Tuogu.

The deepest trust between men.

A person who regards his life as a treasure solemnly entrusts it to another person.

From then on, regardless of war, disease, poverty, or wealth, another person will walk through a mountain of 3,000 miles of swords and a sea of ​​3,000 miles of fire without looking back. Is it worth it? Is it reasonable?

No one thought about whether it was worth it or whether it was reasonable. In front of the Eight Immortals table, Chen Ji and Prince Jing looked at each other speechlessly.

It wasn't until the waiter at Fulou Teahouse placed the tea, candied fruits, and melon seeds between the two of them that the heavy atmosphere relaxed. After the waiter left, Chen Ji picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Prince Jing: "Your Majesty, why?

I?"

Prince Jing picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "In terms of strength, you are not even a genius. There are many people under my command who are better than you. In terms of intelligence, although you have a bright mind, you are not a person who can plan thousands of miles."

Prince Jing continued: "But you seem to be different from others. The cement you have worked so hard to make will be distributed as soon as you want. The civil uprising that others can't avoid, you will jump on.

Even though you narrowly escaped death in Dragon King Tun, no one escaped. Sometimes, I’m not sure whether you are smart or stubborn.”

Chen Ji remained silent.

Prince Jing stared at the remaining tea in the cup, then squinted at Chen Ji and said, "It may not be a good thing for her to leave so much money to Bai Li. Although I really don't want to praise you, and I even bother you a little now, but I

The king has to admit that I would be worried if someone else were to protect her. If it were you, it would be fine."

Chen Ji wondered: "Why is Your Majesty bothering me?"

Prince Jing grabbed a handful of melon seeds and glanced at Chen Ji: "You can go if you want."

Chen Ji did not dwell on this issue, but asked casually: "Didn't the prince make any plans for the prince? You never mentioned the prince from the beginning to the end." Prince Jing was silent for a moment: "He has his own way to go."

Chen Ji thought for a long time, and finally had the courage to ask: "What exactly is the prince planning to do, and why do you want to entrust the orphan? What role does the prince play in the changes in the Liu family? Is it counterinsurgency or rebellion?"

Prince Jing did not answer the question, but said calmly: "The storyteller is here, let's listen to the storyteller."

At this time, I saw a middle-aged man with gray hair taking a long puff of welding smoke in the audience, and then using the soles of his shoes to knock out the ash from the pot. He walked slowly and leisurely to the table, and gave a loud slap in the face.

Tang Mu, said the opening words sonorously:

"In life, every day, the sun and the moon fly by, year by year. There are rich and noble families, and there are poor people who live in poverty. When you get promoted and get rich, you get what you get, you kick your legs, and it's all over!"

"Storytellers and operas persuade people, and the three avenues should take the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life!"

"It is said that in the winter of the 31st of Jianing, during the Buddhist and Taoist debate at Luhun Villa, a young man appeared from the sky. He sat among the yin and yang fish and asked the Buddha, if there is no self, who is in reincarnation and who needs liberation?"

Chen Ji was shocked. This commentary actually pushed him to the opposite side of Buddhism at the very beginning, leaving no room for turning.

Prince Jing ate melon seeds and gloated: "Is it an accident? Now on Anle Street, 19 of the 21 teahouses want to talk about this. The story was written by an expert. All it takes is the storyteller to tell it once. , you can get one hundred copper coins."

Chen Ji was shocked. Someone wanted to use his debate to ruin the reputation of Buddhism: "Who did it? If I ask this question, it must be the work of the Taoist court."

"You guessed it right," Prince Jing chuckled: "After the debate, Zhang Li led a group of young Taoist priests from Laojunshan Taoist Court to Luocheng. They stayed at the Yingxian Inn and wrote out the script overnight. They Not only did I pay the storyteller to tell the story, but I also found a bookstore to print the storybook."

Chen Ji frowned.

King Jing threw down a melon seed skin and said with a cheerful smile: "I guess in two months at the latest, storytellers from all over the country will tell the story of your scripture debate every day. By then, Buddhists will have a headache when they hear the word "Old Traces" ...Hey, you don’t seem to be panicked at all?”

Chen Ji lowered his head and felt the fire in his body, which was obviously beating like crazy.

The Taoist court used him to suppress Buddhism, but he also benefited from it. If it is true as King Jing said, this story will be spread all over the country in the future, and I am afraid that his furnace fire will be turned into bright yellow.

"Boy, what are you thinking? Aren't you afraid that Buddhism will stumble you?"

Chen Ji raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, I'd better survive the current calamity first. Now the Liu family regards me as a thorn in their side, and it's not the Buddhist family's turn to see me as displeased." Prince Jing sighed: "You have a lot of debts. I’m pressed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of neat military formations came from outside the Fulou Tea House. The tea patrons in the tea house looked outside one after another, and saw a group of infantry in light armor passing by the door holding long halberds.

Chen Ji's pupils shrank, the Liu family's army entered the city! He turned to look at Prince Jing: "Your Majesty?"

"Once the Liu family no longer hides their private army, everything will be brought to light. Let's go, it's time to go back," Prince Jing stood up and walked out.

