One day ago, in the palace.
Chen Zhao was lying on the couch, resting his chin on his folded arms, and his two calves were raised behind him, swaying.
Su Qing collected the silver needles, wiped them one by one, took back the needle bag, and tucked her loose hair behind her ears.
"Princess, today's injections are finished."
The little princess turned over and lay on her back, her eyes moving around like two grapes.
Since Xiao Residence's formation eye was destroyed, the power of Curse in her body has faded day by day.
A few days ago, he was so sick that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Now there is blood on his cheeks, pink on his lips, and he is becoming more lively.
She tossed and turned on the couch, kicking her feet in the air, like a bird that had been trapped for too long.
"Sister Su." Chen Zhao suddenly called out.
"Huh?" Su Qing was washing his hands when the sound of water splashed.
"Let's go out and play, Zhao'er is so boring." The voice was drawn out, and every word was filled with a sense of suffocating grievance.
Su Qing made a move.
She dipped her fingers in the basin and tightened her knuckles slightly. She looked at the little man on the couch, and her heart moved.
Same as Chen Xi thought.
But in the final step of this plan, Chen Zhao was actually used as the introduction.
Chen Xi taught her that a child's heart is the most sincere and will not arouse suspicion. But in the end, he was taking advantage of a little girl who was still ill.
She suppressed her discomfort and didn't show it on her face. She just smiled gently, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, walked to the bed and sat down, the bed sank slightly.
"Sister is still busy." Su Qing said, reaching out to push away a strand of hair from Chen Zhao's forehead.
"Princess is bored, why not go find the crown prince brother, or the ninth prince. They all seem to be in the palace today."
Chen Zhao As soon as she heard this, her eyes lit up. She turned over and sat up, ready to get off the bed. Unfortunately, her toes couldn't reach the ground, so she had to kick the air.
"Mommy!" she shouted outside with a crisp voice, "I want to go find my brother."
The old nanny hurriedly came in, took small steps, put on a coat for her, wrapped her in a thin cloak, tied it with a bow at the collar, and then carried her out.
Chen Zhao put his little hand on grandma's shoulder, walked to the door, turned back and waved to Su Qing, and then jumped away.
Su Qing stood at the door, watching the big one and the small one go away.
Chen Zhao's cloak flashed in the corner of the corridor and disappeared, and she turned back to the house.
The incense burner on the table was still emitting very light green smoke, wisps of which dispersed in the air.
She walked to the medicine shelf and touched a palm-sized white jade puppet with her fingertips.
The puppet looked like an ordinary ornament, but when Su Qing's fingertips touched it, the corners of the puppet's mouth seemed to move, very lightly, very quickly, and fleetingly.
"Qing'er, don't worry, the princess can recover as soon as possible."
The sound was so low that it was almost inaudible.
She put the puppet back in its place and turned to organize the medicine shelf.
In the imperial study, the emperor was discussing matters with the crown prince Chen Xiao and the ninth prince Chen Chen.
Tomorrow Zhaoming Temple will hold the opening ceremony of the mountain. The prince will attend on behalf of the king, and Chen Chen will accompany him.
This matter should have been decided long ago, but the emperor has not been thinking about it these days.
The memorials on the case were piled half a foot high, and most of them were border military reports. Great Brahma Dynasty was deploying troops at the border, and it was getting tighter every day.
People from Golden Summit Temple, Brahma Sound Valley, and Bodhi Monastery just caught a batch, and the reaction from the Great Brahma Dynasty was more intense than expected.
But the matter of Curse cannot be talked about openly. The two countries have not yet broken up, so for now they can only pretend to be normal and suppress it for now.
The emperor rubbed his eyebrows. He had very little rest time these days, and there was a layer of green under his eyes, which affected his cultivation.
If the prince's cultivation level was not enough to suppress the ministers, he would have wanted to go to the royal family Spirit Vein to practice hard in seclusion.
"Zhaoming Temple, how is the arrangement over there?" Looking at the two sons in front of him, the emperor cheered up and asked.
"Back to my father, Ministry of Rites is ready." Chen Xiao said, "The new temple is completed, and Master Mingjue is appointed abbot. I will go with my ninth brother. The standards are not low."
"Mingjue, what do you think?"
Chen Xiao thought for a moment and straightened up.
He had checked Mingjue's profile these days and flipped through the file several times, but he always felt that this person was deeper than he appeared on paper.
"Star Selection is number one, Peak of the Qi and Blood Realm, and has the talent to refine weapons. He has a calm mind, which is unusual for Rogue Cultivator. After checking it, he found out that he is a monk from a small temple on the southwest border." He paused and added, "That's Zhaoming Temple, who was destroyed in a strange way."
The emperor nodded, he knew it well. The matter of Zhaoming Temple is inseparable from Golden Summit Temple, but now is not the time to settle the accounts.
"This person has become the leader of Star Selection, and has exposed Xiao Household as a substitute. His loyalty can be used. The new Zhaoming Temple is the face of the imperial court and a benchmark for Buddhism. This incident has made many people doubtful about Buddhism. This ceremony cannot be careless."
Chen Chen was listening on the sidelines and suddenly said, "Father, my son and I are in the same class as Mingjue. Although this man is taciturn, he values friendship, has superb combat power, and has superb weapon refining skills. He is definitely a useful talent."
The emperor said "hmm" and tapped his fingers on the case twice. Just as he was about to say more, the guards outside announced.
"Your Majesty, Princess Chen Zhao wishes to see you."
The emperor's brows relaxed, and the tightly knit Sichuan pattern loosened a little.
"Let her in."
Chen Zhao As the youngest princess, she has been loved by the emperor since she was a child. Although she has the privilege of not having to pass on the news, she always waits outside.
After the guard informed her, she stepped through the door.
She first bowed to the emperor, then the little person bowed her knees in a decent manner and called out "Father" in a crisp voice.
The emperor waved and lifted her onto his lap. Although the little girl was still very light, she was very energetic.
A few days ago, she was still shrinking sickly, but now her eyes are lively and her face is as red as a freshly picked apple.
"Zhao'er looks good today." The emperor squeezed her hand, "What do you want from your father?"
"My son is bored in the palace and wants to play with his brothers." Chen Zhao said, tilting his head and looking in the direction of his two brothers.
The emperor smiled and pointed to his two sons.
"Your two brothers are going to attend Master Mingjue Zhaoming Temple's Dharma assembly tomorrow. We have business today. Let the nanny and the palace maid play with you, okay?"
Chen Zhao was about to nod, but stopped again when he heard the words "Master Mingjue".
Her little head turned, raised her face, and looked at the emperor.
"Father, Master Mingjue, is that the big brother?"
"Which big brother?" asked the emperor.
"That's the big brother I met at Sister Su's place when I was treating Zhao'er." Chen Zhao said, gesturing with his little hand, "He lives in the back room of Sister Su's yard. He has needles in his hands and his face is pale. Sister Su said, that's Master Mingjue."
The emperor glanced at her. When the child was being treated at Su Qing, it happened to be Mingjue's treatment, and they had a chance encounter. He heard the guard report it.
Unexpectedly, the little man remembered it. Children's memory is sometimes more accurate than that of adults.
"Father, Zhao'er also wants to go."