Long live Emperor Wu!

Crown Princess Wang rolled her eyes impatiently, and the whites of her eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

It can be seen that if Master Tu hadn't advocated being beaten to make amends, she probably wouldn't have let her go at all.

Master Tu lowered his head, feeling a chill in his heart.

In order to help the Crown Princess, she worked hard and thought about everything for her. She even considered that if something happened, she would bear the consequences.

As a result, even a word of comfort was left behind, and instead he was hated.

What is she drawing?
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you tie me up and take him to His Majesty the Crown Prince? While the Crown Prince is still in the East Palace, are you going to be embarrassed and thrown in front of His Majesty?" Crown Princess Wang said impatiently.

Several palace maids hurriedly stepped forward, tied Tusi with ropes, and twisted him before sending him out.

The prince was in the Fangzheng Hall, listening to the great Confucian's lectures. There was no sign on his face that he had ever been broken down or sad. He still looked calm and dignified, but the light in his eyes was much dimmed.

At this time, Young Supervisor Xu Xu Huaian came over from outside and whispered in Prince Li Shan's ear.

The scholar who was giving a lecture immediately stopped and looked at the prince's reaction, fearing that it would delay his handling of the matter.

Xu Huaian said softly:

"The female officer who accompanied the Crown Princess, Tu Sijiao, was flogged fifty times and was escorted over. She said that she wanted to make amends to His Highness and must see His Highness.

I saw that she looked miserable and that she would kneel outside for a long time, which might damage His Highness's reputation, so I boldly disturbed His Highness's class and asked His Highness for advice. "

When the prince heard this, his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, then he raised his eyes and said to the great scholar who was giving the lecture:
"Master, I have some personal matters to deal with, please wait a moment."

The prince is calm and dignified. Even if he treats a scholar with no rank, as long as he is a teacher who teaches him, he will treat him with courtesy, so that no one can fault him at all.

Even though his reputation is not as great as that of the fourth prince Li Tai, he is still very popular among literati.

After hearing this, the great scholar was not dissatisfied at all. He immediately bowed and said:

"His Royal Highness, please go ahead."

Prince Li Shan stood up from the low couch, bowed slightly and returned the courtesy, then turned and went out.

As soon as they arrived outside the door, they saw the female official Tu Sijiao kneeling on the ground, her clothes were torn by whipping, and there were blurry blood stains.

He frowned slightly, looked away, and said:
"If you want to talk about what happened yesterday, you don't have to say anything. If Guruo is planning to argue, how can you delay it until now?"

Tu Sijiao raised his head and cried:

"Your Highness, it's all my fault. Please don't blame the Crown Princess. She doesn't know anything."

When Li Shan heard this, he said "hmm" noncommittally. He didn't want to argue with her, so he replied calmly:
"Got it, go back."

After that, he turned around and left.

Seeing that he obviously didn't believe it, Master Tusi quickly took two steps forward on his knees, crying and shouting:

"Your Highness, what this slave said is true! Please don't blame the Crown Princess."

But Prince Li Shan didn't even look back and went in without stopping.

Xu Huaian quickly came over to stop her and persuaded her in a low voice:
"I've already met you. I've said what I said. Go back quickly. If you shout a few more words, His Highness will really be annoyed."

After hearing this, Tu Sijiao turned his head and said to Xu Huaian:
"Xu Shaojian, you must say a few words for me in front of His Highness. The Crown Princess really didn't know anything about it. It was all a slave who did it on her own initiative. Please punish the Crown Prince."

When Xu Huaian heard this, he frowned so much that his eyes were squeezed out, and he complained bitterly:

"Oh... Tu Sijiao, please stop hurting me. If you say a few more words, I won't be able to serve as a young prisoner for much longer. Let's go." Tu Sijiao had no choice but to stand up from the ground and look at the prince. With the help of the people in the concubine's palace, she went back sadly.

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In December, the Crown Prince requested the completion of the Great Ci'en Temple to worship and pray for his mother, Queen Wende. The Emperor took his harem concubines and thousands of royal relatives, accompanied by ceremonial guards and waving flags, to the Great Ci'en Temple to pray for Xuanzang. The mage ascended to his seat to preside over the ceremony.

Wu Rou naturally followed the team of concubines in the harem.

This was the first time she had gone out since she was banned, and it was so far away from the palace.

She followed Xu Chongrong and lined up. Like everyone else, she held sandalwood and went up one by one to burn incense on the Buddha statues in the temple and the tablet of Queen Wende.

The emperor and the prince offered incense first, and then they walked to the huge bronze square tripod in front, inserted the burning incense in their hands, and bowed three times.

Three hundred monks around were chanting scriptures in unison, mixed with the rhythmic tapping of wooden fish. It felt like the sound was spiraling up and resonating with the heaven and earth.

Wu Rou was mixed in the team, and all she could see was the white smoke of sandalwood. The nobles in the world looked solemn, the monks looked noble, and even the emperor and the prince looked pious.

Wu Rou had a dull look on her face. She looked at Master Xuanzang, a shriveled, black and thin old man who was sitting in the middle with a solemn appearance. He was so respected and respected, and said:

"If I learned to translate scriptures from him, would I be so respected?"

Xu Chongrong took a step forward with the team and said casually:

"No, unless you follow him to seek Buddhist scriptures...do you really believe in Buddhism?"

Wu Rou pinched the sandalwood with both hands and said numbly:

"I don't believe it. It's not in line with my temperament for Buddhists not to fight or grab. I just like his status of being worshiped by others. Even His Majesty respects him. How great."

Xu Chongrong was even amused by her. He didn't look back, he just glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and said:
"If Master Xuanzang knew that there are people like you who yearn for Buddhism for fame and fortune, he would probably be very angry and recite the sutra three hundred times."

"Why doesn't he know that such a powerful master doesn't understand this little thing about human nature?
He must also know that this Great Ci'en Temple is not simply to worship Queen Wende, but to use such a big scene and his reputation to promote Buddhism so that people can convert and live a stable life without fighting or robbing.In comparison, what is so strange about what I ask for? "

Xu Chongrong finally couldn't help turning his head this time, and looked at Wu Rou in shock. Seeing her numb and uncaring face, he said:

"Are you not going to live in the world anymore? Do you dare to say anything?"

Wu Rou was unmoved. If there was any change in her since Xiao Fuzi died, it would probably be that she had such a "loving someone" mentality, and asked:
"Am I wrong?"

"You're right and you can't say it out loud!" Xu Chongrong couldn't help but glare at her, his dull brows turning pale, "... Are you seeking death?"

Wu Rou pursed her lips and said:

"What I am saying is that I sincerely want to become Master Xuanzang's disciple. If I become a monk now, will I be able to be as dignified as him in the future?"

It was almost their turn, Xu Chongrong shut up, the two of them lit incense in a polite manner, bowed, and followed the guide to the side.

Xu Hui pulled the dark green shawl on her body, lowered her eyes and said:
"What are you thinking about? Even if you get tonsured now, Master Xuanzang will not accept female disciples."

Wu Rou followed Xu Hui, with the corners of her eyes raised slightly, the sharp corners of her eyes, and the ends of her double eyelids, as if she was born with resentment and grievance, and said:
"Is there any nun whose reputation and status are similar to Master Xuanzang? I will go find her."

Xu Hui couldn't help but pull her arm, drag her to follow him, and said:

"Just settle down a little bit." (End of chapter)