty, hurry up and rest in the hall." The old monk Yuan Tong in a red cassock stepped forward and led Lang Muwei into the hall, followed by Qian Shu leading a big monk with tea.

"I'm sorting out Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion at the back, so that Eunuch Qian can find them easily. I beg the emperor to forgive me." Abbot Yuan Tong bowed deeply.

"Excuse me." Lang Muwei motioned him to lie down, looking at the few people standing in front of him, he couldn't think at all, and the words he heard would echo back if he didn't pay attention.

"Back to the emperor, Concubine Xia will go to Guanlan Temple to pray for blessings on the eighth and sixteenth of every month..."

"Looks like a prince, he will come to the temple on the eighth and sixteenth of every month..."

"I've heard people call him the third master."

On the way back, Lang Muwei looked serious and ugly.He seemed to be thinking about something, so he asked Lang Yin to explain.

"Yin'er, do you know what your third brother is doing usually? You and him are blood brothers, and you have always been better than others. You should be the clearest."

Hearing this, Lang Yinshi said blankly, "The relationship between me and the third brother is indeed better than other brothers, but the third brother always has his own opinions and doesn't bother to tell others. I never asked him, I really don't know If you talk about understanding, I am afraid that the third brother understands me better."

"Then do you know that he believes in Buddhism on weekdays? Does he like to go to Buddhist temples?"

"Buddhist temple?" Lang Yin explained inexplicably, "Third brother never goes to Buddhist temples, he despises the theory of demons, gods and ghosts the most, and thinks it is a trick for people to deceive themselves. Why did the emperor suddenly ask this?"

Lang Muwei snorted emotionally, "You're right. He also has such a personality. Sometimes, I can't see through him."

On the way back to the palace, Lang Muwei didn't say another word.

Ye Wangfu Sixing Zhai at sunset

"My lord! My lord!" Lan Yize rushed from the courtyard and rushed in, startling Lang Yinshi.

"There's news, my lord! The Ninth Prince has made a move. He sent someone today to connect with Dong Cheng's people!" Lan Yize panted, "Our people saw with their own eyes that the Ninth Prince's people sneaked into Dong Cheng The Chunlan Inn, where the envoys stayed, entered their room, just a quarter of an hour ago!"

"Is this true?!" Lang Yinshi stood up excitedly when he heard the words, and his mind began to spin rapidly. "Finally we have been waiting!"

Lan Yize was impatient, and urged, "Hurry up, my lord, leave now, they haven't left yet! We can catch them one by one! At this time, there are all the witnesses and evidences. If you miss it, it will be hard to say!"

Lang Yinshi turned his eyes and looked out the window.

Behind the tiles of the opposite courtyard wall, there was a head hidden in the corner motionless. In the past few months, people have been watching Ye Wangfu every day, and even if he went out carelessly, he would be watched.

Lang Yinshi thought for a moment.

"Go and inform King Xuan, and tell him that the Ninth Prince has something to do and is at the Chunlan Inn. This king will leave immediately and bring Jingji Wei to assist him."

"Notify King Xuan? Inform King Xuan at this time, no matter what happens, we have no chance to change it." Lan Yize questioned.

Looking at the confusion in Lan Yize's eyes, Lang Yinshi suddenly smiled.

"He is the one who wants to see the prince down the most. No matter what we do, he will know. If that's the case, why not invite him to come together. This is a big occasion, with more people, it will be more lively."

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