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Chapter 951 Old monk, you are here

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    After coming out of the palace, he got on the carriage. The carriage drove farther away from the palace. Ming Ruoxie looked at Sikongji intently, shaking his head and tutting twice as he looked at it.

    "Does Ruoruo think that her husband is so handsome that it's amazing?" Sikongji chuckled lightly and leaned towards her, "If you really like him, you can kiss him."

    "Where's your face?"

    "You want to kiss on the face? I thought Ruoruo wanted to kiss here more." Sikong Ji tapped his lips with his index finger.

    Ming Ruoxie stretched out her hand and pushed his face away, "I think you are shameless enough."

    They were mentally prepared, knowing that the prince would definitely do something to get them out of the capital, and they were all waiting for this opportunity.

    Ming Ruoxie originally thought that they would just go along with the situation and leave like this, but she didn't expect that Sikong Ji would actually take advantage of this matter and scheme against the emperor to get benefits.

    Originally, they could only set up twelve soldiers, but now he asked for twice as many soldiers, twenty-four.  Moreover, this time he can choose his own guards to leave. He also knows that he must choose his own people, and even if there are some guards who are not his own people yet, he must be ready and waiting for this journey to go down.  Conquer people.

    The emperor will send a team of elite soldiers, and most of this team of elite soldiers will probably be recruited from the Xiaoqi camp. By then, these people will all become Sikong Ji's people.

    He used these methods to quietly penetrate Dazhen's defense line. When he really wanted to take action in the future, his people were everywhere. At that time, the emperor or the prince and empress wanted to give orders, but they could not move those people.

    Sikongji is a person who really takes one step at a time and thinks three steps ahead. He is very thoughtful.

    Being an enemy of him would be a terrible thing.

    "How can this be called shameless? Soldiers never tire of deceit. This is just a troop formation." Sikongji laughed. Seeing that she really didn't kiss him, he got closer, reached out and hooked the back of her head, and kissed her as brightly as a flower.  A kiss on the lips.

    Ming Ruoxie was a little distracted.

    "You haven't asked why the Buddhas in Huguo Temple were smashed." He put his forehead against hers and took the initiative to throw out a little more.

    "Isn't it the work of the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister?" Ming Ruoxie always thought that it was the Crown Prince and the others who arranged it.

    Sikong Ji laughed lowly again, his eyes bright, "They were just planning to pour down the incense burner. However, just to dump the incense burner would force my Ruoruo to go out to the capital to do business. They thought too well. So, I  We sent people to help them move a lot, cracked the wall, and knocked down the Buddha statue. As a result, they will probably feel uneasy and unable to sleep at night."

    I originally thought that I had arranged it, and it was just an incense burner. If they were sent out of the capital like this, those people would not know how proud they were secretly. They were afraid that when they left the capital, the other party would ask the dancers to dance.  A great celebration with wine and food.

    But things are different now.

    Even if they leave the capital, those people will still be frightened.

    "People like them, as long as they do something bad, they will always worry about ghosts knocking on the door day and night. They touched the incense burner in Huguo Temple, and now the Buddha statue has fallen and the wall of the side hall is cracked. They will definitely be restless."

    ??Maybe by this time, they have already burned incense and prayed to Buddha, asking for forgiveness.

    "Puch."

    Ming Ruoxie couldn't help but laugh.

    "Sikong Ji, your heart is really dark."

    She thought she was just taking advantage of the emperor, but she didn't expect that she would also plot against the prince and others.  You can't even let the other party be secretly proud of you, you're too petty.

    "As long as it's not bad for you."

    ?????????????? Why does he care so much about other people?

    The carriage was driving slowly. When it passed a main street, the wind raised the screen curtains of the carriage window, and a calm voice came from outside, "May I ask, donor, how to get to Prince Jin's Mansion?"

    "Stop."

    Ming Ruoxie shouted immediately.

    Sikongji had also opened the car curtain.

    When the carriage just stopped, someone outside pointed at them and said, "This eminent monk, what a coincidence, isn't it? That is the carriage of Prince Jin's Mansion."

    "oh?"

    Ming Ruoxie also poked his head out and saw a dilapidated carriage that had obviously traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers and was about to fall apart. One person was wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff in one hand, looking this way.

    As soon as he saw the appearance of the eminent monk, Ming Ruoxie's eyes widened and he blurted out "old monk".

    That person turned out to be Master Ci Yuan.

    ?"The two benefactors are well." Master Ciyuan walked towards them like a high monk.

    Ming Ruoxie looked down and saw his monk shoes with a hole in them, ""

    "Old monk, are you living in such a miserable state?"

    Sikongji suppressed laughter and knocked Ming Ruoxie on the head, "Don't be rude to Master."

    How could he not know that Ming Ruoxie had been thinking of settling a score with Master Ci Yuan because of the secrets about Xiao Jin.  Now she suddenly saw Master Ciyuan appearing in Dazhen, and she looked like she was ready to roll up her sleeves and have a serious argument with him.

    "Master, did you come to Dazhen specifically to see us?" Sikong Ji asked.

    Xingzhui, who was driving the carriage, quickly got out of the car and helped Master Ciyuan to get on the carriage.

    This carriage is spacious and sturdy, and there are snacks and tea in it. Looking at Master Ciyuan's carriage, Xingzhui felt sad for him.

    Many people on the street looked at them curiously. They didn¡¯t want to stay here and be stared at, so they drove the carriage back home.

    As soon as Master Ciyuan got on the carriage, he saw Ming Ruoxie pouring tea, and he smiled slightly.

    Although she seemed to be in conflict with him, she still subconsciously poured him tea.

    "Here, old monk, I'm not trying to please you, I just want you to moisten your throat so that you can explain it to me later." Ming Ruoxie raised her chin and snorted very proudly.

    "You can't be rude. This old monk has clearly plotted against her and won't let her get some justice."

    Master Ciyuan picked up the tea cup, still looking like an eminent monk, drank the tea slowly, put the cup down and said, "Donor, pour me another cup."

    Ming Ruoxie glared at him and poured him another glass.

    There was a second cup, and there was a third cup.

    By the time Master Ciyuan drank three cups of tea, Ming Ruoxie was leaning on Sikong Ji and was too lazy to speak.  She finally saw that the master just didn't want to explain to her on the carriage.

    Sikong Ji gave up his seat to Master Ci Yuan and sat next to Ming Ruoxie. Now seeing her leaning in his arms as if she had no bones, he could only smile fondly.

    "The master arrived much faster than we expected."

    They actually received a letter from King Lian, saying that Master Ciyuan was coming to Dazhen. However, according to their original imagination, Master Ciyuan was too old and had to stop to rest while riding in the carriage. If they encountered a temple on the way,  If there are monks asking for help, why don't we have to give a sutra lecture and communicate with each other?

    It will probably be half a year before I get here.

    I didn¡¯t expect to meet him today.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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