Xianyu Shaohua is very reluctant to let go of Master Xuanbei, especially now that major events are happening frequently in Prince E's palace, and now Xianyu Hongshan has become a useless person after all.
As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the monkey will scatter, and they will no longer regain their former courage. Several major forces in the court have fallen apart with Xianyu Hongshan. If there are people who abandon the dark and turn to the light overnight, they can't be counted on two hands.
There are too many things to deal with, and Master Xuanbei is about to leave at this time, but how do you want Xianyu Shaohua to accept it?
Xianyu Shaohua sighed deeply and said, "Master, since you have made up your mind, let's have breakfast before leaving."
Master Xuanbei put away his sword and nodded.
The two of them walked side by side to the dining hall. At this time, most of the people in the palace had already woken up and were having breakfast in the dining hall.
The discipline of Prince E's Mansion is very strict, and there is a distinction between masters and servants. Every day, the servants come in to eat only after the masters have finished their meal.
At this time, Xianyu Hongshan and the princesses were sitting at the table. Master Xuanbei and Xianyu Shaohua walked in from the door side by side. Looking at Xianyu Hongshan's empty right arm, Master Xuanbei naturally felt the same.
Can't bear it.
Wen Zhaolan sat aside and asked Xianyu Shaohua to sit down. After Xianyu Shaohua sat down, Wen Zhaolan looked at Master Xuanbei with a smile on his face and asked: "In the past few days, every day after master gets up in the morning, he practices swordsmanship in the courtyard.
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"I wonder if Shao Hua's cultivation has become much better than before?"
As soon as Wen Zhaolan finished speaking, Master Xuanbei clasped his hands and said to Xianyu Hongshan and the princesses: "The poor monk will leave after breakfast. I hope the king will take it seriously for now!"
Xian Yu Hongshan couldn't help but feel a flash of astonishment on his face. He frowned and asked, "Master, why do you want to leave suddenly?"
Master Xuanbei told what happened about Zhao Rui on the spot. Xianyu Hongshan and the other princesses were very understanding of Master Xuanbei.
In this way, this breakfast became a farewell banquet to see off Master Xuanbei.
There was no wine on the dinner table, so Xianyu Hongshan temporarily asked someone to bring the old wine out of the warehouse and decided to have a drink with Master Xuanbei.
The wine of the Beirong Kingdom is completely different from the wine of the great Central Plains countries. It is not very strong, and most of it is brewed with fruits.
Master Xuanbei was originally from the Mauryan Dynasty, so drinking this wine tastes like drinking juice.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Xianyu Hongshan sighed sadly: "There is nothing I can do about Yuqing City and our party to end up like this."
"From now on, there will probably be fewer and fewer places in this court where I, Xianyu Hongshan, can talk. Master is leaving today and I don’t know when he will come back. I hope we can share the beauty of the moon together for a long time!"
Master Xuanbei saw that Xianyu Hongshan was in this situation now. He sighed in his heart and said: "Your Majesty, from now on you can take care of yourself. I have tried my best wherever I can help."
"King Qin, he has outstanding talents, and I have taught him all my lifelong cultivation. I believe he will definitely do something great in the future."
Xianyu Hongshan nodded vigorously and drank all the wine in the bowl.
He had just put the bowl in his hand on the table when he suddenly heard an exclamation from outside the dining hall: "It's not good, it's not good!"
Xian Yu Hongshan and Wen Zhaolan looked at each other and quickly looked outside the dining hall, only to see that the person who exclaimed was a servant in the mansion.
Xianyu Shaohua quickly stood up and was about to walk out quickly when Xianyu Hongshan said, "Shaohua, sit down."
Xianyu Shaohua watched helplessly as the young boy ran in like a storm, clutching a note tightly in his hand and sweating profusely as he ran.