After rebirth, he quit the cinnabar mole

Zhong Yanyu didn't speak, but focused on the scenery outside.

The spring scenery of the lake, the youth in white clothes, tall and straight and elegant, provoked many tourists holding umbrellas to take a second look.

Several people parked the carriage on the stable next to it. Lin San came over and asked, "My lord, there is a temple not far away. Today is the Ching Ming Festival, my lord, do you want to go up the mountain to worship?"

In the drizzle, like smoke and mist, Rin'er held up an umbrella for others, but there were many devout men and women on the road, carrying joss sticks and paper money to the temple on the mountain.

The incense sticks smoky, spreading to the horizon.

"So it's clear now." Zhong Yanyu murmured, since they all came here, it's a predestined relationship.

He lowered his eyes and told Liu Qing, "Go and buy some incense candles, we will go up the mountain together."

Liu Qing responded, there were quite a few sellers of paper money and joss sticks at the foot of the mountain, and she helped her son up the mountain after buying them.

The two shadow guards went up with him, and the coachman stayed behind to take care of the carriage luggage.

In Daye Temple, Zhong Yanyu respectfully paid homage to the Buddha. Liu Qing saw a monk on the right sitting cross-legged and holding a Buddhist bead, so he couldn't help asking: "My lord, there are monks asking for lottery, why don't we go and ask for it?"

When Zhong Yanyu heard this, she also shifted her gaze to the monk, but met his benevolent gaze.

Looking at the clothes, he thought it was the abbot, and beside him was a young monk, knocking on the wooden fish, making a crisp sound.

The abbot is almost middle-aged, but still has a kind face and kind eyes. He is holding a Buddhist bead bracelet and turning it slightly, "Benefactor, what do you want?"

Zhong Yanyu glanced at the three bamboo tubes in front of him, and then his eyes fell on the one in the middle, "Let's count it as a star."

Calculating his next fate——

The abbot made a gesture of invitation, Zhong Yanyu didn't shake the bamboo sticks, and directly chose one of them and gave it to him, "Please trouble the abbot."

The young man was extremely polite. The abbot nodded his head in approval, and then he turned his attention to the signature. After reading the whole content, his expression was a little strange.

Seeing this, Liu Qing couldn't help asking: "Abbot, how about this lot?"

She looked at the other party nervously, but don't be a sign, the young master finally escaped from the devil's lair.

The abbot looked at Zhong Yanyu and landed on the other's iron mask. He was a little inquisitive, but he still answered honestly: "Don't worry, the benefactor, this lottery is the best lottery. There will be another village in the shadow of the willow. I think my son will go here, and what I wish will surely come true." success."

Liu Qing heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but was a little annoyed, in this case, why did the monk look so bad earlier?

Zhong Yanyu's eyes were indifferent, and she pursed her red lips, "Thank you, Abbot, for releasing the lottery."

After speaking, he put the three copper coins in the merit box. The abbot watched the master and servant go away, and his eyes couldn't help falling on the sign that Zhong Yanyu had just picked up.

This is the Phoenix lottery——

The world is the emperor, and the queen is the phoenix!

But the news of the national funeral has spread long ago, Da Song's first male queen passed away, how could someone still draw the Phoenix lottery?

He couldn't figure it out, thinking that maybe it was a coincidence, the benefactor just now had a protruding Adam's apple, but the genuine male body, if it was the girl next to him, it might still be possible...

And when he was in a daze, Abbot Hui Min passed by and called him.

"intelligent."

"Master." Master Zhizhi bowed to Huimin.

Huimin was slightly puzzled, "What were you thinking just now? I called you several times but there was no response." Monks are most afraid of impurity in the six senses, and love leisure and hate work.

Master Zhizhi was puzzled by the bamboo sticks. When his master happened to come, he said: "The disciple just helped the benefactor to untangle the sticks, but I can only get a glimpse of the content of the sticks, and I can't understand it. After thinking about it, I didn't hear Master's voice either."

Huimin knew that Zhizhi was the most powerful disciple of their "Zhi" generation who practiced Buddhism, and he was also his favorite student. Hearing that there were also lotteries that he couldn't see, he frowned slightly.

"Let me see."

Zhizhi immediately handed the lottery to him, and Huimin glanced at it, her face changed slightly, she squeezed the lottery tightly, and asked, "Where is the benefactor?"

"I just left, but now I don't know if Hela is in the temple or has gone down the mountain." Smart replied immediately, and then lowered his voice.

"The disciple is not talented, but he actually saw the name of Phoenix on the signature..."

Hui Min took a closer look, "What you see is true..."

"But... but the person who got this lottery is a man." Zhizhi said in a deliberate tone, but it made Huimin's pupils dilate.

"A man?" The usually gentle and quiet Hui Min, the host, couldn't help being surprised when he heard the words.

He called the little monk who knocked on the wooden fish, "Did you see the appearance of the benefactor just now?"

The little monk nodded, "The benefactor has a mask on his face, and the little monk only remembers his general shape."

"Go around the temple and see if the benefactor is still there, so I'm afraid I need to understand this lot." Hui Min immediately asked him to find someone.

The intelligent abbot pursed his lips, and followed Huimin to move to another room, "Master, are you suspicious of that identity?"

