Chapter 727: Donor, your mother is attached to you

The World Exhibition is an opportunity, similar to the so-called Canton Fair in later generations, and it is nothing more than expanding trade. The crisis in Quanzhou broke out sooner or later. With such an opportunity, one is to expand the impact and minimize the equivalent of the crisis as much as possible. On the other hand, it is also an opportunity for Quanzhou to announce its largest port in the world to the world.

Chen Ao has to go to Quanzhou no matter what. The crisis may break out at any time. It’s just a matter of time. Now we must temporarily delay the crisis by making drastic moves, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fujian Road is now almost a proud old nest, how could he be asked to be unwilling to worry about it?

However, the most urgent thing at the moment is to deal with Li Bangyan as soon as possible. It would be even better if he could solve the prince by the way.

Chen Ao sat on the chair and thought about it, and his whole body exuded a kind of majesty. In front of Duan Zhengsheng, every word he said was unquestionable, and it was a tone that drove a slave. Even though Zhao Ziheng, who was on the side, suddenly realized that this old-fashioned villain Chen was a little strange, so strange that it was hard to understand.

This change made Zhao Ziheng fall into a fascination for a moment. He couldn't help but carefully observe Chen Ao's every move, chewing every word of his words, and suddenly realized that this stupid man seemed different from his father. The look of a lofty and condescending glances swept over, as if forcing everyone to surrender to him.

On the other hand, Duan Zhengsheng was left with only a submissive part. If he was said to have maintained a bit of princely dignity at the beginning, he was like a bent grass, unconsciously bowing to Chen Ao.

After Chen Ao finished speaking, he pursed his lips faintly. The slightly raised chin had not yet fallen. His eyes that looked down at the world of all living beings had not yet dissipated, but he changed into a lazy tone and said, "I have said what I should say, do as my command, and I will protect you as the Duan family as the country."

Duan Zhengsheng said with gratitude: "The Duan family must be grateful to your highness for your great kindness."

Chen Ao smiled and accepted his compliment and gratitude without hesitation, but said, "I have something to do to see the host here, so I won't be there for you."

After saying that, Chen Ao stood up, Duan Zhengsheng also stood up immediately and said, "I dare not disturb Your Highness again. Your Highness will walk slowly. The host will have a good relationship with Duan. Do you want Duan to introduce him?"

Chen Ao shook his head and said, "No need for this." After that, he held Zhao Ziheng's hand and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Ziheng was held by the big hand, his face was flushed, and he couldn't even feel the strength to resist. He just felt that the big hand was more powerful than before, and there was a sense of inability to resist. She gently raised her chin, glanced at Chen Ao, and then jumped out of the palace with Chen Ao.

Come from the palace, Zhao Ziheng looked at Chen Ao strangely, bit his lip and said, "Chen Ao, do you think you are a little different just now?"

"Hmm?" Chen Ao then returned to the sour appearance of a scholar and said with a smile: "What? What's the difference?"

Zhao Ziheng hesitated for a moment and blurted out: "Your tone is very similar to the official family, and it is more domineering than the official family."

"Is that true?" Chen Ao asked indifferently.

Zhao Ziheng nodded seriously and said, "Yes." She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No one of the princes in the capital is like you."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "You are thinking too much." Then he added: "You can't say this to outsiders, do you know?"

A trace of cunning flashed in Zhao Ziheng's eyes, and he turned around and said, "Are you begging me?"

Chen Ao ignored her and pulled her to continue walking.

Zhao Ziheng followed up quickly and said, "Since you begged me, why are you not sincere at all?" She blinked at Chen Ao and continued, "I won't tell anyone, not even Sister An Ning, this is the secret between us." She deliberately bit the secret between us very heavily and very sweetly, as if this was the relationship between the two was closer than anyone else.

Chen Ao nodded and couldn't help but say, "I wonder where An Ning and the others have gone?"

Zhao Ziheng was wandering around and pointed in one direction: "Look, that's our follower."

