Chapter 267 Entering the Eastern Palace

After being busy for the past few days, Jiang Han did not have time to get close to Zhou Baoer. them.

“It’s okay, you guys relax, we are not evil spirits who will eat you.” Jiang Han said.

“His Royal Highness, we are all old people in the Eastern Palace. ’ said one eunuch.

Zhou Baoer’s eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the scar on the eunuch’s face. He said, “You are…”

“The former prince taught me that it was the servant who made a mistake. It’s over.” The little eunuch said timidly.

It seems that the previous prince didn’t understand T-shirt subordinates.

Jiang Han sighed, waved his hands and said: “Okay, I see, you all go to work.”

“Yes…” The maids and eunuchs left one after another.

At this time, Shuang Luan also came over, after all, they are Jiang Han’s maids now, Hong Luan said: “Your Highness, Empress… I will go and spread bedding for you.”

“Since they are all home, there is no need to be so restrained.” Zhou Baoer laughed.

Hongluan smiled like a flower: “Your Majesty is so kind.”

The scene of harmony between the master and servant surprised the other servants around. Concubine turned out to be such a gentle person.

They can’t help thinking, are their good days coming?

But they didn’t dare to think too much, the most important thing was to finish what they were doing.

It turned out that some of the prince’s furniture had been taken away, and there were a lot of things. It is said that ten carriages were packed.

Most of them are calligraphy and painting antiques. I heard that the prince likes beauties, and he is also very good at reciting poems.

There are a few paintings left by the prince, but they are extraordinarily luxurious. They used gold powder ground as a pigment, and then mixed it with other natural stone pigments to make the whole painting look They all look gorgeous.

One of them was for the prince to keep, saying it was a gift to Jiang Han, and a poem about a bosom friend was used as the title, with the prince’s seal next to it.

The painting is quite exquisite.

“The dignified prince of the East Palace, the future heir, doesn’t know how to share the country’s worries, and is immersed in these things all day long. I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a tragedy.” Jiang Han looked at the scroll and murmured murmur said.

Bao’er said: “Maybe let him leave the palace and indulge in it, he will be a great painter.”

“Maybe.” Jiang Han turned She turned around and said, “You have been going to mother’s place for the past few days, what are you discussing?”

“Mother said, these are my secrets from her, and I am not allowed to tell you.” Bao Er’er blushed, she couldn’t tell the matter about Empress Wudi wanting to have a grandson.

Jiang Han didn’t answer, but he had a feeling in his heart that his old mother liked Bao’er so much since she met her, even more than herself.

Of course he doesn’t hate this situation, on the contrary he is very happy.

In this way, many traditional conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will be much less.

Besides, my mother is in the palace, and I am in the inner city, so it can be considered that the parents and children live separately, and they have space for each other, and they will be very polite when they meet.

“Your Highness.” At this time, Qingluan came over in a hurry, as if she had something important to do.

Compared to the lively Hongluan, Qingluan is still very restrained, Jiang Han said: “Xiaoqing, what’s the matter?”

“The eminent monk of Jinshan Temple said, please Let’s get together in the past,” Qingluan said.

The corners of Jiang Han’s mouth twitched, if he didn’t want to let himself escape into Buddhism again?

“How much is it?” Looking at this heavy prosthetic limb, Jiang Han had a bad feeling.

“What do you think of the prosthetic limb in the realm of heaven and man…” Bao’er said, “But Master Wugen is the benefactor of the Great Yan Dynasty. It’s worth mentioning…”

“Hiss…”

Jiang Han took a breath, he thought that the prosthetic limb would not be too expensive, but now the reality has broken through beyond his imagination.

“Forget it, I’ll come back as soon as I go.” Jiang Han kissed Zhou Baoer on the cheek.

Bao’er was annoyed: “There are still people…”

“I didn’t see anything.” Qingluan said with her head down.

But Bao’er felt the warmth and love brought by this kiss. Although she said that, her heart was sweet.

Jiang Han came to the door and blew a whistle. The sky ray, which was basking in the sun on the roof, heard the sound, flapped its wings, and fell rapidly.

A few days ago, Ye Chen brought back the sky ray from the inn. The owner of the inn was very kind, and the concentrated feed for a month made the two sky ray eat a lot of fat.

Naturally, the flying speed is much slower…

It took Jiang Han a quarter of an hour to arrive at Jinshan Temple on the sky ray. renovated.

After all, the previous battle also destroyed the gate of Jinshan Temple, and many houses also collapsed.

Above the Jinshan Temple, a monk standing on a lotus seat is already waiting.

Jiang Han said a Buddha name: “Master…”

“Amitabha, the benefactor has finally come, the poor monk’s name is impermanence.” The mage said.

Jiang Han was surprised: “Are you also from a generation without characters?”

“Exactly, Jinshan Temple named the generation after the first letter of the scriptures. Amitabha.” Wuchang said.

Impermanence is also from the generation of no-character, which means that they are of the same generation as Wugen. Come on, the older you are, the more powerful you are.

But now there should be very few Tianzi generations.

Following this master of impermanence, Jiang Han came to the ground.

The little monk at Miaokou led Jiang Han to the sky ray, and the little monk said: “Your Highness, what do you need to feed your mount?”

“Hungry him a meal , I’m too fat now, it’s time to lose weight.” Jiang Han said.

“Oh…” Sky Ray twisted his body in resistance, and the twisting of that fat body was quite joyful.

The little monk touched his head with green skin on it: “This…”

“Do as His Highness said, and save a meal of feed money, wouldn’t it be good? .” Impermanence said in a low voice.

“Ahem, master, I can hear you even if your voice is softer.” Jiang Han coughed.

The old Wuchang blushed, and hurriedly made a name to cover up his embarrassment, and then made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han came to the Daxiong Palace, but at this time he found that the three hosts were waiting in the hall, and in the distance, there was a monk in tall clothes with his back facing him, facing the big Buddha. chanting.

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows at Wugen, Wugen glanced at him, then hinted, and asked Jiang Han to meet the old monk in front of the Buddha statue.

(End of this chapter)