Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

Mr. Du and Ban Ren have completely different personalities.

Although Ban Ren looks ferocious, he usually doesn't speak much, and always finds a corner to stay silently, like a very intimidating hill.

Mr. Du is different.

He is a smiling tiger!

Don't look at him always smiling, no matter who he is facing, he is gentle and kind, approachable, considerate and considerate.

But in fact, he has more bad water in his stomach than anyone else!

Along the way, Hua Manman thought of many ways to escape, but Mr. Du tried his best to resolve them all.

What's even worse is that every time he still pretends that he doesn't know anything, he still looks gentle and kind.

This gave Hua Manman the feeling of punching cotton.

It's powerless!

Just when Hua Manman was about to give up struggling, it suddenly rained heavily.

There was a mudslide ahead, and all the official roads were blocked.

They had no choice but to deviate from the official road and enter a remote mountain road.

The mountain road was rough and difficult to walk, and with the rain, their speed was even slower.

At this speed, they may not be able to catch up with the grand ceremony of moving the capital.

While taking a break on the way, Mr. Du got into the carriage where Hua Manman was.

"My lord, I need your help with something."

Hua Manman still maintained the paralyzed posture of salted fish, and glanced at him lazily.

"Um?"

Mr. Du: "The road ahead will become more and more difficult. We need to ask the imperial court to send someone to help us. This requires a letter from the eldest son."

He thoughtfully laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Hua Manman looked at the writing brush and inkstone in front of him, feeling a little nervous.

She has only used pencils, pens, and ballpoint pens to write, and has hardly ever used a brush.

You don't need to think about it to know that her calligraphy must be ugly.

What if Mr. Du sees the clue?

Hua Manman: "Can't I dictate, and you write it?"

Mr. Du looked helpless.

"I'm afraid it won't work.

This letter is to be addressed to the Prince Regent.

If it was written by a subordinate, the letter should not be delivered to the Regent.

Only a letter written by the eldest son can attract the attention of the court. "

It was the first time Hua Manman heard the name Regent, and couldn't help being a little curious.

"There is still a regent in the court?"

Mr. Du explained carefully.

"You have amnesia, and it's not surprising that you don't remember.

Now the saint is sick in bed, and the prince is young, so the government affairs in the court are handled by the regent. "

Huaman suddenly realized.

To put it bluntly, now the court is the regent who has the final say.

He is the number one boss in Shangjing.

Mr. Du handed over the brush dipped in ink: "Please write, my son."

Hua Manman asked tentatively.

"Will you believe me if I say that I have forgotten how to write the words?"

Mr. Du smiled slightly: "If you don't know how to write, my subordinates can hold your hand and teach you to write stroke by stroke."

Hua Manman imagined that scene.

I feel goosebumps all over my body.

She hastily refused: "No need, I can do it myself."

Things have come to this, she can only bite the bullet and go on.

What if Mr. Du asked her later why her handwriting was so ugly? She reasoned that she had lost her memory and forgot the skills of writing.

But when she actually held the brush, her fingers involuntarily adjusted to the correct posture for holding the brush.

The written handwriting seems to be random, but upon closer inspection, it can faintly reveal a bit of sharpness.

This is obviously not a word that a novice can write.

It's as if she has written a lot of calligraphy, and her body has long since developed inertia.

Wait for a letter to be written.

Hua Manman looked at those familiar and unfamiliar handwriting, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

When did she learn brush calligraphy?

Why doesn't she remember?

Mr. Du picked up the letter and looked at it, and praised with a smile.

"Although the son has lost his memory, his handwriting is better than before. Looking at the details of this concealed and clumsy, it has a bit of the meaning of a regent."

Hua Manman looked bewildered, obviously he didn't understand how this matter has something to do with the Prince Regent?

Mr. Du found a box from the hidden compartment of the carriage.

Opening the box, there was a small and exquisite ribbon seal inside.

It was a seal representing the identity of the prince of Prince Yu's Mansion.

Mr. Du handed the seal to Hua Manman and asked her to put a stamp on the end of the letter.

he explained.

"Although the current regent is from a general background, his calligraphy is also excellent.

It's just that his calligraphy works are hardly seen on the market, so few people know about it.

It was also by chance that the subordinates saw the letter written by the Prince Regent to King Yu, so they knew that the Prince Regent's calligraphy was very good. "

Hua Manman showed a clear face: "That's right."

Mr. Du folded the letter paper, stuffed it into an envelope, and sealed it with wax clay.

He picked out the fastest person from the personal guards and asked him to rush to Beijing with a letter.

...

The layout of Tianjing City is basically the same as that of Shangjing.

The only difference is that there is a Xuanji Temple to the east of the palace, and a Chongming Temple to the west.

When the regent said he wanted to build a Taoist temple, everyone thought that the regent had started to believe in religion, and the Taoists in the city who heard about it also thought that their good days were coming.

However, before they were happy for two days, the regent ordered people to build temples in the city.

And there is only one street between the Taoist temple and the temple.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance.

Now not only the Taoist priests and monks were dumbfounded, but also all the civil and military officials in the court were at a loss.

Ordinary people believe in Buddhism but don’t believe in religion, and people who believe in religion don’t believe in Buddhism.

How could anyone like the Prince Regent believe in both sides!

However, Li Ji himself doesn't care what other people think.

For him, whether it is Buddha or Taoist, as long as anyone can help him realize his wish, he is a loyal believer.

Now Xuanji Temple and Chongming Temple have been completed.

Li Ji came to inspect the results in person.

He first went to Xuanji Temple, and then went to Chongming Temple.

When he came out of the temple, the navy blue cloak was already stained with a faint scent of sandalwood.

But the hostility in the eyebrows is still strong.

In addition, he has lost a lot of weight over the past few years, and his facial contours have become sharper.

Like a sharp blade that could see blood at any time, everyone was terrified when they saw it.

The abbot of Chongming Temple personally sent people out of the gate.

When the person walked away, the abbot clasped his hands together and sighed softly.

Amitabha, even if he is in a Buddhist temple, he can't save the evil spirit on this person.

Li Ji rode back to the palace.

As soon as he entered the door, Gao Shan ran over quickly.

"My lord, here is a letter sent by Prince Yu's son."

Gao Shan enshrined the letter with both hands.

Hearing the word Yuwang, Li Ji paused.

Back then Li Xun was murdered by the nanny next to him, after some investigation, the last clue pointed to Prince Yu's Mansion.

Li Ji is a man who always seeks revenge.

Even after many years, he still remembers this hatred.

Originally, he planned to wait for the eldest son of Prince Yu's Mansion to arrive in Shangjing, and then find a reason to get rid of him.

I didn't expect to receive a letter from Prince Yu's son now.