Abbot Le Chi led his young white-faced junior brother over, bowed to Gu Yun, and smiled at the dragon claw chrysanthemum with a bright look on his face: "I haven't seen you for many years, and the marquis's style remains the same. It's really a blessing for my country and country."

Gu Yun was so sad that his ugly face was so cold that his stomach hurt, and he thought to himself: "Isn't that true? You haven't cursed to death yet."

Of course, as the Marquis of Anding, he was not very convenient to make trouble without reason, at least he had to be able to live up to his face. He just nodded slightly with a faint expression: "For the Master, the blessing."

The white-faced monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes followed the ceremony, but he just smiled and said nothing. Gu Yun couldn't help but look at him again.

Le Chi explained: "Don't blame me, Mr. Marquis. Although my junior brother has a very good understanding and is very good at studying Buddhism, he is a pity that he is born to practice silent meditation."

Gu Yun was stunned. This man was actually a mute.

Monk Leran stepped forward and stretched out his hands to Gu Yun. The monk was almost dazzlingly white, and his eyebrows became darker, like a piece of burnt wood standing across the snow. If he were not a monk, he would have long black hair as black as ink, and his lips and teeth were red, just like a monster made of white porcelain.

Gu Yun frowned slightly and thought to himself: "What are you going to do to consecrate me?"

Monk Le Chi said, "The marquis is stable in the border area, and I believe he Beijing again soon. My junior brother wants to pray for the marquis to be safe."

Gu Yun smiled: "Master, there is no need to do this - I haven't recited a sutra for a day, and I haven't ate an incense stick, so I won't quarrel with Buddha."

Lenichi: "Amitabha Buddha, the Dharma is boundless and saves all sentient beings. This is a bad thing for the marquis."

When Gu Yun heard the four words "Amitabha" and wanted to hit people, his patience had reached its limit. He no longer wanted to talk nonsense to them. He said with a light expression: "The emperor is still waiting, so I won't delay any more. I will visit the master again on a date and accompany me less."

After saying that, he pulled Chang Geng and Zhu's little feet to walk into the palace. Chang Geng accidentally looked back and saw that the monk Mingran was not affected by Gu Yun's attitude at all. He was still pious as if he was kneeling down on the Buddha and muttering silently, as if he wanted to add the luck of Qi to Gu Yun who was gradually moving away without saying anything.

Believe it or not, and believing it or not, and believing it or not.

Chang Geng was in a daze when someone suddenly pulled him in his hand. Gu Yun whispered in a low voice: "What's the good monk? I'll see it too much."

Chang Geng withdrew his gaze as if he was good and asked Gu Yun: "Entertainment Father, is that true that the master said you still want to leave Beijing?"

Gu Yun: "Well."

Chang Geng asked, "When?"

"I can't say it," Gu Yun said, "It depends on the emperor's meaning - if I leave, you will be the biggest in the Marquis' Mansion. You have the final say. If you don't understand anything, discuss it with Uncle Wang."

Gu Yun did not give any instructions to study hard and concentrate on martial arts, because Chang Geng really felt ashamed of his elders.

After hearing this, Changgeng was stunned. After a while, he asked with difficulty: "Don't your adoptive father plan to take me there?"

"Ah?" Gu Yun said inexplicably, "What are you taking you for?"

Chang Geng suddenly stopped.

Before this day, Chang Geng never thought that there would be such a thing.

From the time Yan returned to the capital, Gu Yun always brought him by his side. Chang Geng didn't realize that once the adoptive father led his troops to the northwest again, he would be half apart from him in the Central Plains.

In the blink of an eye, Chang Geng suddenly thought of a series of things - in the eyes of his adoptive father, he was probably just a child who could not achieve martial arts. When soldiers went to the frontier, they would bring swords, guns, and armor. Who would bring a family that would drag people down?

In the future, Gu Yun will go to the northwest border. If there is nothing else there, he may be able to return to Beijing to report his work once a year. If there is a little bit of peace, he may not be able to stay there until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month. Now he is fourteen years old. How many years will he have left before the championship?

At that time, he the protection of Marquis Anding and move out of the Marquis' Mansion alone. He will live in the empty capital with an inexplicable reputation...

The adoptive father would always get married and have children. At that time, would he still remember the little burden he had left in the Marquis's mansion for free?

They are called father and son, but it turns out that fate is like an inch-long broken lamp, and it burns to the head as soon as it is lit. Only he is still immersed in the long dream.

Thinking of this, the entire palace seemed to have become a large ice cellar, freezing him all over.

Seeing that he suddenly stopped, Gu Yun turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Chang Geng blurted anxiously for a moment: "I want to go to the border with you too, I can join the army!"

