Chapter 14 Kyoto Coup, various parties argue 10

Chu Shou's head continued to be buried here, keeping his fall posture calm. Just as he was about to get up, a corner of his robe suddenly broke into her sight...

"Senior sister? What are you doing? Where are you hatching chickens?"

Chu Shou looked up and saw a string of Buddhist beads hanging in front of her eyes, and then saw a pair of eyes full of confusion. Then he reached out to hold the man and reached out and crawled up with the force.

"It's a good thing that everyone went downstairs to listen to Acacia Mu. Otherwise, you would be watched. The storyteller would have to talk for three days..."

"Why are you here?" Chu Shou patted the dust on his body, looking at where there were figures in the corridor over there. He met Wu Zhuo, the Ministry of Justice of Fang Lai, nodded and greeted him in a quiet voice.

"If you miss you, come and find you..."

Looking at Chu Shou staring at him with disbelief, Zhao Wuji shrugged helplessly, and then turned back: "Actually... well."

"It was you... I asked me to arrange everything. When I went to the general's mansion, I met the prime minister at the door. He asked me to tell you not to be tempted and go home early."

"Just to say this?"

"Well, that's it." Zhao Wuji rubbed the Buddhist beads wrapped in his hand, leaned against the railing, and turned his head stubbornly, leaving only his side face and not looking at her.

"Where is the medicine? How about your Majesty after taking it?"

"It depends on tomorrow. If tomorrow improves, you may come back to your senses."

Chu Shou nodded and said solemnly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Wuji curled the corner of his mouth and hummed twice, "I am trying to save my life. How can I work hard to save my life? If my senior sister thinks I work hard..."

Before he finished speaking, a crisp voice came from behind, "Brother Wuji!"

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came up on the stairs, wearing goose yellow clothes, with yellow-green dogwood-shaped hair on her bun, goose face and apricot eyes, curved eyebrows and long eyelashes. When she looked at them, her eyes were round and she jumped when she walked, and the moon beads on her ears were shaking, and she was filled with energy.

"Brother Wuji... is this?" Seeing Chu Shou standing beside him, Su Li hesitated a little, climbing the stair railing in his hand, stopping, blinking his big eyes, and looking at Chu Shou alertly.

Behind him was a maid who was smaller than her. He looked behind him and recognized him, and told him softly: Maybe it was Princess Rukawa.

When Su Li heard this, he recalled that Brother Wuji had said that the princess was a person like white jade. It seemed that he did not lie.

He immediately became respectful and said with a blessed manner: "Su Li, the daughter of Su Huaiyu, the Minister of Rites, met Princess Liuchuan and King Zhongshan."

Chu Shou looked at the child with thick eyebrows and big eyes, lively and cute, and couldn't help but soften his tone, nodded quickly, raised his hand and signaled, "Please get up quickly..."

Since she was named the princess, she has not been able to adapt to this kind of etiquette for a day, and she always feels guilty of it in her heart...

"How can I go out at night?" Zhao Wuji turned around lazily, held the railing down a few steps, and blocked the little lady with his wide shoulders, causing Chu Shou to eavesdrop on the corner of the wall.

Su Li was stunned for a moment when asked. She was weak since childhood. Later, because her father asked the little Zhongshan King to take her to Fodu Temple for treatment, the gasp in her womb improved. She used to take two steps and had shortness of breath. Now it is not a problem to climb half of the mountain. It cannot be said that she is walking vigorously. It is still no big problem to take two steps at once, hehe.

"Didn't you say... I'm in good health and can I go out for a few days?" Zuli replied timidly, lowering his head, like a child who did something wrong.

"oh."

Zhao Wuji looked down at the child's head, responded only and did not answer again.

Su Li looked up, smiled brightly, and said sweetly: "Brother Wuji, a few days ago, you didn't mean to find a blacksmith with good skills. Today, I have found it for you. I asked him to go to the temple tomorrow..."

When Zhao Wuji heard this, he frowned and said coldly: "Didn't you tell you not to interfere in my business?"

"I... I just heard Abbot Huiyuan mention it, thinking that my brother is more familiar with it, so I took the initiative. Brother Wuji, if you don't like it..." Su Li sniffed, and the more he spoke, he became less confident, and then lowered his head.

Zhao Wuji went down a few steps. The beads wrapped around his wrist touched the handrail, making a light and soft sound. He liked to wear wide robe and big sleeves, with some ancient book-like colors, hanging on his body, like the exorcist Bodhisattva worshipped in the temple. Especially when he looked up, it added a little majesty and a sense of oppression, which made people dare not raise their heads.

After standing still, he spoke softly in a voice that they could hear: "Well, I don't like it very much, and... don't call me that in the future."

Su Li held the rabbit lantern bought from the street tightly in his hand, and he was helplessly clenched his fingers, biting his lips and lost color, but he raised his head stubbornly and smiled bitterly: "Wuji... If the prince doesn't like, Su Li will make it with care."