Chen Ao followed Zhao Ziheng's gaze and saw a captain standing under the moon cave waiting and quickly walked over. The captain bowed to Chen Ao and said, "The Princess Anning asked the humble prince to wait for His Highness here. They have already gone to the Octagonal Glazed Hall first."

After saying that, I led Chen Ao and Zhao Ziheng to the backyard of the Buddhist temple. The population was gradually becoming less and less popular. After walking for a cup of tea, I saw another temple. The size of the octagonal glazed hall is not less than that of the Arhat Hall. The roof is a large building with yellow and green glazed tiles. There are white marble carved lions and stone railings around the main hall and the edge of the platform. There are dragons carved on the stone steps in the south of the hall. There is a small garden at the south of the steps. There is a Taihu stone pond in the garden, which is very quiet. Obviously, there are few tourists here. It should be a place to worship Buddha on a grand occasion, and only accept nobles.

Under the stone steps, two little novice monks stood on both sides to guard. One of them saw Chen Ao and others coming over and walked over quickly. He was much more polite than the novice monks guarding Wenyuan Pavilion, and said, "Is Your Highness the King of Pingxi? The little monk was ordered by the presidency and had been waiting here for a long time."

Chen Ao knew that his identity should have been reported, and he didn't mind. However, he was quite disgusted with the attitude of the novice monks in the temple. Perhaps the incense here is too popular, or there are too many high-ranking officials and nobles, and even monks have started to pick on food. The ordinary pilgrims have a face, and the nobles have a face, which is really hateful.

The shaman led Chen Ao into the octagonal glazed hall. The incense was lingering in the hall, and An Ning and several other shaved knelt on the cushion and drank tea. The hall occupied a large area, and with few furnishings, it seemed empty. The ginkgo wood carved Thousand Hands Thousand Eyes Guanyin statue was worshipped. The statue was seven meters high, and the statue was divided into four sides, with four layers on each side, and each carved thousands of arms, which was extremely exquisite.

When Zhao Ziheng saw this, he exclaimed: "Look, it turns out that this place is not only worshipped by Arhats, but also by Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Her scream disturbed the quiet atmosphere. The novice monk who led the way was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to say anything. He took aside and bowed to an old monk sitting opposite Chun'er, and said, "Supervisor, the distinguished guest is here."

The old monk looked very dignified, with his hair and beard and white, and had a very fairy-like look. He was already saying something to Chun'er, but when he saw Chen Ao, he immediately stood up from the cushion, bowed deeply to Chen Ao, pronounced a Buddhist name, and said, "The King of Pingxi is here to be condescending, and the small temple is full of glory, and honor is extremely high."

If the host had not been so attentive, Chen Ao might have some respect only when he looked at his appearance, but this attitude made him feel a little disgusted. But this disgusting did not appear to the surface, and he smiled and said, "You are polite, Master."

The host said, "Your Highness, please sit down."

There is only futon here, so the so-called sitting is naturally kneeling. Chen Ao refused to bend his knees, but just looked around in the hall, which made the host a little embarrassed. He called out again, and Chen Ao deliberately came to his senses and said, "Ah? Sitting, where are you sitting? I have never liked to kneel on the futon."

After hearing this, Zhao Ziheng also shouted: "I want to move a stool, no, I want a chair."

The two of them were really a bit distorted. Even An Ning frowned and whispered: "Zi Heng is here."

Zhao Ziheng made a face at An Ning: "If you don't go, you will definitely ask me to kneel on the cushion. Only when I did something wrong will my mother punish me like this."

The host was embarrassed and had to instruct Noriya: "Go and move two chairs."

The novice monk has gone.

Chen Ao smiled and said to Chun'er: "Chun'er, how are the matter talking about?"

Chun'er seemed to think that Chen Ao's attitude was a little inappropriate, so she spoke to the host and said, "The host is understanding and not only promised that Suiya Tea House will set up a branch here, but also told me a lot of Buddhist principles to me and my sisters."

Chen Ao said lazily: "I came late and I missed a chance to refresh myself."

The host quickly said, "Amitabha, if the donor wants to listen to some of the little monk's subtle Buddhist principles, it would be fine if the monk said it again."