Before going out, Prince Jing looked back at the storyteller in the teahouse. The light outside the teahouse shone in from behind him, and he seemed to be standing in his own shadow: "Young man, what do you think will be said about me in the storytelling stories of later generations?" ?」

Chen Ji stared at Prince Jing's silhouette: "Your Highness, it depends on how you choose."...

At noon, the winter sunshine is just right.

Old Yao was sitting on a bamboo couch in front of the door covered with a blanket, swaying with his eyes closed to relax.

Yu Dengke, Liu Quxing, and Liang Maoer sat on a small bench in the courtyard, using a guillotine to cut the complete medicinal materials into small pieces. The next moment, Feng Daban led the palace guards into the hospital with great enthusiasm, and finally stood in front of Old Man Yao's recliner. Stopped. He looked down at Old Man Yao and said softly: "Mr. Yao, where is the prince?"

Old Yao raised his eyelids and glanced at him slowly: "The prince is taking a lunch break at the moment, so it's best not to disturb him. Yu Dengke, who has a good eye, brought a chair for Feng Daban."

Feng Daban raised his eyebrows: "Isn't the prince inside?"

Old Yao sat on the recliner in front of the door and remained motionless, looking surprised and saying: "Where else could the prince be if he wasn't inside? You have sent troops to surround the Taiping Medical Center. Can the prince fly away? I gave him an acupuncture yesterday. I confirmed it when I was here, the prince doesn’t have wings.”

Feng Daban glanced at the heavy cotton door curtain and felt that something was wrong: "Mr. Yao, I'm offended." After saying that, he raised his hand and waved to the guard: "Please take Dr. Yao aside!"

Several guards rushed forward, trying to lift Old Yao's bamboo chair away. Liang Mao'er stood up and shouted angrily: "Stop!" However, Liang Mao'er's burly figure rushed towards him, and with a casual pull, he grabbed the guards. Made a somersault.

Feng Daban was not angry, and simply wrote lightly: "Mr. Yao, you should ask him to stop. The minister is also thinking about the safety of the prince, so there is no delay." However, at this moment, Chen Ji supported Prince Jing and walked out of the house. Prince Jing said weakly: "Feng Daban, what's wrong?"

Feng Daban quickly bent down and bowed: "Your Majesty, I am here to take you back to your home."

Prince Jing was curious: "Feng Daban usually looks like he is sitting on the Diaoyutai, so why is he so anxious today?" Feng Daban glanced at Yu Dengke and others, then turned to Prince Jing and said, "Your Majesty, this is not the place to talk. ." Prince Jing smiled: "But it doesn't matter."

Feng Daban took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, the Liu family's private army from the Yanshi camp has entered the city. They have just surrounded the Luocheng government office and are now heading to Anxi Street! The Liu family seems to be rebelling!" "

In the courtyard, Yu Dengke, Liu Quxing and Liang Maoer looked at each other.

Liu Quxing's face turned pale: "You were so normal yesterday, why did you do the opposite today?" Yu Dengke said angrily: "You're afraid of a ball!"

Liu Quxing cursed: "This is a serious crime against the Nine Clan. I'm a fucking member of the Nine Clan. Do you think I'm afraid? You son of a bitch. Normally, you don't get any advantage from the Liu family. But something happened." They will be involved!"

Yu Dengke was stunned. Only then did he realize that if the Liu family's rebellion failed, Liu Quxing would also be beheaded: "Then... what if the Liu family becomes successful?" Liu Quxing glanced at Prince Jing subconsciously and hurriedly pinched Yu Dengke's head. Arm shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

Feng Daban ignored the conversation between the two. He heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, and said sincerely again: "Your Majesty, without further delay, you should follow the minister back to the palace first, and then send someone with the tiger talisman to mobilize the thousand-year-old army. , maybe there is still a chance to save things!"

Prince Jing thought for a moment: "Let's go back home."

At this time, Chen Ji suddenly said to Old Yao: "Master, the prince's illness cannot leave you alone. How about we go to the prince's mansion together?" Old Yao frowned and thought for a moment, then agreed: "Okay."

After that, several people packed up their things neatly and headed out together with Prince Jing.

When they arrived at the door, everyone looked back and saw a group of soldiers approaching on horseback, getting closer and closer. Yu Dengke said in shock: "Come on, hurry up, they are coming to the palace!"

However, Chen Ji seemed to have just remembered something: "Master, you go first, I forgot to pick up something." Yu Dengke turned around as he walked, only to see Chen Ji sneaking into the Taiping Medical Center.

He said angrily: "Chen Ji, come with us quickly! What else are you taking at this time? What is more important than life?!" Yu Dengke paused and waited for a few breaths, but still couldn't wait for Chen Ji's answer.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and went to look for traces, but Imperial Physician Yao grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him into Prince Jing's Mansion.

Before entering the palace, he suddenly discovered that the first group of cavalry did not rush towards the palace, but instead surrounded the Taiping Medical Center. Everyone was suddenly shocked that these people were coming for Chen Ji!

In front of the Taiping Medical Center, a soldier from the Liu family jumped off his horse, pulled out his sword, and rushed in with murderous intent to search around. There was no one in the kitchen, bedroom, and main room. A soldier stood in the main room, frowning. He frowned and looked around. He had just seen Chen Ji return to the medical center with his own eyes. Why did he disappear out of thin air?

While thinking, his eyes fell on the bed...
Chapter completed!