A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

All the princes and princesses were left in the palace, and there were a few servants in the palace who went crazy because of excessive drinking, accidentally pushed down the candlestick and burned to death in the house, and the knife scar noticed something was wrong.

These servants are all old people in the mansion. These years, they have helped the master of the mansion to go north and south, and they have some face in front of the master. They are always cautious in doing things, it is impossible to get together and drink alcohol and burn themselves to death.

"The guards surrounded the palace and the princess mansion. None of the people inside were allowed to go out. I heard that someone wanted to get closer to watch the fun today and was almost taken away by the guards."

"Your Majesty really values ​​His Royal Highness King Qi and has done so much for him."

"Are you new here?"

"Ah, yes, what's the matter?"

"The newcomer doesn't understand anything, so don't talk blindly."

Scar passed through the outer courtyard, listening to the conversations of these servants, vaguely felt as if someone around him was watching him.

Only the dead will keep secrets, the master wants to kill them who know too many secrets!

Realizing that it was not good, he pretended to have a few quarrels with someone in the house, went back to the room to clean up his entanglement, and the steward who had been to Lingzhou with him that year, escaped in the dark.

The two escaped from the city. Before the limelight passed, they did not dare to run too far to arouse suspicion.

"There is a small temple on the hills on the outskirts of the city. There are only a few old monks in it. Few people like to go there on weekdays." The Tsing Yi manager took out the dagger hidden in the sole: "Let's go there to avoid the master's chase."

"Are you sure no one will go?" Scar was a little worried.

"The kind of small ruined temple. On weekdays, a few ignorant women and children occasionally go to incense. Even if those monks are lucky, noble officials and nobles can never go to such a place."

"Okay." Scar thought for a moment, and then he came down.

Fleeing all the way to the small temple, the two deceived the monks' trust, and after successfully living in the temple, they tied them up.

Tsing Yi was about to slaughter several old monks, but was stopped by scars: "It is troublesome to deal with the corpses. Put them in the vegetable cellar first."

The two laboriously carried the monk into the vegetable cellar, and Tsing Yi complained: "What do these stinky monks eat on weekdays, so heavy?"

"You two villains, if you do evil in front of the idols, the Bodhisattva will punish you."

"Bodhisattva?" Scar sneered, and took out a dagger to knock on the ring scar on one of the monks' head: "Many years ago, a dead girl said that Grandpa Sanqing would punish me. I've been living well these years."

"All gods and bodhisattvas are afraid of the wicked." Seeing these monks shivering with fright, they put away their daggers with satisfaction: "Be honest with me, from the wilderness, if you make any noise, it will be us If the two brothers kill you, they won’t..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard shouts from outside.

"What's the matter, didn't you mean that no one came to this ruined temple?" Scar turned to look at Tsing Yi, his gaze fell on his bare head.

"I'll go out and have a look." Tsing Yi thought for a while, found the monk's clothes and robes to put on, and strode out.

Seeing the few young ladies who were serving and guarding at the door, Tsing Yi had a vague premonition in her heart. What's wrong with these young masters and young ladies who came to the ruined temple in the early morning? Fortunately, these young ladies are naive, as long as they are coaxed into the past, there will be no problem.

Tsing Yi was thinking about how to deceive these people, but the youngest daughter, who seemed to be the youngest lady, revealed her identity as a fake monk.

What is going on with these young ladies in the capital? Why do they even know what monks usually wear?

"What does the donor mean?" Tsing Yi lifted the outer robes, revealing the monk's clothes full of patches underneath: "The donors came to pay homage to the Buddha. The poor monks did not want to be embarrassed, so they used the ancestral robes to cover their bodies. It will misunderstand the donor."

"The mountain is high and the road is steep. The donors can insist on climbing up, indicating that they have a destiny with my Buddha." Tsing Yi read the Buddha's name, and turned to look at the Buddha statue behind him: "In this case, don't be sharp in front of the Buddha."

"Master, as a monk, you still care about the patches on the monk's clothes." Jiuzhu remained unmoved: "It shows that you are not sincere to the Buddha."

Tsing Yi really wanted this girl to shut up, and to pay homage to the Buddha, and to be in charge of what other monks wear and do?

The atmosphere gradually became anxious. Tsing Yi looked at these strong and sturdy guards, suddenly his complexion changed drastically, and shouted at the back of the statue: "Buddha statue! Buddha statue!"

What happened to the Buddha statue?