Fearing that he would say something worse than the previous sentence, Zu Li lifted up his skirt and turned downstairs after he said this.

Fang turned around, tears flowed down his cheeks, raised his hand to wipe away the unscrupulous tears, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to give a gift. He turned around in a hurry and stepped over Zhao Wuji to salute Chu Shou, and said, "Princess, please forgive me, Su Li will leave first."

After saying that, he went downstairs like a frightened little rabbit.

Chu Shou sighed helplessly, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Wuji's back from top to bottom, and said, "I'm very happy to see her coming to find you. I think you have improved, it seems..."

Zhao Wuji turned around and responded, looked at her with his head raised, for some reason that he had red eyes and his thin lips trembled slightly: "It seems that I am still the same, shouldn't that senior sister... shouldn't she rush to let go?"

Chu Shou's heart twisted, his face darkened, he looked down at his hand holding the Buddhist beads tightly, and said, "Don't hold it. If it is torn, I have to shamelessly ask Master Yuan for the few remaining strings."

Zhao Wuji became weak like a tight string suddenly loosening and relaxed. He raised his hand to support the railing and gasped. His fingers with distinct joints held the railing tightly. The blue veins swelled up, and sweat beads were already covered in front of his forehead. He hung it on his thin chin along his side, which looked not very pleasant.

At this moment, the door was opened on the other side, and the mermaids inside came out in a row and said goodbye one after another.

Song Yanqing finally came out with his hands behind his back, and there was no emotion on his face, so he nodded and said goodbye to the others.

At this angle... Chu Shou breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw his eyebrows clearly. God, it was this time...

Perhaps because she felt Chu Shou's gaze, Song Yanqing looked here and clearly. She was standing on top, and there was a man below. She looked at her back a little familiar, and she had seen it somewhere.

"Sir, the carriage is waiting below..." Mu Huashu noticed his gaze and immediately reminded him softly, turning his head to look at Chu Shou.

Seeing this, Chu Shou immediately came to his senses, withdrew his gaze in panic, walked down the steps lightly, and struggled to lift Zhao Wuji's arm, preparing to go downstairs with him.

Unexpectedly, the rope that Zhao Wuji had tensed in his heart suddenly broke. He had an unbearable headache in an instant, and bursts of pain came over and over again. When his body became soft, he collapsed down the stairs.

She looked at him in pain and immediately straightened him and did not ask him to slide down. She took off the hairpin from her head with her backhand, held it tightly, and stabbed it at his shoulder without any hesitation.

It’s not acupuncture point. It’s just that the pain that is shaped like this makes Zhao Wuji wake up and use poison to fight poison. It’s very painful but useful…

He groaned, leaned against the steps and leaned his head back, and a thin layer of sweat had already accumulated on his neck.

Chu Shou looked at his eyes and focused again, as if he had eased, and he pulled out the hairpin that was inserted on his shoulder without any hesitation.

The hairpin was blood-colored, and he grabbed Zhao Wuji's sleeve and wiped the blood-colored, and inserted it back into the hair.

Zhao Wuji's lips were gone, his eyes were filled with tiredness, his hair was a little messy, his frown was weak and he said: "Senior sister, take me home."

As in the early years, Chu Shou felt sad. He pulled his arm and wrapped it over his shoulders, and continued to take him downstairs. He spoke earnestly while walking: "I see that sister has a very good relationship. Don't say anything nonsense, it will ruin our fate."

Zhao Wuji was just right. She was always afraid that she would reject other people's kindness because of her. Although he was a little confused, he really understood what he wanted? Where?

Unable to bear to support most of the weight on her, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and endured it. Logically speaking, such severe pain made it difficult for him to control his emotions. Even if his body is covered by emotions, he would not be allowed to control whether he walks or sits. But there are always exceptions in everything, such as in front of Chu Shou.

However, at that time, anyone could pull him out of his fear and lend him a helping hand to protect him, but he was very glad that the person happened to be her.

So he pretended to be playful and replied, "Since my senior sister doesn't like it, I won't do it anymore."

Chu Shou seemed to be very helpful and nodded in his support: "Well, don't always refuse others, you have to learn to accept... Do you understand? These lenient words...will that demon monk tell you?"

At that time, the family of King Zhongshan was suddenly in trouble, and in the end, Zhao Wuji was left alone. His grief and anger were difficult to resolve, and his depression became sick. In order to preach Buddhism, the monk Huiyuan of the Fodu Temple traveled around and said something that could open the mind and eliminate obsession... So Chu Shou resolutely sent Zhao Wuji to the mountain, one to protect him from being disturbed by the outside world, and the other to be in the mountains and fields, whether it was listening to teachings or truly converting to Buddhism, there was always some healing effect.

Before leaving, she asked Master Yuan for a string on the guqin and made the string of white jade Buddhist beads for him, hoping that he would not be surprised by his favor and disgrace, and he would not be mindful of staying or leaving, and let go of his obsession in his heart, and wish him and herself, because she would leave the capital at that time.

