The Path Toward Heaven

The snow accumulates in the Prince's Mansion, the chill in the study is getting stronger and stronger, the formation method seems to have lost its effect.

I do n’t know how long it took, Prince Jing Xin spoke again, his voice was a little cold, and said, “I really do n’t know what to do to satisfy the Father.”

Mrs. Liang said, "As it is now, it is best to do nothing."

Jing Xin glanced at him and stopped talking.

He understood Tai Fu's meaning. If he didn't do anything, he would certainly not do wrong, so there was no reason for his father to drive him out of Chaoge City.

With the support of the Zhongzhou faction and Yimaozhai, it naturally equals the support of the Manchu dynasty. No matter how strong the father emperor is, he also needs to rely on a hundred officials to govern the country. It is always necessary to consider their attitude and the world ’s arguments. .

But after receiving this letter from Bu Lao Lin, can he still do the same?

Mrs. Liang said: "This matter cannot be concealed. His Royal Highness wrote a letter personally, writing down all the details before and after this thing, and then please pass the book Yun Mengshan to the fairy."

Jing Xin's eyes appeared resolutely, saying: "Just do it, but this letter must be delivered to Bai Zhenren in person."

Liang Taifu said: "And there is no way this thing must be known to Zhai Li."

Jing Xin got up and gave a gift to Mrs. Liang and said, "I can only trouble Mr. here."

Mrs. Liang said, "I will talk to Mr. Bu privately."

He had studied in Maozhai for many years, and had fellowship with Buqiu Xiao, the current owner, but he did not have the confidence to convince the other.

...

...

It was another two years in an instant, and another spring ushered in Chaocheng City.

The fat shopkeeper reappeared in the Prince's Mansion, and seemed to have become fatter. He didn't know how a character like him could be broad-hearted.

This time he directly gave the conditions of Bu Lao Lin: "Please Your Highness to help us send individuals to Bu Lao Lin."

After hearing this sentence, Taifu Liang's eyes became a bit cold, and he said, "When you tried to enter Taichang Temple, you were angered by the sects, and the Yuntai was destroyed. Do you think I might agree to your request?"

"This time is not the time, and if Tai Fu is not at ease, he can use the ban as much as possible."

The fat man smiled and said, "We just want to send a letter to someone inside, and do nothing else."

Liang Taifu was silent for a moment and asked, "That's all?"

The fat man said, "That's all."

Mrs. Liang looked into his eyes and said, "You should know the messenger's end."

The fat man said, "The messenger knows himself."

Mrs. Liang said, "You are also the messenger, so are you ready to die?"

The fat man had no fear, and said with a smile, "You can write on the letter when you turn it over. You may have to tear it off on the spot."

Mrs. Liang also laughed and said, "It's such a big deal, it's a waste of some stationery. After you go back, it must be torn off."

The fat man thought for a while and said, "Maybe so."

Mrs. Liang took a step forward, got closer to him, and said, "Are you willing?"

"Twenty years ago, I was seriously ill and had no medicine to cure. Yunmeng was hard to find. Mo Qiu was far away. Seeing that he would die, he was lucky to survive."

The fat man said, "I have been living very well with my family all these years. Even if I die now, I still make money. How can I not be reconciled?"

Mrs. Liang said, "I can make your life better."

The fat man smiled and said, "Let the letter have its own consciousness and leave."

...

...

& nbs

p; Lu Ming has left Chaoge City for almost three years, and it is still inconclusive whether to return to the post or to evade Qingshan.

Lu Guogong was holding a tea bowl, sitting in the room, looking at the spring light outside the window, and occasionally thinking about his son's recent situation, more often still thinking about that matter.

Taichang Temple is business as usual, after a few days there will be prisoners in a car covered in black cloth, going to the place where the sun is not visible.

To this day, no one has escaped from the town's magic prison, not even one of the bodies has been sent out.

What exactly is Jing Jiu now?

...

...

The second prince Jing Yao was two years older.

Gu Qingjiao's content also extended from reading to practice.

However, Jing Yao is the blood of the Emperor God and the heritage of the fox demon, and practice is much more troublesome than he expected.

Gu Qing was unsure of her idea, so she asked Hu Guifei what she did not know.

Hu Guifei's behavior is not shallow, the problem is that it is all natural.

Before Zenzi's initiation, she was ignorant and extremely ignorant. If it weren't for Zhu Guizhusuke's helper, she would have died long ago.

Looking at Hu Guifei's look of shame, Gu Qing sighed silently, thinking that she had Xiaohe learn from her at that time, I really don't know what she thought.

Suddenly he had an idea, and sent the letter originally intended for Shen Mofeng to ask Aunt Shi for help, and sent it to Guocheng Temple through Gu's secret channel.

...

...

In Guocheng Temple, Liu was ten years old and somewhat surprised to receive Gu Qing's letter. After reading the letter, Xiao He was very angry and said, "He is the Pope in Chaoge City. The scenery is endless, but we grow vegetables in the monk temple. We still need our help. Who will be the credit then?

Liu was ten years old, knowing that she had only been here for too long and was a bit boring. She complained a little, and left the room with a smile.

Sure enough, Xiao He finished complaining, so he took out a new stationery and started to answer Gu Qing's question.

She can see very clearly that no matter what will happen to Liu in his tenth year, God's End Peak should be Gu Qing.

Liu left the vegetable garden at the age of ten to help out before the temple.

He learned only two years ago that many patients from all over the continent would come to Moqiu to seek treatment from monks at Guocheng Temple.

There are a limited number of monks in Guocheng Temple, which is naturally very hard and basically has not rested.

The words are bleak, and many patients often die before they can see the yellow wall of Guocheng Temple.

Guest death Moqiu has become an idiom in the world.

Fortunately, in addition to the medical monks in Guocheng Temple, there are also many monks who are good at doing things.

Those who were dead were on their way out. UU reads www.uukanshu. com can hear at least one passage of life.

The monks in the church did not heal the sick and did nothing, but interpreted and held the law.

In other words, the monks here only do studies and practice supernatural powers in order to protect the Fa. Their status in Guocheng Temple is naturally very high and no one disturbs them.

Yin San likes this quietness very much. Xuanyin's ancestor came out of the ground for a few years, but he still feels lonely.

So every morning he would go to the kitchen of Qiansi to eat, and by the way, the fat monk was arguing with each other.

For several years, he had been familiar with the fat monk.

One morning, he handed the fat monk a paper bag without a trace.

The fat monk opened the paper bag and looked at it, and found that it was a roasted scented dog's leg, and the saliva almost came out. Thanks a lot.

"I'm best at doglegs."

The ancestor smiled and patted his shoulder, then turned to leave.