Old Feng was stunned and smiled bitterly with a wrinkled face: "Your Majesty, then will you see me or not?"
"This Zhibai is also very miserable in the wind and snow. It seems that he has just come down from Baiyu Mountain and is covered in blood."
Qin Yun pinched his nose and said speechlessly: "Has he been beaten by Master Mie Jue again?"
Old Feng nodded.
"Forget it, let him come in."
"Yes!" Old Feng left respectfully. After a while, Old Master Zhibai came in, his body was covered in wind and snow, and his head was covered in white hair.
It can be seen from the naked eye that he was completely incomplete, and there were even many thorns on his Taoist robe, with blood stains, just like an old man who had been beaten up by a group.
Qin Yun took a look, twitched his lips, and said intimately, "Is this Jingyi a manoeuvre coming? Beating his father is like beating a sandbag?"
"See Your Majesty." Zhibai bowed his legs and felt pain in his pain.
Qin Yun waved his hand, and the eunuch quickly brought it to the chair.
He said angrily: "Old Taoist Zhibai, you, the trouble you committed when you were young has caused me a lot."
Zhibai was embarrassed: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?"
Qin Yun snorted: "It's the Lantern Festival soon. I want to invite Qingping Temple to go down the mountain and come to the palace to gather to repay the kindness, but I was rejected."
"Jing has always said that if the water in the well does not interfere with the river, it is impossible to go down the mountain on the Lantern Festival. It is obvious that people are just unhappy with you."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Zhibai's expression changed and he exclaimed: "Your Majesty, can't you invite her?"
Qin Yun said angrily: "I am not a god, I can do everything. If I don't want to, should I still use force?"
Zhibai looked ugly and sighed deeply: "Oh... the old Taoist originally wanted His Majesty to come forward on his behalf, please calm down and see him."
"Even if you meet and say something, the old Taoist will be content."
Qin Yun looked at the sad old man and didn't feel pity for him. Who told him to do that kind of thing when he was young and abandon Jingyi's mother?
He said angrily: "You have gone up the mountain countless times this year, but haven't seen her?"
Zhibai shook his head and looked sad: "No, every time I haven't gone up the mountain, I'm thrown down the mountain by Jingyi. I can't even see her face."
Qin Yun frowned: "Originally, your Daozong has made great contributions, so I shouldn't refuse, but in this situation, even if I help you, I'm powerless."
Zhibai gritted his teeth, his beard trembled, and his clenched fist loosened again, with just a long sigh.
"Oh, it would be great if I could sit down and chat with Jingyi quietly."
Hearing this, Qin Yun had a sudden inspiration, as if he had captured something, and a very terrifying idea emerged: "Do you really want to see Jingyi?"
Zhibai focused on the key point. This year he lived in infinite guilt towards Jingyi. But Jingyi didn't give him a chance to express his apology at all, and it would be a beating when he met!
"Cough cough!" Qin Yun coughed gently and stood up: "I do have a solution, but it's a bit dangerous."
Zhibai's old face shook, as if he saw a glimmer of light, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, please say, the old Taoist will never postpone it. Not to mention it is dangerous, even if you die, you are willing!"
Qin Yun thief Xixi said, "Okay, but we are a deal. I will help you meet Jingyi, but you must help me hold Jingyi back for Jingyi for a day!"
Zhibai was stunned and conditioned reflex: "Your Majesty, you..."
Qin Yun confessed: "I want to secretly pick Youwei up the mountain and come to the palace to celebrate the Lantern Festival."
The old Taoist Zhibai's face was in a dilemma: "Your Majesty, this is not right... If Jingyi knew about it, he would probably have a greater hatred for me, his father!"
"Besides, a nun... Your Majesty, you are not suitable."
Qin Yun glared and said seriously: "I am a gentleman, but I just want Youwei to come and celebrate the festival!"
"Tong Wei, Shunhua and others miss her very much, but Jingyi is not allowed to have contact with the palace because of your reasons."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Zhibai twitched his lips and tentatively said, "Are you really just a holiday?"
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "What about that?"
Zhibai hesitated, but under the temptation of being able to meet Jingyi, he still gritted his teeth and said, "That's fine! But the question is that Jingyi's force is far above me, how can he hold her back for the whole day?"
"I'm afraid it's hard to let her go down the mountain."
Qin Yun's eyes turned: "Put the medicine!"
Zhibai's face trembled when he heard this, shook his head quickly and said seriously: "No!"
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely not possible!"
Qin Yun glared: "What else do you want to do? With your past sins, Jingyi could not meet you at all. Apart from the path of drugging, the only way to let Mr. Feng take action to suppress him."
"But obviously, it's safer to put her on medicine to lose her force."
"You think about it yourself."
The old Taoist Zhibai looked ugly and fell into struggle. He gritted his teeth tightly. He didn't want to hurt Jingyi, but being able to sit down and talk and take a good look at his daughter was his long-cherished wish for the rest of his life!
He no longer asked for forgiveness, he just wanted to sit down and chat with her and see what she looked like.
Jingyi has been wearing a hat. Not to mention Zhibai, even Qin Yun has never seen his true appearance.
After hesitating for a while, he raised his head: "Your Majesty, will there be adverse reactions if you apply the medicine...?"
Qin Yun frowned: "I will let Doctor Sun participate, so I will definitely not hurt Jingyi, at most I will lose her day's force."
"She is Youwei's master, and I can't hurt her."
"As long as the time is reasonable, she will not know that Youwei went down the mountain secretly, but..." Qin Yun paused and looked at him and said, "Yi Jingyi's temper, once the medicine is effective, you may be beaten to death."
Zhibai smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said quietly: "It's all the old Taoist's fault. It's not her fault. Even if she kills me, I'm willing."
"A man is in his seventies and finds that he has a daughter in this world. He is clearly close to him, but he cannot even see a true face. What a mockery?"
As he said that, his tears gradually blurred his vision, and he was covered in wind and snow, and he choked and said, "I know I cannot forgive, and I don't want to forgive."
"When I saw Wan Jingyi, the old Taoist would draw a prison to apologize to her mother until she died of old age." There seemed to be endless regret, endless self-reproach, and even trembling on his old face.
Seeing this, everyone in the Imperial Study showed a hint of sympathy.
Qin Yun froze, not knowing what to say, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with those old things that I just quit and hate them.
But for Zhibai, it was more like a huge joke made by God, but if you want to save it, you missed it by chance.
Who has truly become the beneficiary?
All were hurt after all.
He spoke for a long time: "Forget it, after thinking about it, it's still inappropriate. I won't take medicine. Just wait in the palace on the Lantern Festival. It's better to be under my nose."
"I will help you invite Jingyi...I can't help with the rest."
After saying that, Qin Yun frowned. Zhibai's affairs were too difficult. If he used him to steal Li Youwei, his conscience would not be able to get over it.
"Your Majesty, didn't you say you couldn't come down to Jingyi?" Zhibai raised his head, his eyes red.
Qin Yun said angrily: "If I have this matter, can I stand by and watch? If I don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, I still have to take care of Daozong!"
"You don't have to worry about it, I'll be hard if I can't do it!"