Chen Zhuo sighed and looked at Mrs. Meng, saying straight: "If the third prince is unintentional to the treasure, then there is no good or bad time. The best way is to go far away and never enter the game.

"But Mrs. Meng, do you think people will believe it? Will they wait for you? Will they let you choose some?

"It is naturally not a good time at this moment. But at least my Shen family is unavoidable.

"As for the third prince, I'm afraid I think differently from the wife and even the princess."

Mrs. Meng became irritated, but was shocked by her words, and a sharp look flashed in her eyes: "How did you know?"

Chen Zhuo looked out the window and said, "Mr. Wei has a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart. He is definitely not less concerned about the third prince than others. I think that he has told Zhang Yang all the beginning and end of the Zuo Zang case and the initial reactions of all parties."

Mrs. Meng's eyes warmed up, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Where has the Third Prince gone?"

Chen Zhuo was stunned, looked at her for a while, and smiled bitterly, "How could I know? I just judged it from Zhang Yang's reaction, and I felt that the Third Highness might not be willing to retreat..."

Mrs. Meng moved her eyes away, and after a long time, she turned around and returned to her calmness: "After copying the scriptures, I have to send them back before the palace gate."

Chen Zhuo agreed and picked up the pen again.

No matter what is outside, there can be no problems within the Shen family.

It includes three houses, Chen Xinming's family, including Mrs. Meng and Wei Canyu.

Since my father was determined to find out the person who used him, he would help him find it out, kill it, or get rid of it.

"Your father didn't come to the Ministry of Revenue so early, so Zuo Zang's case shouldn't have been brought out so early. This is interesting..." The old man's soul was very excited to watch the show.

The thorny hand paused, the tip of the pen trembled, and almost stained the entire scripture.

However, in an instant, she held her breath again and continued to write on the pure white Xuanzhou paper calmly.

"Haha, Miss Chen Er is so calm! Do you know that this matter should have lost your father's official position directly!" The old man's soul dropped a bombshell.

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and wrote the scriptures, while asking casually: "Madam Meng, do you know who is good at fighting ghosts among the monks in the capital?"

Mrs. Meng was stunned and subconsciously repeated: "Fight ghosts?"

The old man's soul was shocked: "Miss II, don't do anything randomly!"

Chen Zhuo nodded and lowered his head: "Well. Wouldn't you go to Dacien Temple tomorrow? I have almost seen all the jugglings and plays in Beijing. I have never seen this monk casting magic and exorcizing ghosts."

Mrs. Meng frowned and thought: "This..."

"Miss Second, I won't disturb you anymore. Just continue to copy the scriptures." The old man's soul begged for forgiveness.

Then wait until I go back to Ruruyuan and let’s talk.

Chen Zhuo muttered: "I've been there last time, and there's nothing fun."

Mrs. Meng laughed and scolded her for a ridiculous sentence, but patiently told her another story: "Zhankong, the abbot of Dacien Temple, is the best at speaking. However, he is tall and has never easily opened his mouth for many years. However, every year on the Buddha's birthday, he still sang the Diamond Sutra. His voice is loud and loud, so you must listen. You can tell if you go and try it."

Common saying?

Oh yes!

When monks explain Buddhist stories to believers, they first recite and then explain them. However, after all, they are boring and will intersperse some singing passages to tell the story.

Huh? This famous concert? It seems that I have never watched it after I put it in it!

Chen Zhuo was happy in his heart and wrote as if he was flying.

Mrs. Meng looked at her cute smile and couldn't help but shake her head, but she quietly stood up and walked out.

This was the first time she threw Chen Zhuo alone in the house to work hard.

Qingming hurriedly stepped forward and asked softly, "What do madam want to do?"

Mrs. Meng looked back at the quiet Chen Zhuo and said, "Go and ask Wei Canyu. If it is urgent, let him come in. If it is not urgent, ask clearly what is going on and come back and tell me."

Qingming lowered his eyes and agreed, bowed and retreated.

Mrs. Meng looked at the sun that had slowly moved toward her head.

The princes in the palace all need to learn "The Complete Works of Taizu". The eldest prince and the second prince learned perfunctorily. Only the third prince really liked that collection, and it seemed like it would be endless when he held it.

The third prince said that when Taizu was among the people, he said something that he said was: "The sun is bright and you should not deceive me!"

A good child like him deserves a better life!

Mrs. Meng looked at Wei Canyu who hurried to the gate of the courtyard and thought: There are more people to help!

In the courtyard, Mrs. Meng and Wei Canyu sat opposite each other and talked solemnly.

Under the window, I was calm and quiet and copied the scriptures, just like no one else.

"Don't you want to hear what they are talking about?" The old male soul was obviously more curious about the conversation between the two than Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and his hands kept on stopping.

Shut up. If you disturb me from copying scriptures, I will ask Master Zhankong to accept you.

The voice of the old male soul disappeared immediately.

He calmed down and kept silent, lifted his pen and licked the ink.

It seems that Master Zhankong really has some magical methods!

The old man's soul is quiet and honest.

A smile spilled out from the corner of his deep mouth, and he continued to write quietly.

Before she could copy her scriptures, Wei Canyu and Mrs. Meng finished talking and said goodbye.

When Mrs. Meng returned to the house, she saw Chen Zhuo motionless, and smiled with satisfaction, sat down and spread paper to write a letter.

This copying was not until the sun was far west that the entire Diamond Sutra was finished.

Mrs. Meng checked and nodded with satisfaction. She changed her clothes to go out, took Qingming Changqin, and went straight to Daming Palace.

In Shouchun Palace, when Madam Lin heard that Mrs. Meng had personally handed over the scriptures and waited at the palace gate, she hurriedly asked the Queen Mother for a token and rushed out of Jianfu Gate.

It has been two years since I saw Mrs. Meng, and she was filled with joy and sorrow.

Because it was early summer, Mrs. Meng wore a pure white men's round-neck robe, with a pair of high-leaf shoes on the bottom, and was tied like a man, wearing a black soft-legged head, with cold eyebrows and smiles on the corners of her mouth.

Seeing that there was no decoration on her body, Madam Lin was used to angering her: "It's still the old problem that remains unchanged, and she's so unique! Chen Er doesn't care about you?"

When Mrs. Meng saw Madam Lin wearing a palace dress and a high bun, she saw a little sweat on her temples when she walked over. She sighed and bowed with a smile: "Madam Lin."

Because he took the tray from Qingming and whispered: "This is a scripture copied by my little disciple Shen. I will join in the fun of the Queen Mother tomorrow."

After a pause, he said, "There is also a private message that is sent to the princess. I hope Madam Lin can make it convenient."

Qing Ming Changqin was shocked.

How could anyone blatantly say that there was something in the things I sent to the palace?!
Chapter completed!