He knew that host Huimin had been to the capital and had personally divination a divination for the queen. It was supposed to be dangerous and hopeful, but now the host had died young, and now there was an extra divination of the phoenix lottery.

No one feels calm.

"The monks take compassion in everything, and it is their duty to save all sentient beings. If the benefactor is really the life of the Phoenix, then we have to find out."

After one country, this is related to all living beings in the world.

But it is a pity that Zhong Yanyu and Zhong Yanyu had already gone down the mountain at this time, and they left the city in the drizzle.

Zhong Yanyu was in a good mood when he traveled around the mountains and rivers.

And within the capital city, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a decadent man slowly got up from the bed and put the red jade on his hand.

The entire imperial palace was filled with low air pressure. The harem concubines who had satirized Zhong Yanyu in the past were demoted, deprived of their titles, and confined in their own palace.

The eunuchs and maids are cautious and cautious, not daring to offend the emperor. Jing Guhan's temperament has become more gloomy and unstable since the queen's death.

Not only were they afraid, but even the civil and military officials who advised the queen’s funeral to be too large, those who were dismissed, those who were moved to the left, and the emperor’s no longer gentle attitude made them tremble.

Jing Guhan acted vigorously and resolutely, even a little too much, they dared not speak out.

At this moment, Liu Zhi was the most fearful person in the palace. The search of the palace continued uninterrupted. He didn't know whether Zhong Yanyu had really left here, or was hiding in a corner.

He was the person who personally participated in this incident, the current appearance of the emperor, in the final analysis, still belongs to Zhong Yanyu.

He pursed his lips, and was a little dazed even when he was dispensing the medicine. It wasn't until the doctor Xu who was next to him called him several times, that he came back to his senses and found that he had added too much angelica, so he immediately picked it out.

"What's the matter with you? You've been absent-minded recently." Imperial Physician Xu frowned.

Liu Zhi hurriedly fooled around, "I've been studying medicine books for too long, and my energy is low, so don't worry."

Doctor Xu seemed to be hiding something from himself when he saw him, "I passed the cold room in the backyard earlier, and those two corpses don't seem to be the ones I delivered to you earlier."

Imperial Physician Liu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately found an excuse, "Those two corpses were a little decomposed, so I asked someone to carry them away and incinerate them, and found the other two, don't tell them, it's a bit of bad luck after all."

Imperial Physician Xu didn't think too much after hearing the words, "You can handle it yourself."

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation——

Jing Guhan shattered the teacup and was furious, "What kind of tea is this?! Are you trying to disobey me?!"

"Return to Your Majesty, the Heming tea has already been drunk, and the servant can only take the red banquet tea." Xu Chen sensed the king's anger and immediately knelt down on the ground.

Heming tea is obviously the empress's favorite tea. After the empress died, why did everything around the emperor change to the way Zhong Yanyu liked?

He didn't dare to speculate on the holy will, but he also understood that it might not be simple...

But even if the emperor changed himself into his appearance, so what if he died, and he would never come back.

He even felt that the emperor was like this now, so why was he so hard-hearted before?

Promise that one person will be of the same mind, but his actions are ungrateful and ungrateful. It is only blamed for the young man's faith, infatuation and mistaken love.

Xu Chen felt that he would not be so stupid. If he was a happy person, he would treat others well. It's a pity that the empress he was interested in was gone now.

Jing Guhan pursed his thin lips, his handsome face was full of haggard tiredness, "You go down first, let the people below collect Heming tea leaves immediately."

Hearing this, Xu Chen didn't want to say much, so he left quickly.

Jing Guhan, who stayed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, looked at the ruby ​​ring on his hand and let out a wry smile.

Even if he was in a hurry, Zhong Yanyu arrived in Xuanhu City after more than half a month. With Liu Qing's support, he got out of the carriage. Looking around, the market here is much more depressed than the cities along the way.

After all, there have been wars all year round, and the border is close, and the war is raging, so Zhong Yanyu went to look for the Laifu Inn.

The shopkeeper was settling accounts at the counter, saw Zhong Yanyu wearing a hat, smiled and asked, "Guest officer, do you want to be a sharpie or stay in the shop?"

Zhong Yanyu took out a token from his bosom, the shopkeeper's face changed slightly, he looked at it carefully, then raised his head, and made a gesture of invitation, "My lord, please move to the inner room to talk."

Zhong Yanyu followed him upstairs, asked Rin Er and Rin San to guard outside, and Liu Qing came in.

"My lord, what do you want?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously, pouring him a cup of hot tea.

"How is the battle outside the city recently? How are Marshal Zhong and Little General Zhong? When will you come to Xuanhu City?" Zhong Yanyu asked, sipping tea.

The shopkeeper confessed honestly, "There was no big battle outside the city. I heard that Marshal Zhong fell ill in bed. Now the army is under the command of General Zhong."

Zhong Yanyu frowned when she heard the news of her father's illness, "Is Marshal Zhong seriously ill? But why?"

The shopkeeper lowered his voice, "National mourning, the first queen is the second son of the Zhong family. Marshal Zhong is too sad and can't bear it."

Father knew the news of his safety, so this is for outsiders to see, Zhong Yanyu thought about this, and heaved a sigh of relief. ?