Gu Yunxin said, "Stop making trouble. It's so difficult to dig you out of the door and wander around. What army does it take?"

However, after half a year of running-in, he probably found a little trick to be an elder. He did not attack Chang Geng in person. He just put on too much pretentiously and smiled with a little exaggerated encouragement: "Okay, I'll be my senior in the future."

Chang Geng: "…"

Obviously, what Gu Yun found was the trick of being a four-year-old elder, who lived ten years later.

Chang Geng's desperate attachment was curled back by the other party, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

The boy then shut up quietly, no longer struggled without any unnecessary struggle, stared at Gu Yun's tall back, as if staring at a narrow door that he had to live his whole life.

Emperor Long'an Li Feng was the nominal brother of Chang Geng, but from his appearance, it was impossible to tell that the two of them were related by blood, and the emperor looked more like the late emperor.

It was the second time Chang Geng saw him. Compared to the last time the war was in chaos, he could see it more clearly. The new emperor had just passed, and he was the best age in a man's life. He had a good face. Even if he was not an emperor, just looking at his face, he would never be much miserable in his life.

Chang Geng was very meticulous, especially after he arrived in the capital, he was very good at observing his words and expressions. Gu Yun mentioned it little, but Mr. Shen didn't have so many taboos. He complained to the emperor in private, which easily reminded people of a sarcastic and petty image, but it was not.

Before Gu Yun could enter the house, Emperor Longan had already ordered the eunuchs on the side to get the brazier, and said, "I told them a long time ago that the emperor must have come early. Come in and warm up quickly. I'll see you're cold."

Emperor Long'an called him "the uncle", but it was not very polite, because Gu Yun was not surnamed Li after all. The late emperor loved to be favored in private, so it would be fine if he talked casually, but the emperor preserved his childhood habit of intimacy.

He didn't call me in front of Gu Yun, and he was enthusiastic and a little casual intimate. He didn't look like a minister, but it seemed like a family member came.

"Little Changgeng is here too," Li Feng looked at Changgeng and sighed, "This young man has really changed his appearance every day. Last time I saw him not so tall - I recently succeeded to the throne, and I am always trembling. I am so anxious that I have not taken care of you in the past few months. Come and let the emperor take a good look."

Chang Geng was already ready to be unwelcome, but unexpectedly, the emperor's "not-welcome" was so hidden that he didn't feel it at all.

In this imperial capital, all the grudges and grudges are hidden. At first glance, everyone is in harmony and joy.

Gu Yun and the emperor chatted a few randomly, and occasionally recalled their childhood, Emperor Long'an brought out the "New Year's money" prepared for Chang Geng.

Changgeng, a wild child who grew up in Yan returned to the town, had never been exposed to human nature and had never seen any world. He only knew that "no rewards are not rewarded". Listening to Zhu Xiaojiao's revelation one by one, he almost became a little uneasy. He suspected that Gu Yun picked him up early in the morning and led him into the palace just to find the emperor to collect rent!

Emperor Longan asked Chang Geng's progress in studying and martial arts with a kind look, and said, "You are a descendant of my Li family. You must be diligent and have a good ability in the future so that you can share the worries of the emperor's brother in the future - what do Chang Geng want to do in the future?"

Chang Geng glanced at Gu Yun and said, "In the future, he would like to serve the general in the front and rear of the horse, and expand the territory for the emperor."

Emperor Long'an laughed, looking like Long Xin was happy, and repeatedly praised Chang Geng for his ambition.

Gu Yun picked up the tea bowl and drank tea to moisten his throat. He didn't interrupt, but just laughed, and the corners of his eyes flew up, making him so warm.

"Who serves who?" he thought helplessly.

While helpless, he felt comfortable again. He kept feeling relieved from his ears to his heart, and even the bad luck of seeing the monk just now was wiped out.

Emperor Longan said jokingly again: "That's right, but the soldiers on the frontier are suffering very much. How could your adoptive father let you suffer that sin?"

Gu Yun knew that the emperor was beating him around and continued with a wink, "If I dare to bring the little prince to the battlefield, the first brother of the emperor will not be spared."

Emperor Longan was satisfied and waved to Zhu Xiaojiao and called: "The envoy of the foreign pope sent a big clock last time, which was bigger than the rockery in the Imperial Garden. It was a small building. Every half hour, there were puppets coming out to perform singing and dancing. It was very lively. Take Changgeng to see the new things. I will say a few more gossips to the emperor."

Chang Geng knew that they had something to talk about, so he immediately followed Zhu Xiaojiao with tactfulness.

I wish Xiaojiao was very attentive to this well-educated and well-reasoned fourth prince, who had a complicated life experience, and led him to the warm-up hall all the way.

