Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 323 Get used to being a prince

Prince Yun's hair grew out.

The bald head is no longer visible, and there are short hairs on his head.

He himself was a little uncomfortable.

I used to reach out and touch my head unconsciously.

Now when I touch it, it shrinks back like an electric shock.

I always feel that it is not my head that touches the dross.

He thought a little distressed, when he touched Shenyou's head, he also had hair, but it was very soft.

But his long hair is not soft at all.

Jing Huangrui liked to touch his head very much.

Now that the two copper pots were placed in the quiet room, no palace people saw their emperor holding the two pots with his back straight.

The palace people are very grateful to Prince Yun.

The Jing people are also very grateful to Prince Yun.

The officials of Jing State also thanked Prince Yun very much.

Because it seemed that with the arrival of Prince Yun, the Emperor Jing who liked to kill people at every turn became much gentler.

Putting away his sharp claws, he looked at his subjects more rationally.

But Wang Ziyun didn't feel that way, he felt very nervous.

Whenever Uncle Huang rubbed his head, he would feel very nervous.

He drove away Chao Hubei who came to thank him, but the emperor didn't say anything.

But Shi Qi knew that without the acquiescence of the emperor's uncle, it would be impossible for Chao Hubei to appear in the palace.

When Uncle Huang rubbed his head, it seemed like he was a child.

Very young children.

Shi Qi knew that Uncle Huang regarded him as his half-brother.

The child who is said to be very talented at a very young age, Rui.

Everyone in the world has forgotten that child, only Emperor Jing still remembers it.

"Uncle Huang, I want to go out of the palace today, can I go to the National Temple to meet Master?" Shi Qi asked, holding back his discomfort.

Emperor Jing let go of his hand.

Feeling the relief of the young man across from him, he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "You don't have to be afraid of me, now I only have you as a relative, even if I kill all the people in the world, I won't kill you."

Seventeen, who was originally relieved, couldn't help frowning again when he heard Uncle Huang's words.

He doesn't like the subject of killing people.

But Emperor Jing liked it very much.

Prince Yun is easily shy, and he seemed to be such a shy boy when he was young.

At that time, his elder brother was always generous, but he was prone to blushing and shy.

time flies.

"Why did you reject that girl? If you agree to her stay, then Chao Moore will definitely give up on you." Emperor Jing didn't answer Prince Yun's request, but asked an irrelevant question.

"I don't like her, as long as he is loyal to Jing Guo." Seventeen said.

His eyes are very clear without any impurities, so the double pupils are more obvious and beautiful.

Cleanliness and strangeness appear on a person's face at the same time, that feeling is very strange.

"That little girl went to Xi Country, and her elder brother went with her. I heard that the youngest son of the Yin family in Xi Country likes her very much, aren't you worried?" Emperor Jing suddenly showed a wicked smile.

"I know that boy, he's a good boy." Shi Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking of that boy that Shen You seemed to have mentioned, God You commented in this way, a boy who is easily shy.

The little monk didn't understand what emotion shyness was.

Later, after he knew what the white cloud-like silk cloth he was holding that day was for, he was very shy.

It turns out that shyness is a kind of emotion that is a little happy, a little joyful, and secretly joyful.

Emperor Jing shook his head.

"Go, your master is a rare and smart old man."

Emperor Jing waved his sleeves.

Watching the young man in Huapao leave.

The moment the boy left the palace, he seemed to be much lighter.

It was as if there was something heavy in the palace pressing on him.

He always stands upright.

From the imperial palace to the national temple, the road is smooth and the distance is not far.

The Prince Yun travels, naturally the momentum is huge.

Although Shi Qi is not used to it, he can only leave the palace with this posture, so he can only get used to it.

When he arrived at the gate of the National Temple, he saw countless worshipers.

Piously threw his whole body to the ground.

There was a white-haired old man. She was thin, but she was still the same.

The very pious fell down, and after a long time, the old man stood up. The coarse cloth on her body was worn out, and she was mended and mended again. Her hands were also full of wrinkles, and she looked very poor.

However, she took out a silver ingot from her pocket and put it on the altar.

Then tremblingly left.

That piece of silver ingot was enough for her to buy several beautiful clothes, which were soft and comfortable.

But she gave everything to the gods, and after leaving the national temple, her hunched body of worship straightened up.

It was very windy outside the National Temple, and the clothes she was wearing were too old and thin, and she subconsciously tightened her body.

He looked stooped again.

The old man came out and was a little surprised when he saw Prince Yun standing at the gate of the National Temple.

The old man bowed to Prince Yun, and a warm smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"The god of war bless you, my child."

Seventeen nodded.

At this moment, I also feel very kind.

He watched the old man leave, and at some point, the master stood by his side.

The master and the apprentice haven't seen each other for a long time.

The last time we met was when we went back to Jing country together.

Seventeen looked at Master again, he was still thin, but his eyes were bright, and the clothes on his body were very gorgeous, full of gold threads, with golden red borders.

These are the clothes worn by the monks of Jing Kingdom.

The old monk also stared at Shiqi, seeing the short hair on Shiqi's head and the gorgeous clothes on his body, he was a little relieved and nostalgic.

The old monk, who was already in charge of the National Temple, accompanied the young monk Seventeen, who was already Prince Yun, into the National Temple.

The smell in the temple is very strong, it is the smell of burning ghee.

It's hard to believe that the national temple of the Jing people, who are not living well, actually orders ghee.

In times of famine, a spoonful of ghee can almost save a family's life.

Here, however, it's just a burning tool.

There are countless butter lamps lit in the national temple, and even the great monk Ah Ba who cleans these up every day has not counted them all.

There are really too many.

"Is senior brother not here?" Shi Qi asked the first sentence.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say that Prince Yun should not be calling Ah Ba a senior brother. In that case, he should not call himself a master.

"He went to work. I didn't know you were here. If he knew, he would definitely stay." The old monk said.

The former masters and apprentices passed through the long corridor of butter lamps.

The smell is strong and has an eerie holiness to it.

But Shi Qi didn't feel at peace.

He used to be very peaceful in the temple, but when he came to the national temple in Jingguo, he felt his blood was boiling and he wanted to do many things, but he just couldn't calm down.

"Master is doing well, are you still practicing penance?" Shiqi asked.

The old monk did not answer.

A butter lamp on the side of the road was almost burnt out, the oil was almost gone, and the wick showed signs of being extinguished.

The old monk stopped, scooped out a cup of ghee from the big bucket next to him, poured it in, and the dim wick gradually brightened again.

It was just because someone was talking around me that the lights were flickering.

"The butter lamp is the brightest lamp, there is still butter, and the light will never go out." The old monk said.

Seventeen nodded.

Ghee lamps are very resistant, but the smell is very strange.

He still likes the woody fragrance.

Very heavy, the taste can fall into the heart.

I like the way the fireworks go up.

The fireworks scattered in the universe.

And ghee, burning like a human taste.

"Now you have to learn to be a prince, and you will learn to be an emperor in the future, so you have to get used to this smell. After a long time, it will smell good." The third sentence of the old monk.

It was a bit cold, and the newly scooped ghee solidified quickly, and the flames burned steadily.

(End of this chapter)