The four masters drank the porridge in one go, and the meal was almost over. Song Ying also accelerated and quickly dropped the bowls and chopsticks.

All the dishes were eaten clean.

Song Ying stood up and asked for instructions: "I'll clean up."

The four masters nodded with a smile, watched Song Ying put the bowl and plate on the tray, and without waiting for her to pick it up, he stood up and said, "Let's go."

Let's go? Song Ying was stunned, but immediately responded, watching the four masters stepping along and followed.

It was almost noon, and the sunlight shone on the people outside the temple. I don’t know if it was the cold or uneasy in the twelfth lunar month. Everyone did not feel warm. Some officials couldn’t help but move their hands and feet gently. The temple gate opened at this time, and the officials’ queues couldn’t help but feel messy and welcoming them forward.

The four masters still stood at the door. Song Ying did not step past the door and looked at the four masters and said, "When can I learn from the master?"

The four masters looked at her and said, "Study, you can learn everywhere in the world, and everyone in the world can be a teacher."

Song Ying should have said, "Abide by the master's teachings." He smiled again, "But you also need to learn from the master, and everyone is the master."

The four masters also smiled, looked at Song Ying, reached out to stroke her head, and said, "I am old and can't teach you young people anymore."

Song Ying suddenly felt tears falling.

The officials who stood close to see it and thought to themselves that they were sad because the four masters said they would not accept it as disciples?

Song Ying's tears fell and then laughed again, saying, "Master, I'm not crying because I want candy."

The four masters nodded with a smile and said, "I know."

Song Ying raised his hand and wiped his tears gently, saying, "Even if the master does not accept me as his disciple, he is still my elder. Since he was killed and passed away from his father and mother, I have no real elder in this world, and no one caressed my head again." Holding his hand in front of him, there were traces of water on it under the sunlight, which were the tears I wiped off, "I haven't cried for a long time."

People without elders cannot cry even if they are children.

She, Chu Baozhang, does not cry.

The four masters stroked her head again and said, "You can still cry."

Song Ying nodded, raised her head and smiled: "You can cry in the future."

The four masters smiled and said, "Go."

Song Ying bowed and said, without hesitation, he walked over the threshold and walked down the steps, and the temple door behind him closed.

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.....

Watching Song Ying walk over, Chen Sheng, Wang Lieyang and others step by step to welcome him.

"Your Highness." They politely said.

Song Ying nodded and looked back at the temple. The temple door was closed and the inside was silent.

"Go back to the palace." She said withdrew her gaze.

With the order, the officials were waving around the ceremonial warriors, and the temple became lively. The retreating Beijing soldiers and imperial guards were densely scattered around. Although they were outside the gate of the capital, the black armored guards in the city had not been captured before. I don’t know how many black armored guards were hidden outside the city. It was really adventurous to travel at this time.

"The orphans have been in danger." Song Ying said, "so there is no so-called adventure."

Wang Lieyang said: "Don't worry, your highness, there will be no riots inside and outside the capital." He looked respectful and confident.

Song Ying nodded to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Prince Wang."

Wang Lieyang politely said: "It is my duty."

Song Yuan said on the side: "If you have anything to say, it's still too dangerous outside."

Song Ying took a step, but after a few steps, he paused, pressed his hand on his heart and his face was stiff...

"Your Highness."

Low voices erupted everywhere, Ji Chong was the first to support Song Ying, and Chen Sheng, Song Yuan Wang Lieyang also quickly surrounded him.

"What's wrong?"

"Imperial Doctor!"

Several people shouted anxiously.

The surrounding team became even more messy, and Chanyi walked out of the queue quickly. Song Ying waved his hand to stop him, and helped Ji Chong stand up straight, saying, "It's okay, it's just now..." He stopped talking.

Chen Sheng said: "How is it just now?"

Just now, I only heard the four masters say a few words to her at the door, and they didn't know what happened in the imperial temple.

Song Ying smiled and lowered his voice, "Don't tell others, the meal I just ate with the Four Masters is not very delicious."

Meal...

