Zhan Xin looked at the sky coldly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Will he dare to tell the Empress Dowager if he does this?"

Xiao Shami still looked at it with a stern look: "The Emperor has never done anything. It is Master, you are greedy for coolness and have diarrhea, but you are suspicious of the gods and refuse to use medicine, which makes you suffer from today's disease."

"Sick?" Zhan Xin laughed.

With the sound of footsteps outside, the little novice monks rushed in: "Master, Master, water!"

"Master, millet porridge!"

Zhan Xin no longer mentioned that matter. He kindly let them help themselves up, and carefully feed them water and porridge.

After half a bowl of porridge, the little novice monk who spoke to him first smiled and said to everyone: "You can't eat it anymore. Eat too much at once, and the master will feel uncomfortable."

The little novice monks wanted to speak but stopped, so they had to listen to him: "Senior Brother Zhidao was born into a medical school and must know much more than us."

He retreated out in a mess again. Before leaving, someone turned around reluctantly and said to Zhan Xin: "Master, you are so kind to be healthy. We will accompany you after lunch class."

Zhan Xin smiled warmly and waved to them.

"Master treats people very well." The little novice monk named Zhidao just disappeared, and his voice was stereotyped again, "But, the little novice monks in this yard will be replaced in a while. The master knows this and is still treating them better and better. The little monk is really impressed."

Zhan Xin looked at him lightly: "Even if I treat them badly, they will be replaced every once in a while. You are just a teenager. Don't make a guess about something you haven't seen with your own eyes."

Zhidao sneered, crossed his hands and bowed, without any respect: "Zhidao received teachings."

Zhan Xin looked at him and sighed loudly, all of which was pity. But he didn't say a word, and turned sideways inward, naturally in a lucky lying position, just like a great monk, he was solemn and slept peacefully with his eyes in his eyes.

Zhidao looked at his back, his face turned pale due to blockage, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face. He instantly regained his indifference, just standing by his side.

After a while, a little shady monk ran in quickly and took a look at the back of Zhan Xin who was motionless. Fang smiled and whispered to Zhidao: "Junior Brother Zhidao, Chairman Zhan Kong invites you to go there."

Zhidao frowned: "Is there anything wrong? My master just woke up and couldn't live without people around him."

The little novice smiled: "I'll be here to guard you. Guan Bao won't let anyone disturb the master. Go."

Zhidao hesitated for a long time, then glanced at Zhan Xin again, and gritted his teeth: "Okay."

The little shaman watched him walk away and sat cross-legged in his seat just now.

After another stick of incense, Zhan Xin's voice came softly: "Let Shen Xinyan see the scene below me."

Xiao Shami's lips moved slightly, and her voice was extremely low: "Shen Xinyan has guessed your identity. He has never agreed to all the invitations to Dacien Temple recently."

"How did he know?!" Zhan Xin was still lying on his side, but suddenly opened his eyes.

"I don't know. I guess there, if Shouchun Palace told his daughter..." Xiao Shami turned around and looked outside.

Zhan Xin pondered for a while and said softly: "I'd better think of a solution. He knows, but it may not be a bad thing..."

The little novice monk agreed.

...

...

King Wei sat alone in the study.

"Knock and knock".

The door rang.

Only one person can make such a gentle and polite knocking.

The face of King Wei became much gentler: "Come in."

Ji Meishu's figure is still slim, but her face is even more rosy, and the lines on her cheeks become more fuller, and she still smiles so shyly and smoothly: "Your Highness, I heard that there are so many guests today. Even Mu Ren came over and hit a nail, so I came to give you a bowl of soup."

As he said that, he lowered the small lotus leaf tray in his hand, took a sterling silver lotus bowl from it, and respectfully delivered it to King Wei with both hands.

King Wei smiled and took it, drank it all, returned the empty bowl to her, and smiled gently, "Now you should take it for nourishment, why do you still care about my soup every day? Let those idle people worry about this, and it is the first thing you can do to take good care of your body."

Ji Meishu smiled sweetly and tenderly: "Your Highness is the first thing to do. I and him," she said, and she couldn't help but cover her lower abdomen with one hand, "It's all your highness. Only with your highness can we."

King Wei reached out and pulled her, looked at her with great satisfaction, and sighed softly: "If you have such a wife, I, Qin Han, will never ask for anything in my life."

Ji Meishu's eyebrows were almost flying, but she hurriedly restrained her eyes, bit her lip, and whispered: "Your Highness, be busy. I'm back."

"Okay. I'll go and have a meal with you in the evening." King Wei nodded, and then said, "I'll stay with you tonight. Don't rush me to other places anymore. I like to hold you to sleep and feel at ease."

Ji Meishu's face was so blushed that she was about to catch fire. She responded shyly, turned around and escaped. She also heard King Wei's concerns in the back: "Don't run, don't run! Be careful to stumble!"

Looking back, King Wei lost his smile.

The little eunuch guarding the door came in without saying a word, just sorting out the documents on the table. Then he quietly retreated to a corner of the room and waited for instructions.

King Wei looked at the white clouds outside the window leisurely and was ecstatic.

"For Linbo, I took a Silla princess to make me vain. Perhaps they were the most troublesome and worry-free way. But who knew that I could enjoy the blessing of a virtuous wife that no one could enjoy."

The emotions in this sentence cannot be said to be hatred or resentment, joy or anger, happiness or regret.

The little eunuch looked at his side face and saw that he had clenched his teeth quietly. He hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Otherwise, the future of the imperial concubine is the one..."

"If a weak country wants to survive, it will not be ashamed." King Wei replied stereotypedly.

The little eunuch's sigh was inaudible.

King Wei Xiao wanted to be a great throne, but in that case, his concubine could not be a Silla or the future queen could not be Ji Meishu.

Otherwise, this Silla princess who is prone to pregnancy will not know how many princes and princesses will be born in the future. At that time, the shameless small country of Silla will come over like mud, holding the future prince's thigh and crying: I am your grandfather!

Really, it won't take your life, but it can make you feel disgusted and you want to vomit every day.

However, Ji Meishu herself is really gentle, virtuous, dignified and generous, and is very kind to King Wei.

Such a benefactor is really hard to endure for the ambitious King Wei.

"Or..." The little eunuch came up with some idea to keep his mother? Or, choose the wrong son and demote him to a concubine, or something like that?

King Wei slapped the table in annoyance: "Okay!"

The eunuch was stunned.
Chapter completed!