Inside the temple.
The incense is constantly burning, and there are endless pilgrims coming and going.
After Song Yuan paid homage to the Lord in the main hall, he was led to the backyard by the young master.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the abbot who had just been talking to the third prince and others.
The abbot turned around when he heard the footsteps and said, "Amitabha, the old monk has seen His Highness the Prince."
"Old abbot, there is no need to be polite." Song Yuan looked at the old abbot who was bending down and sat down on his own.
The abbot didn't take Song Yuan's behavior seriously at all, and his attitude was surprisingly respectful: "I wonder why His Highness the Crown Prince is here today?"
"Nothing, just out for a walk." After taking the tea poured by the young monk, Song Yuan took a sip, put down the tea cup and said slowly, "There are some things in Gu's heart that he wants to calculate. Why don't the abbot do it for me?" "
"Then your Highness will smoke one?" The old abbot couldn't figure out what Song Yuan was thinking and gestured to the monk waiting next to him.
The monk quickly picked up the bamboo tube and walked towards Song Yuan. Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and casually picked out a bamboo stick and put it in the monk's hand without looking.
The atmosphere in the Zen room was a little quiet. The old abbot took the bamboo stick with both hands and slowly opened it. His face turned pale when he saw the words on the bamboo stick, and he stood up and knelt down suddenly.
"Your Highness!"
"What? The abbot doesn't know how to solve this lottery?" Song Yuan chuckled and stood up, "That's all, I'm bothering the abbot today. On the 11th, let's go."
"Yes, Your Highness." The guard standing next to Song Yuan glanced coldly at the abbot kneeling on the ground, and followed Song Yuan away.
After Song Yuan left, the old abbot seemed to have been fished out of the water. The monk who knelt down with him carefully helped him up from the ground and asked in confusion: "Master, what's wrong with the prince?"
"Is there anything in the world that is not the land of the king, Amitabha?" The abbot clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and did not want to say more.
The monk glanced at the bamboo stick in the abbot's hand with his peripheral vision, and broke into a cold sweat when he saw the words on it.
I saw that the bamboo stick was written with internal force, "The flying dragon is in the sky, it is beneficial to see the master." His Royal Highness was warning them at Qingling Temple not to be his enemy.
"Master, what do the three princes outside the palace and the donor from Baili ask for today?" It can't be a matter in the court, right?
"Don't ask too much about royal matters." With a sigh, the old abbot held the bamboo stick and left, unwilling to say another word.
After leaving Qingling Temple, Song Yuan was not in a hurry to return to the palace and told his men to go to the army.
Sitting in the carriage, leaning on the soft couch, Song Yuan closed his eyes, but he was thinking about the third prince and Bai Lixin.
As expected, Baili Xin had changed a lot when he saw her today. Although she seemed to be afraid of her, Song Yuan did not miss the hostility in her eyes.
What happened to make a person feel like a different person overnight, as well as the young master of the Shen family and the concubine of the Yao family.
While thinking, the carriage shook violently.
Then there was a loud commotion outside.
"I planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to cross this road, you must first... uh——"
The sharp blade slit his throat.
Guard Eleven, dressed in black, put down his sword coldly, not giving the bandits in front of him any chance to express themselves, and neatly ordered the soldiers: 'Assassinate the prince, kill without mercy! '
After receiving the order, the soldiers immediately surrounded the bandits who were about to escape, and killed them all with swords.
Blood fell down the blade, and the soldiers and guards put down their swords and turned to kneel down towards the carriage.
After a moment, the curtain of the carriage was opened, revealing Song Yuan's extremely aggressive face: "What's going on?"
"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince, we encountered a group of bandits blocking the road and have been dealt with." Eleven replied.
"Bandits?" Song Yuan's eyes darkened and he got off the carriage, "Why did the bandits appear here?"
"Your Highness, do you need to go down and check?"