What I had eaten was fine, it was a little unpalatable. Chen Sheng and Song Yuan both breathed a sigh of relief, and Chanyi bowed her head and retreated.

Wang Lieyang smiled and said, "The vegetarian rice is not delicious. The four masters practice meditation and are a hard-working practice. What they eat is probably also hard-working."

Song Ying thought for a while and nodded, "It's a bit bitter." He raised his hand to continue, and he also stepped forward and got into the car.

The ceremonial guards were moving together, and they headed towards the city gate surrounded by officers, soldiers, civil and military officials.

The quiet in front of the temple was restored. Because of the martial law in the capital, there were no idle people walking around near the city gate, and no one came to the temple to spy on it.

There was a sudden sound of dry retching in the quiet temple.

A tree in the backyard was suddenly hugged by someone. The man bent down and vomited. With a click, the Buddha crown on his head fell. The cassock mopped the floor and was stained with vomiting dirt. The exquisite Zen stick was thrown aside, and he was in a mess.

"What the hell is it smelling more than shit."

The four masters murmured, trying to take a breath slowly, but the smell of vomit came, and they hugged the tree and vomited again.

"It smells like no, but it will only happen if you eat it."

"This little bastard, so bad..."

"vomit..."

This vomiting did not stop the four masters from speaking. They vomited and cursed, and their words were more than they had before.

After a long time, the four masters stood up straight while holding the tree, then quickly pinched their nose and stumbled away. The Buddha's crown and Zen staff were thrown away and ignored it. While walking, they were tripped by the cassock, and then thorned it off and threw it away. The man walked into a room.

This is the kitchen of the temple, which is empty and deserted, with pots and pans scattered. The four masters did not look around. They just glanced at it and then stepped to the back wall. With both hands, they pushed the wall up to the narrow rear window for exhausting the air. There was a shallow trace on the dusty window...

"The waste is left with traces." The four masters cursed, and the man fell and walked out of the door. He searched around the yard, but he saw no people, and there was no trace.

Already gone.

It's like never before.

The four masters stood in the courtyard, with bright sunlight shining on their wrinkled faces, their expressions not as solemn as before, and their wrinkles intertwined like bitterness, sadness, and helplessness.

Finally, he sighed softly.

"You know that you are aware of yourself and know that I am powerful, you can't hide it from me if you poison it."

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.........

The guard of ceremonials entered the imperial city, and the officials completely relaxed. When they heard Song Ying say something, they shouted in unison that Qiansui was about to disperse.

Wang Lieyang leaned over and raised his head, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Do you want to go to the imperial tomb to worship the First Emperor and Queen before ascending the throne?"

Handbook.

The officials who were about to disperse all stopped and raised their ears.

Song Yuan looked at Wang Lieyang in annoyedly. Of course, he knew that Wang Lieyang was not really suggesting the ceremony of ascending the throne, but asked if he had obtained the handwritten book. He was so bold, so impatient, so unceremonious!

Song Ying looked at him and said calmly: "I haven't got the handwritten book."

I haven't got the handbook.

Song Yuan looked surprised, Chen Sheng was slightly uneasy, and Wang Lieyang stood up straight with his hand in front of him.

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.....

There was a buzzing sound in front of the hall.

"Why didn't you give it?"

"Isn't this the same as Qin Tan Gong then?"

Occasionally, one or two ruthless words appeared.

Chen Sheng shouted and made a noise: "The handbook was taken before he became a disciple and became a master. Today, His Highness met the four masters and how could he get the handbook?"

Many echoes also sounded in the hall.

Wang Lieyang said from the side: "Yes, Your Highness has just returned to the court and met the four masters again after a long separation. It's not too urgent." He bowed to Song Ying again, "Your Highness, let's take a rest first."

Chen Sheng and Song Yuan Dynasty also polite, and all civil and military officials followed suit and gave him respectfully.

Song Ying no longer stayed in the crowd of the eunuch Jinwu Guard and left.

The officials whispered in groups of three or three, walking outwards.

"Why didn't you give it?"
To be continued...