Ye Qingyun asked rhetorically.
"This is especially true when it comes to governing a country. If you only focus on laws and regulations, it will never work."
Li Yuanxiu nodded thoughtfully.
He couldn't fully accept Ye Qingyun's words for a while.
It still needs time to digest slowly.
Ye Qingyun didn't know either.
He was still very satisfied with Li Yuanxiu.
At least this is a good seedling who knows how to think.
Unlike some princes who always talk empty talk, when it comes time to do practical things, each one is more dumbfounded than the other.
"That's it for today, I'm going back first."
"Congratulations, Master!"
Li Yuanxiu sent Ye Qingyun out of the Prince's Mansion all the way. He didn't turn back to the mansion until he saw Ye Qingyun disappear.
Ye Qingyun returned to his mansion.
Rush into the kitchen.
I made myself a bowl of fried noodles.
So hungry.
After having a meal at the Prince's Mansion, I felt hungry within half a day.
And the food in the Prince's Mansion is really not delicious.
It's better to eat a bowl of fried noodles by yourself.
I ate a big bowl in a hurry.
Ye Qingyun touched his belly and then revealed his heart
A satisfied look.
Huikong suddenly came to Ye Qingyun.
"Son!"
He clasped his hands together and bowed to Ye Qingyun.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qingyun looked at him.
Huikong showed a bit of trepidation.
"Holy Son, the Shurangama Sutra was written for the poor monk before. The poor monk has completely understood it, but he doesn't know the rest of the scriptures."
It turned out that I came here to ask for scriptures.
I thought it was something.
"Wait."
Ye Qingyun must have written another Shurangama Sutra.
Huikong stretched out his neck and watched, his face full of ecstasy.
Another scripture has been written.
"take it."
Ye Qingyun waved his hand and said.
Huikong quickly picked up the scriptures with both hands, looking cautious.
It's like finding a treasure.
"Thank you, Holy Son! Thank you, Holy Son!"
Huikong quickly knelt down to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun waved his hand, "Take it yourself and slowly comprehend it."
"Yes, yes! The little monk will never let the Holy Son down!"
Huikong left happily.
Ye Qingyun was planning to take a nap.
As a result, someone came to visit again.
Ye Qingyun was a little impatient.
"Who is he?"
Shen Tianhua said, "Zen Master Dahui."
Ye Qingyun was startled.
Why is this person here?
This is a big shot.
You can't just send it away casually.
"Let him in."
Soon, Zen Master Dahui walked in.
This time he stood alone.
And it didn't fly down directly like last time.
Instead, he walked into the Ye Mansion after going through the report first.
It seemed very polite.
Zen Master Dahui came to Ye Qingyun and bowed.
"The poor monk is greatly benefited and pays homage to the Holy Son!"
Chapter completed!