Chen Ao said far away: "Forget it, my king's killing karma is too heavy, I am afraid that it cannot bear the education, but it is hard for the master to worry."

The little shaman brought the chair, and Chen Ao and Zhao Ziheng sat together. The others had to continue kneeling. Chen Ao felt interesting and had a look at all, so he crossed his legs again. When Zhao Ziheng saw it, he also learned to cross his legs. However, today she was wearing a pomegranate skirt, and when she crossed her legs, she showed her tender calves. When Chen Ao saw it, he shouted: "Amitabha, it's really a sin. Ziheng, you will go to hell like this." He hurriedly bowed to cover up the spring light for Zhao Ziheng. Zhao Ziheng muttered: "You take advantage of me, I'll tell my mother."

The host couldn't bear to see it, so he had to turn his face away. Zhenzhen and Zhou Ruo burst out and laughed. Chun'er was solemn and refused to reveal traces. An Ning and Tang Mo'er showed a little shame.

The host originally heard that King Pingxi was coming, and he didn't know how many drafts he had written in his heart. He wanted to be close to King Pingxi, but who knew that he was like this, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. Instead, Chen Ao talked about it first, asking how this Buddhist temple, how many monks there were, how much land the temple had, how many people were employed to farm, how much expenses they were spent, etc.; it was a tone of a minister of the Honglu Temple inspecting the temples under him.

The host had to answer one by one, not daring to be negligent at all. Chen Ao said: "So, the annual surplus of Xiangguo Temple is no less than 100,000 yuan. OK, it's very good. If I had a few more temples like this in the Song Dynasty, wouldn't it be very good?"

The host was confused when he heard this, and he really couldn't understand Chen Ao, so he simply agreed a few words randomly.

Chen Ao also felt bored, so he stood up and said, "Forget it, I'm busy with official duties, let's come back next time."

When the women saw Chen Ao moving, they all stood up and said goodbye to the host politely. However, Zhao Ziheng suddenly said: "It turns out that Bodhisattvas also have land and have to hire people to farm the manor. I think this is the case with only the rich people in the countryside."

The host whined awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Chen Ao grabbed Zhao Ziheng and said with a stern face: "Female donor, your mother is attached to her. Be careful to go to the hell of tongue pulling out."

Zhao Ziheng smacked his tongue and said, "I'm just talking casually."

Everyone went out together, and the host embarrassedly sent it to the mountain gate, constantly asking Chen Aochang to come. Chen Ao agreed randomly and took his group out of the temple. An Ning walked to Chen Ao and said, "The prince was too rude just now."

Chen Ao sighed and said, "The Bodhisattva saves all sentient beings and will not be strangers. It's still early now, so why not let's go around any more."

After hearing this, An Ning forgot what he said just now and said happily: "Okay, I heard that Qinghefang is the most lively, so why not let's go there."

Zhenzhen coughed desperately behind her, and Zhou Ruo was so smiling that she couldn't straighten her waist. An Ning was confused and asked, "Why did Sister Zhou Ruo laugh?"

Tang Moer blushed and said, "Only men go there."

An Ning still didn't understand, so Zhou Ruo stopped smiling and said, "It's lively there, but there are more brothels."

An Ning's face turned red, and she bit her lip and didn't say anything. Zhao Ziheng said to Chen Ao: "Come here quickly, do you often go to that messy place?"

Chen Ao was also watching An Ning joke, but who knew that it would affect his fish pond and immediately said seriously: "I am a scholar, a scholar from the Song Dynasty. How could I go to that kind of place? It's terrible to think about it."

Chun'er smiled and relieved Chen Ao's siege and said, "Look, Ziheng has been in love with this before he has passed the door, and he is even more concerned than the lady."

The lady Chun'er mentioned was Zhou Ruo. She had not changed her words over the years. Zhou Ruo did not expect to involve herself and immediately looked up: "Who is concerned about it? You are all the ones who encouraged me to ask, and you are the ones who care about the most."

Zhao Ziheng couldn't help but blush, and it became much quieter suddenly.

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Chapter completed!