The world always has some awe of ghosts and gods. Just when the guards were distracted, Tsing Yi jumped over the top of the guard's head with his hands into claws, and rushed towards the girl who talked the most nonsense.

"what!"

The scar that was holding the rags to close all the monks' mouths, when he heard this scream, frowned, that idiot, wouldn't he kill people outside?

He glanced at the monks with warning eyes: "All be honest!"

After speaking, he turned over and walked out of the cellar.

Knowing that there was so much trouble, he wouldn't run away with this idiot.

"Sister Ming, he... is still alive?" Zhou's brothers and sisters huddled together tremblingly, and swallowed while looking at the fake monk lying on the ground who didn't know his life or death.

"It's okay, the place where he hurt him will only cause people to coma, not to die." Jiuzhu shook the stick in his hand, and the body guard for the guards in the mansion was very useful.

"But... I just seemed to hear... I heard... the sound of broken bones." Zhou Shucheng cautiously kicked the fake monk lying on the ground with his toes, and found that the other party had no reaction at all, so he quickly called Xiao Si to take the rope. Come and tie people.

"Master, we didn't take the rope to go out." The little servant asked, "Or, let's go to the temple to find it?"

"Don't go in first, be careful that there are still comrades in it." Jiuzhu handed the body stick to Zhou Shucheng: "Brother Zhou family, you go over."

"Why am I going?" Zhou Shucheng shivered and took the stick. He was afraid that if he didn't take it, Jiuzhu would also give him a stick.

"Stand away with the stick, and protect Sister Zhou." Jiuzhu raised her sleeves, looked around, brought a stone and walked to the fake monk.

"Sister Ming, Sister Ming!" Zhou Xiao looked at the big rock in Jiuzhu's hand, and quickly persuaded him: "Let him tie him up and kill...smash to death...it's too ugly."

"Sister, what are you thinking? We are serious people, how could we lynch and kill people." Jiuzhu looked at her with puzzled eyes, and pressed the stone on the hands of the fake monk: "There are several acupuncture points on the hands of people. If the pressure is too long, the limbs will lose strength and cannot move." Jiuzhu patted the soil on his hands: "We don't have a rope, so we can only use this method."

"It turned out to be like this." Zhou Xiao looked at his elder brother who was shaking his legs while holding the stick, and then at Jiu Zhu who was holding his sleeve. He drew small steps and came to Jiu Zhu's side and gently grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Sister Zhou?" Seeing Zhou Xiao grabbing the corner of her clothes, Jiuzhu took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, stretched out her hand to wrap her shoulders, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, there are many people here. The temple here is small, The conditions are difficult and there are no extra houses. According to my guess, even if there are gangsters hiding in them, there will be no more than five."

As soon as Scar came out of the backyard, he was spotted by the guards. He noticed something wrong and turned around and ran.

"Stop!" The guard hurried to catch up.

The temple has only one way to the bottom of the mountain. Scar has nowhere to escape. He was forced to the corner by the guards. He bitterly clenched the dagger in his hand: "I have done so many things for the Zheng family, but I just want to live incognito. , Why is he so ruthless and insists on killing him?"

Although the guard didn't understand what the fake monk said in his heart, he didn't speak in front of the young masters and ladies.

"You are working for your master, just like me back then." Scar pointed at the guard with a dagger: "You kill me today, and the Zheng family will kill you in order to protect their own family."

Zheng family?

Zhou Shucheng realized that something was wrong, and his heart tensed, shouldn't they be involved in some secret incident?

No, you must not let the other party speak out. In a place like the capital, one can never know secrets that shouldn't be known.

"Shut up!" Zhou Shucheng sternly scolded: "What Zheng family, Zhou family, you gangster, quickly confess, whether there are any accomplices, I have sent someone to report to the official!"

"You are not from the Zheng family?" Scar followed the reputation and recognized the speaker.

Master Zhou?

He is a son of the Minister's Mansion, why didn't he study well at home and went to the old forest to worship some Bodhisattva?

Scar did not expect that his plan of escape would be ruined by a family prince who was full and had nothing to do.

"You guys tie him up first." Seeing the gangster with scars on his face glaring at him, Zhou Shucheng ran a few steps towards Jiuzhu with the stick, and yelled, "Don't let the gangster run away."

"Master, we don't have..."

"No rope, and trouser belt!" Zhou Shucheng moved a few steps behind Jiuzhu. The girl from the Ming family could stun the gangster who rushed in front of her with a stick, and she would definitely be able to protect him, a weak scholar.