The "Warm Pavilion" is a semi-enclosed garden with bizarre glazed bricks on the outside, and steam braziers are installed in the ventilated areas. The inside is like spring and flowers are blooming.

The big clock that Emperor Long'an mentioned was placed in the middle, like a Western view entering the mountains and scenery.

Chang Geng sighed at the exquisite workmanship of foreigners, but like most people in the Central Plains, he could not appreciate those colorful pictures. After the novelty, he soon lost interest and his eyes fell on the corner of the warm pavilion - there was a person there, the monk Leran he met just now.

Mingran couldn't speak, so he gestured a few times. The little monk beside him immediately stepped forward and greeted him and said, "Fourth Prince, I wish you, my uncle and I will stay in the Imperial Garden to enjoy the grace of the emperor. On the way, I met the King of Wei. Master and the King of Wei have gone to talk to him. We are waiting for him here, hoping that the Fourth Prince's elegant pleasure will not be wiped out."

Chang Geng said politely: "I've disturbed the master."

Leran made a few more gestures. No matter what he did, he had a fairy spirit like flowing water, which made people not feel the crampedness of the mute monk at all. The little novice monk explained from the side: "The uncle said that he felt a favor when he saw the Fourth Prince. If you have time in the future, you will sit in Huguo Temple and serve you with good tea."

Chang Geng said politely: "Natural."

Monk Leran stretched out his hand to Chang Geng. Chang Geng didn't understand why, he hesitated for a moment and handed his hand over.

Leran wrote in his palm: "Does Your Highness believe in me Buddha?"

Chang Geng didn't hate monks like Gu Yun. These monks' quiet temperament made him feel good at seeing them.

But he had no belief, because he had no concept and did not understand it, so he could not say whether he believed or not.

Chang Geng didn't want to refute his face in person, so he just smiled.

Zhiran then knew it immediately, and did not think it was offensive. Instead, he smiled a little and wrote word by word on Chang Geng's palm: "I don't know the sufferings, and I don't believe in gods and Buddhas. I'm lucky, great good."

Chang Geng was stunned. The boy was facing the eyes of the mute monk, and suddenly felt that the slightest slurred in his heart was penetrated by the other party at a glance. For a moment, Urgu, Xiuniang, a background that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and all the unspeakable delusions slid through his heart like flowing water, and were penetrated by the eight words "Unknown suffering, not believing in gods and Buddhas".

Mingran erected eleven times to him and was about to leave.

Chang Geng suddenly called him: "Master, I will go to Huguo Temple to visit in the future."

Leran smiled and led his little novice away.

Just now, when the sound of the big bell in the warm pavilion was heard, a brisk sound of music sounded. Chang Geng suddenly turned around and saw the twelve small doors of the bell opening, and twelve small wooden puppets emerged, some playing the violin, dancing, and singing loudly. He finished singing a song happily, bowed, and turned back to the small door.

The bustle is settled.

After this day, Gu Yun lived a day that he went out earlier than before. Emperor Long'an meant to send him to represent Daliang to sign a trade treaty with the envoys of the Western Pope. Now a market is opened on the border of the Western Regions. If it goes well, open the trade route a little more.

In this way, he had to prepare to set off soon. Gu Yun had to run back and forth a day between Beijing and Beidaying. Before leaving, he had to settle the Ministry of Revenue and keep a close eye on the amount of Ziliu in the army that was allocated this year, and was very busy.

On the 16th day of the first lunar month, Gu Yun and Shen Yi returned late as usual. They had already booked and were about to leave Beijing the next day. They had to discuss something, so they went back to the Marquis' Mansion together.

Shen Yi: "Why did the Emperor hand over the Calais to us to escort? Are you afraid that we would secretly kill the prince on the way?"

Gu Yun smiled bitterly and said, "The Emperor rejected my memorial to increase the ratio of Ziliujin this year, saying that Lingshuyuan stole a new puppet machine from foreigners, which can be cultivated on behalf of others. It is not good enough, and the per mu production capacity has increased by half. This year, it is planned to promote it in Jiangnan first. Ziliujin has another source, and it really can't be divided. What can I say? Can Xuantie Camp still compete for profit with the people? The Emperor also said that Xuantie Camp is a powerful weapon for the country, and no one can shorten us, so the 100-year-old tribute added by the barbarians was allocated to us. Do you think I dare to touch the prince of the barbarian?"

Emperor Long'an's meaning is very clear - Prince Galai lost a hair, so the iron monsters in the Black Iron Camp do not need to burn purple and gold, you Gu Yun push it yourself.

Shen Yi thought about it and was speechless, so he had to smile in anger.

The two of them crossed the iron golem that was guarding the Marquis's Mansion, and Shen Yi asked, "By the way, have you agreed with the Fourth Prince about leaving Beijing tomorrow?"
To be continued...