"Master Huiyuan said something that makes sense, how could he have soup and water like you?" Zhao Wuji relieved a lot, trying to suppress the inexplicable emotions, pretending to be relaxed.

Chu Shou lowered his head and looked at the steps under his feet, slowed down, stared at him one by one, and coaxed the child: "Then don't listen to what he said to you."

Some of the diners who met the two of them recognized them, and they all bowed in a low voice, and Chu Shou also replied one by one.

The front hall kept singing, and there were bursts of cheers rising and falling. The ground was filled with gold paper that had just fallen from the sky. The children gathered together and squatted on the ground to pick up golden pieces of paper. There were also mystery on the paper, and riddles were written in small words for everyone to entertain.

The two walked tacitly. After a while, Zhao Wuji spoke: "It's better to do this. I'll build a temple in the north of the city. Can you tell me every day?..."

Chu Shou turned his eyes and raised his lips and smiled, joking, "If the temple was covered with green bricks and green tiles, I could consider it."

Zhao Wuji raised his lips and smiled, knowing that she was coaxing him again, and continued to angrily say, "I haven't entered the palace for five years. It's fine if I was caught a few days ago. Today you asked me to go to the main hall again. I endured it for a long time, and it's all your fault."

"Well, so didn't I write the word "sorry" at the end of the letter early in the morning?" Chu Shou nodded without changing his expression, and it was just right.

He chuckled, thinking that it was an excuse to avoid passers-by and quietly approached a little closer. Chu Shou raised his hand and grabbed his clothes behind him, held his forearm with one hand, and took him away with him, and said with great difficulty: "That's it that I blamed you wrongly. Are you just helping the emperor like this? Not only is he responsible for saving people, but also for guarding the country for him? It's really the heart of a bodhisattva."

"Your Majesty is gone, I'm afraid that my title of princess will also be gone. If I don't have power or power, I will be very sad."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and he said, "She has ten thousand words back and forth, and replied stubbornly: "Vanity."

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The two walked with the wind, their hair was flying. They soon left Linzhou. A Shui Sanqian was waiting outside in a carriage. Seeing Chu Shou coming out, he immediately came forward with a cloak cloak on his forearm.

"Miss, Young Master Lin sent a letter to say that he would have something to do at Yichunju tonight."

"Yichunju?" Chu Shou was tidying up his hair that was overwhelmed by the cloak. The theater was not allowed to think too much, "It just so happens that this guy is not good anymore. Pull it back to the needle. Don't smash the restaurant if you go crazy later."

"No need to say so in detail." Zhao Wuji bit his back teeth, not for threats, but for ease the stinging pain after sensation on his head.

Well, it was a threatening tone.

Turning around, standing at Chu Shou, looking at her with a smile, lowering her head to signal. Chu Shou looked at the untied cloak cuff, shook his head helplessly, and reached out to help tie it.

Suddenly, a carriage ran from behind, and a person was sitting in the carriage, wearing a hat, a mysterious suit, and carrying a double sword. He stopped behind them.

A group of people walked out of the brightly lit place at the entrance of the restaurant. The headed jade crown was covered with blue clothes and dark eyes as quiet as a flat lake.

The diners and passers-by couldn't help but slow down and turned their attention to him, and Chu Shou was no exception.

Zhao Wuji glanced and chuckled. He looked at Chu Shou's little hand that stopped moving, then raised his eyes and stared at his eyes along his mouth and nose. His eyes were flowing, and he leaned closer and said softly, "Senior sister, you haven't tied it yet."

Chu Shou turned his eyes and raised his eyes, smiled, and withdrew his strength in his hands, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Speak well..."

Zhao Wuji ignored it, but raised his hand and grabbed her hand, pulled Chu Shou and walked straight towards Song Yanqing. Chu Shou twisted his hand and struggled, but was firmly held back and could only let him pull it over.

"Here, I want to see it all night, I'll see it enough." Zhao Wuji raised his chin and brought Chu Shou to him. I don't know who asked him to see it enough.

"What do you think enough..." Chu Shou hid behind him, pulled him away, but the man held him tightly, and he wanted to go against her as if he was determined.

Song Yanqing stood with calm eyes, with his hands behind his back, and a meaningful smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Mu Huashu beside him swept across Chu Shou, who was hiding behind the cloak in his eyes, and said softly: "Sir, go, don't pull here."

Song Yanqing ignored it and took a step forward, as if some wind was frozen, his ears were red, his drooping black hair passed through the jade crown and swept across his neck, and the ones pressed against the robe were slightly red. His white skin color reflected the bright red lips, his ink hair was flying and his blue clothes were thick, and his throat made a cold sound, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "I haven't seen you for a long time, the king of Zhongshan."

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and laughed, then raised his eyes, looked at him calmly with some aggressive eyes, held Chu Shou's hand tighter, and pondered: "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder if you should call him Lord Du Censor? Or - Lord Tianguan?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!