"You came!"
"Yeah. Huh? I, Liu Mingzhi, have met the third princess!"
Liu Mingzhi saw the third princess who was playing shuttlecock with a group of palace maids. Suddenly, the shuttlecock looked at him tenderly and said, "You're here and you didn't realize what's going on!"
He could be sure and certain that he was not wrong. It was not a tit-for-tat confrontation in the past, but a real tenderness.
Is it because this young master didn't wake up or that the third princess took the wrong medicine? Why is the painting style so weird?
"No need to be polite, are you here to see my father?"
"I am indeed here to meet the Holy Spirit!"
"Father is preparing to go to court, please go in quickly!"
"Uh...Okay!" The third princess Liu Mingzhi, who looked a little nervous, saluted hurriedly: "I excuse you!"
"Little Master, let's go quickly. It's too late for His Majesty to go to court!"
Young Master Liu pulled Fan towards the royal study room in a panic. It was so weird, so weird that it made people feel uneasy. Is this the same Third Princess who used to feel uncomfortable even if she didn't confront him?
A drastic change in temperament is bound to involve fraud, so be on guard against it.
Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but secretly guess whether this little girl had thought of some conspiracy to deal with him, otherwise it would be impossible to explain what just happened.
"Princess, let's continue playing shuttlecock!"
"Okay, come together!"
"Hey...princess, did you drop your stuff?"
The third princess looked at the palace maid in confusion and said to herself: "No, I came out without bringing anything with me!"
"Princess, look here is a letter. Didn't you drop it?"
The third princess lowered her head and bent down to look at the letter at her feet and picked it up. She looked at the unsigned blank envelope and looked at the maids around her: "Did any of you drop something?"
"The princess is not ours!"
"Yes, princess, how can we write a letter when we are all in the palace and have no chance to go out!"
"Princess, will Sir Liu lose it?"
The third princess looked at the letter in her hand blankly: "If he lost it, why wasn't it signed?"
"Needless to say, I must have wanted to give it in person so I didn't sign it!"
"Princess, did Lord Liu want to write you a letter, but he just didn't have the nerve to write it to you and pretended to drop it at your feet?"
"That's right, apart from Master Liu, there is no other monk who looks like an idiot. This letter can't be lost by that monk, right?"
The third princess looked at the envelope in her hand curiously: "What if it's for someone else? It's not good to read someone else's letter!"
"Is it signed? If you don't look at it, how can you tell who it belongs to?"
"Princess, if you can't open it due to your status, let your slaves do it for you!"
"Forget it, let me see for myself!"
The third princess gently opened the envelope and took out the letter and started to read it. Mu Ran saw that the third princess's face was red and hot. She put the letter away and looked at the palace maids: "You guys go ahead, I'm not feeling well. I'll go ahead." gone back!"
A bunch of uterine women were left at a loss!
Liu Mingzhi walked to Fan from the imperial study holding a thick ultimatum and banknotes: "Your Majesty has to go to court later, so it is inconvenient to waste time here, but the customs clearance ultimatum has been approved, and It is stamped with the imperial seal, and I give you a horse to help you on your journey, and ten thousand taels of silver to provide you with food, clothing, housing, and transportation. You have traveled westward for eighty-eight thousand miles. The journey is difficult and dangerous. Master, cherish it all the way!"
Liao Fan took the customs clearance document and bowed: "Thank you so much, poor monk, and thank you, Donor Liu!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"Eunuch Fu, thank you for sending Master Fan out of the palace. I have to go to court!"
"Don't worry Lord Liu, this is our responsibility!"
"Amitabha, farewell!"
"Hey, little master, you haven't brought your banknote with you yet!"
"Amitabha, the monks of Dabei Temple never accept any incense. The poor monk is afraid that gold and silver and other common things will damage the poor monk's mind. The poor monk devotes himself to the Buddha. These properties should be given to those in need. Go west and make three meals. !”
Liu Mingzhi looked at the hand
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