The young man pulled off his belt aggrievedly, and hid in the corner with his pants in both hands, faceless to see people.

Surrounded by many guards, Scar was outnumbered, and was finally **** in humiliation with two belts by the guards.

"Looking at you, you don't look like a good person." Zhou Shucheng dared to walk out from behind Jiuzhu when he saw the person tied up: "Where did the original monk in this temple go?"

Scarface ignored him and stared at Ming Jiuzhu with bloodshot eyes. Why is she here?

Seeing Ming Jiuzhu's face, he remembered the humiliation he suffered in the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion.

Jiuzhu also recognized the Scarface. She stood there and did not move. She stretched out her hand to touch the Jinfeng Pianchai by the side of her temple, and finally slowly retracted her hand.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Shucheng plucked up the courage to stand in front of Jiuzhu and his younger sister. The dog stuff raised by the Zheng Mansion is so disgusting. It's this time, and I don't forget to see the pretty girl.

"Young Master, Miss, we found several **** monks in the vegetable cellar." Several guards looked around in the temple and rescued the monks who were locked in the vegetable cellar.

Zhou Xiao looked at the monks trembling with fright, and began to wonder whether the peace charms they painted were useful.

"Sister Zhou, actually... the monks don't draw talisman seals." Seeing Zhou Xiao's disillusioned dream, Jiuzhu said euphemistically: "But this kind of thing is the most important. Uncle and aunt will be happy to receive the amulet from you ."

"You don't need to comfort me, I understand." Zhou Xiao patted the back of Jiu Zhu's hand: "I shouldn't have listened to the rumors, let you and my brother walk so far with me, and I met two fake monks."

"Sister's words are wrong." Jiuzhu shook his head: "If you didn't insist on asking for a talisman, how could we catch the gangsters and rescue these innocent monks?"

"My sister's move has saved several lives." Jiuzhu sighed, "Is boundless merit."

"Really?" Zhou Xiao felt better when he thought of saving people indirectly: "However, if it wasn't for my sister that you found that the fake monk was wrong, we wouldn't be able to save them."

"Two benefactors, if you want to ask for a peaceful talisman, the poor monk can draw it." A skinny monk trembled and said, "The poor monk also cultivated the aisles in his early years."

Jiuzhu turned to look at him: "Then why are you a monk?"

"I received the favor of the abbot in the early years, and there were no relatives at home, so I became a monk." The thin monk explained: "The poor monks can draw as many peace charms as the donors need, and don't charge you money."

Zhou Xiao: "..."

Suddenly I felt that I didn't want to ask for a peace sign.

"Sister, I've come here, let the master draw a few peace symbols for you." Jiuzhu looked at the Buddha statue in the hall and folded his hands together: "In everything and everything, sincerity is the best blessing."

Zhou Xiao was persuaded, and went with Zhou Shucheng to see the monk who changed his path and practiced Buddhism draw a peaceful talisman.

Jiuzhu walked to the scar where his hands and feet were tied, and looked at him carefully.

Nearly nine years have passed, this man looks much older, and he looks like a poor, embarrassed worm who is tied to the ground and can't move.

The fear, anxiety, and panic in the memory seemed to have disappeared in half at this moment.

It turned out that the wicked person who made her scared looked so weak.

Scar turned his head and pressed his scarred chin to the ground. He didn't understand why Ming Jiuzhu would look at him with such eyes, but he hated such eyes.

He waited for a while, but Ming Jiuzhu still did not leave, and couldn't help asking: "Miss Ming, what do you want to say?"

Jiuzhu shook his head earnestly: "There is nothing I want to say, but I feel like you are tied up, like a bug."

She is humiliating him!

Scar struggled a few times, except for the stones on the ground to scratch his face, he couldn't even touch Ming Jiuzhu's toes.

Is this angry?

Jiuzhu shook his head and sighed. Originally tied up, it looked like a disgusting meat catworm.

She stepped back and heard a lot of footsteps on the road leading down the mountain.

The dragon guards scout and pursue all the way, and after discovering that the servants of the Zheng family fled to a ruined temple in the mountains, they anticipated various possibilities, but unexpectedly, they would find a bunch of guard servants outside the temple gate, and one in brocade clothes. Aristocratic daughter.