It's a bit ridiculous to say that bandits came to the imperial city to rob the prince. If you talk about assassination, could it be that the person behind it has never heard of the prince's reputation as a civil and military expert?
Eleven really couldn't connect the farce just now with the assassination: "Look at the way these bandits are dressed, they look like they came from the west." There was heavy mud on the shoes, and they came here after a long journey.
"No need." Song Yuan waved his hand, put one hand behind his back, and walked towards the roadside.
Eleven raised his head with some confusion and saw the prince stopping by the weeds on the roadside. Then he raised his hand and the long sword he placed at his feet flew into the prince's hand.
The long sword held a sword flower in the prince's hand, parting the weeds to reveal the person hiding behind.
Shen Mochi clenched the short dagger in his hand and raised his head to look at Song Yuan.
The system obviously helped him hide his whereabouts, so why was he still discovered by the villain?
The blood on the sword blade dripped onto Shen Mochi's collar. Song Yuan sneered: "Young Master Shen, should you explain to me how these bandits got here? Huh?"
The wound on the neck left by the villain last time had not healed yet. How could Shen Mochi dare to tell the truth? He quickly shook his head: "I, I don't know, I was just passing by."
"Passing by?" The prince lowered his eyes and looked at the dagger in Shen Mochi's hand.
The dagger immediately became a hot potato. Shen Mochi threw it away in a panic: "It's really none of my business."
"Really? Gu Ke can find out."
"I..." Shen Mochi stopped shaking his head and did not dare to move at all.
Ahhhh! If he hadn't had no money and could only send a little money to the bandits to send a message to assassinate the man in the sable carriage, he would have definitely found a martial arts master to chop this guy up!
"Young Master Shen is really a good person."
Song Yuan took back his sword and threw it back behind him, then lifted Shen Mochi out of the weeds and walked towards the carriage.
"Go to Shen's Mansion. I haven't visited General Shen for some time."
"Yes." Eleven expressionlessly took out the sword that was thrown half an inch into the ground by the prince, and ordered a few people to stay and clean up the corpse, while the rest followed the prince to the front of Shen Mansion.
Song Yuan grabbed him by the collar, Shen Mochi didn't dare to struggle, and asked cautiously: "Are you going to send me off?"
"Yes, unlike Young Master Shen, Gu doesn't like to repay kindness with hatred."
"..." Strictly speaking, Song Yuan let him go last time, and his assassination of Song Yuan this time was indeed a form of revenge.
113 noticed that the host was shaken, and quickly spoke to prevent the host from being PUAed by the villain: "The host has sent people to assassinate you. If you listen to him, he must not have good intentions in going to the Shen Mansion."
"Yeah, hypocritical." Thinking of the projection of Song Yuan that 113 showed him, Shen Mochi nodded in agreement.
"Hypocrisy? General Shen really has a good son."
"..." Oh, I spilled the beans.
Shen Mochi quickly gritted his teeth and determined not to say another word. He had the illusion that every word he said would be used by Song Yuan to manipulate him.
Back on the carriage, Song Yuan dropped Shen Mochi casually, and his movements were as rude as possible. Shen Mochi was knocked dizzy after hitting the carriage.
The young man rubbed his aching back, glared hatefully, and quickly lowered his head when Song Yuan looked at him.
Damn it, I will kill you one day!
Sitting back on the soft couch, Song Yuan took out a book from under the cushion on the soft couch, opened it, and stopped talking to Shen Mochi.
I heard that Shen Mochi was the son of General Shen. The Shen family had always loved this young master, but they didn't know how much this love was worth.
"113, what do you think is the chance that I will pounce on him and bite him to death now?" Shen Mochi huddled in the corner and secretly gritted his teeth.
"It is recommended that the host should not take action. The system thinks that you have a higher chance of being slapped flat by him. The villain's martial arts are very powerful and he is one of the best in the world.
Master host, why don't you try another way? "
"Seduction?"
"...Maybe it's not possible. If I were a villain, I would rather look in the mirror."