"The dragon guard is ordered by the emperor to chase the fugitive. Please evade the nobles as soon as possible." The chief of the guard took out his golden waist card and said to Jiuzhu: "Excuse me, have you ever seen two suspicious middle-aged men? ?"

"I have seen it." Jiuzhu nodded.

"Where?" The leader of the Dragon Guard had already pressed the handle of the knife.

"There." Jiuzhu pointed to the scar tied by the belt, and then pointed to the fake monk whose hands were pressed by the stone: "There is still there."

The dragon guard looked at the two people lying on the ground and was silent collectively.

The leader of the Dragon Guard looked at Jiuzhu, and once again folded his hands: "I wonder if the nobleman is?"

"The little girl is the daughter of the minister of the Ritual Department." Jiuzhu replied: "These two are posing as monks, and we have seen them through, so we asked the guards to subdue them. Unexpectedly, they were fugitives pursued by the holy, so they were handed over to the general. Disposal."

"It turned out to be the county lord Ming, and he will be rude." The general's complexion changed slightly and he gave a big gift: "Is the county lord frightened?"

"Thank you for the general's concern. There are guards by the side. We are not frightened." Jiuzhu saw the two dragon guards lift the stone away, locked the hands and feet of the fake monk with shackles, and stepped back two steps: "General please. "

The chief glanced at the Zhou family brothers and sisters in the temple: "These two people are involved in the Korean and Chinese case, and I also ask the county owner and two other nobles to keep today's secrets and let others know."

"Please rest assured, I will convey it."

"Thank you, the county lord." The commander bowed his hands and hurriedly left with the dragon guard and the prisoner.

Jiuzhu stood at the end of the path and watched the **** Longwei leave. The wind blew up the silk behind her, and the silk was flying in the wind, swaying and soft.

"Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao helped Emperor Longfeng to take down the royal crown, and whispered: "The servants who escaped from the Zheng family have been captured by the Dragon Guard."

"So fast?" Emperor Longfeng counted the time, and it hasn't been more than three hours since he gave the order.

"The general said that when they arrived, the person had been caught." Liu Zhongbao carefully removed the dragon pattern: "This matter is also thanks to the help of the county lord Ming."

Emperor Longfeng looked at him with a smile but a smile: "You go to the Dragon Guard and check out what these two people have done in the past."

"The old slave takes the order." Liu Zhongbao put the dragon pattern pendant into the box: "Your Majesty, the maidens of the princesses and concubines have sent things in to the palace in the past few days."

Only there is no Royal Highness of the Yue family, and no gifts from relatives.

"I think you are here to seek benefits for Qing Du." Emperor Longfeng laughed, "arranged for someone to call Ming Jingzhou into the palace, so he told him to teach Wang Chen."

"Old slave will follow the edict." Liu Zhongbao smiled and bowed and said, "Old slave retire."

He withdrew from the main hall of Taiyang Palace, took the whisk from the little eunuch, and flicked it in his hand: "You go to the Ministry of Rites to pick up the Ming minister into the palace. Remember to be polite and don't offend."

"Please don't worry, Grandpa Liu, the younger one must do things beautifully." The little **** was able to run errands and left with a smile.

Liu Zhongbao took the people directly to the dungeon where the Dragon Guard was guarded, and saw two of the Zheng family members who were detained separately.

"Liu, Liu..." Scar saw the person coming, so scared that he couldn't straighten his tongue.

How could the chief **** next to the emperor come here? !

"Oh, look at what you look like. You actually have seen Mijia." Gonggong Liu smiled slightly: "What a coincidence, Mijia loves to talk to acquaintances. Today, let's talk slowly."

He raised his head: "Before speaking, use a comb to loosen the skin of the two distinguished guests. The skin is tight and the mouth is tight. If the mouth is tight, it is difficult to speak. The two will take care.

Scar and Tsing Yi were dragged out, and their screams soon came.

Liu Zhongbao shook the whisk in his hand and said to the Chief Guard Longwei: "It seems that the young general who combs the skin today has sufficient strength and authentic craftsmanship."

The chief laughed: "Duke Liu came in person, and the brothers naturally wanted to show off."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they were in the green mountains and green waters, not in a screaming dungeon.

Wang Chen sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard, lazily watching the eunuchs and maids moving things to the yard of King Huai, and waved to the attendant eunuch: "Is this moving in the palace of Huai?"

"Back to your highness, these are some things sent by the family of the princess pregnant." The attendant **** said: "I want to come to some of the feelings of the natal family for their daughter."

Yesterday was the family of Princess Qi and Princess An, and today was the family of Princess Jing and Princess Jing. They were noisy all day, and there was no quiet time.

Turning over on the recliner, Wang Chen snorted disdainfully. As the prince, why do you need something from the concubine's family?

"My lord, the minister of ritual ministry Ming is here, do you want to see him?"

Ming Jingzhou is here?

Wang Chen sat up: "See you!"

He glanced at the recliner under him and called a few eunuchs: "Remove the recliner and replace it with a tea table and tea chair. By the way, bring some serious books on the king's table."

Ming Jingzhou stepped into the gate of the Sixth Palace of Zhang and walked into the small courtyard where the King Chen lived. What he saw was the picture of the handsome prince studying quietly.

"The subordinates have seen the prince."

"Master Ming don't need to be polite." Wang Chen threw down the book and reached out to support Ming Jingzhou: "Master Ming, please sit down."

"Thank you, prince." Ming Jingzhou didn't refuse, and sat down at the table. He glanced at the book Wang Chen placed on the table, and took the tea from the eunuch: "Seeing your Royal Highness working so hard, the minister is very pleased."

"Even though he lives in the palace, this king doesn't want to waste time." Wang Chen's face is not red and his heart beats, "I don't know why the lord is here today?"

"The minister visited His Royal Highness today. One is to follow the holy order to teach His Royal Highness the affairs of the Ministry of Ritual. The other is to give this thing to His Royal Highness." Ming Jingzhou put the painting tube on the table.

"This is?" Wang Chen looked at the painting tube on the table in confusion.

"The picture of "Red Plum in Snow" given by the little girl." Ming Jingzhou took a sip of tea: "His Royal Highness opened it to see if you like it."

Ming Xiaozhu finally finished drawing the snow scene?

Wang Chen opened the scroll and saw the painting that had almost nothing to do with the name of the painting. He couldn't help but chuckle, his brows dazzling like spring.

"Thank you, Master Ming." He carefully collected the painting: "Jiuzhu's painstaking work, I will definitely collect it."

Although the painting is a bit ugly, when you look closely, it is... also somewhat cute.

At least, the painter is cute.

"His Royal Highness likes it." Ming Jingzhou smiled and nodded: "If the little girl learns that His Royal Highness likes her paintings, she will be very happy."

After speaking, he took out a few books from his sleeves: "The prince is a foreigner and cannot enter the palace often. Your Royal Highness will take these books to read and copy. When the prince enters the palace next time, he will bring you new books. Come."

Chen Wang: "..."

"His Royal Highness?" Ming Jingzhou looked at Wang Chen with a smile.

"My lord, don't worry, this king will definitely look good and copy it." Chen Wang smiled hard: "Thank you, my lord."

"It's not hard." Ming Jingzhou said softly and kindly: "His Royal Highness is happy."

Wang Chen gave Ming Jingzhou a happy smile.

One day later, the entire prince of the Sixth Palace of Zhang knew that Wang Chen had received the picture scroll from the future princess.

When the four brothers were sitting around Qi Wang’s room to eat a warm pot, Wang Huai mentioned the matter: “The Master of Ming County deserves to be the daughter of the Ming family, and she has outstanding painting skills.”

"Naturally." Chen Wang smiled: "It's a pity that Ming's family only paints for his family and his partner, otherwise I can also ask Ming's servant to make a picture for you brothers."

"It's a pity." Wang An looked at Wang Chen regretfully: "I don't know the fifth brother, can I have a chance to see the master of Ming County's paintings?"

Chen Wang's chopsticks paused slightly: "This matter... I'll talk about it later if I have a chance."

From now on is an excuse, the royal people understand.

Wang An sighed and became more curious about the paintings of the Ming family.

King Qi was lying on the bed, not looking at the four people who were eating hot pot and chatting.

Three days, three full days!

They haven't gotten tired of the hot pot yet, but the room he lives in is full of the smell of hot pot.

Before the warm pot was finished, Liu Zhongbao walked into the house with the Dali eunuch.

"Your Highnesses." Liu Zhongbao saluted: "Your Majesty has a call, please go to Taiyang Palace quickly."

Wang Chen put down his chopsticks, and he smelled a very faint smell of mud and...blood on Liu Zhongbao's body.

"His Royal Highness has wounds on his body, so let the slaves carry it." Liu Zhongbao arched his hands toward King Qi, "His Royal Highness, please forgive me."