Chapter 1427 Hundred Kinds of Flowers

Shen Qingci walked past King Fenglun, and the smile on his face became clearer. Only the words that came out of his mouth were like knives.

"This princess really wants to thank you. If it wasn't for the prince, I wouldn't have been able to steal your country's iron-melting technique. Those firearms only exist thanks to the iron-melting technique."

"So, my lord, thank you very much."

Shen Qingci bowed to King Fenglun.

Such a great favor, what's the matter, Lord Fenglun, can't you bear this thank you?

After a few rough breaths, King Feng Lun rolled his eyes and fainted.

The smile on Shen Qingci's face fell little by little.

Then he put on the cape and hat on his head and walked out of the prison.

As for what Prince Feng Lun planned, no one will know about it in this lifetime.

She does have the so-called longevity technique, but no one else knows it.

Shen Qingci came out, and when the warm sun outside fell on her eyes, her trembling eyelashes lifted, like a butterfly flying, faintly sprinkled, forever.

She raised her hand and also took the ray of clear sun, and then there was a lingering fragrance left in the slightly raised sleeves.

In the year 625 of Da Zhou, Da Zhou fought against Cang Tao, and Da Zhou became famous in the battle, becoming the leader of the four kingdoms, and no one could provoke him.

Then the world will be peaceful, at least a hundred years of peace can be enjoyed, and whether there will be a fraction of the world in a hundred years, it is not something they can manage or worry about.

In this world, when there is harmony, we must divide, and when we divide, we must be united.

At that time, they will all be in the past, and the future generations will all be done by descendants. They just do it well, and they only want to do these things, and the rest will be left to future generations to talk about.

They did what they could do, but also did what they couldn't do. Such a peaceful and prosperous world is what they gave to future generations, and it was also the trace of warmth and spring that they left behind for this world.

At this moment, it seems that all the flowers are in full bloom and the garden is full of spring.

On this day, Master Jingkong performed a special French ceremony, which was done for Mrs. Wei and the biological mother of Princess Shuo. This was her death day.

Master Jingkong came over and gave them a Buddha salute.

Shen Qingci also put his hands together, "It's hard work, master."

"should."

Master Jingkong said with a smile, the white face is pure, the complexion is ruddy, and there is no need for beards, just like a 20-year-old. This technique is a little white-faced, although it is a bit disrespectful to describe a monk who has attained the Tao.

But Shen Qingci just didn't understand, why did King Fenglun only take a fancy to her in the first place, and he had to work so hard to get her to Cangtao, why didn't he take the little white-faced monk away?

"What's wrong with Old Naco?"

Master Jingkong asked Shen Qingci with a smile.

Master, can we be more modest?

Shen Qingci really didn't want to pick on his thorns, but if she didn't pick on other people's, she would stab herself and still accept it. It's okay to call a poor monk, right, is Master Jingkong poor, not poor, if you don't have money, it's easy A mouth is worth 10,000 taels of silver, and he has never seen him soften.

At this moment, a little guy got out from behind Shen Qingci.

He also stretched out his little hand to Master Clearance.

"Uncle, hug."

Mage Jingkong's eyes were like water flowing at this time. He stretched out his hand and easily picked up the little girl, and then whispered her little face.

"Well, you look good, do you have a good meal?"

"Have."

Guo'er nodded her head vigorously, "Guo'er worked very hard to eat."

That's good, Master Jingkong is cold to everyone and everything, only the children born to Shen Qing are special, maybe this is the so-called intergenerational relatives.

At this time, he was an ordinary uncle, not the famous monk of Da Zhou.

Mage Kong put the child in his arms down, then let go of her little hand, and then touched her little head.

Guo'er also came to understand clearly, two small hands were holding her mother's hand, only a pair of big eyes looked at Mage Qingkong from time to time.

Master Jingkong folded his hands again and recited the Buddha's name.

"This child is the kindness bestowed by God on Da Zhou."

Especially with such a beautiful and lovely little girl, when the eldest sister is not there, he will be the only one who will be the uncle in the future, so he will definitely take care of him.

A little novice came over, holding something in his hand, a small white porcelain vase.

Master Jingkong took the porcelain bottle and placed it in front of Shen Qingci.

"what is this?"

Shen Qingci took it, opened it, and put it under his nose. He smelled a faint medicinal fragrance, which seemed to be a mixture of various floral fragrances.

Generally light, generally fragrant, generally clear.

Mage Clearance folded his hands together again.

"A hundred kinds of fragrances, a hundred kinds of dew, a hundred kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of flavors."

Shen Qingci's eyes widened slightly.

"You know?"

"Sky machine."

Mage Jingkong smiled, "Don't use that method again."

He looked at the white porcelain cup again, "This is what I asked the monks in the temple to harvest in this mountain. This mountain is blessed with a hundred kinds of flowers, and a hundred kinds of honey can be harvested. There are also a hundred kinds of incense, a hundred kinds of honey. Lu is also in it, and at this time of the year, I will give it to you."

"The daughter of the Lou family has the world in her heart, and she will bless the people. Please be kind to my Dazhou people."

"And..." He smiled again, "Remember to donate more sesame oil money, the monks' shoes will be changed, and the road down the mountain will also need to be repaired."

The little novice on one side lowered his head more and more.

A master is a master.

It costs money.

Simply, maddened.

Shen Qingci gave the white porcelain bottle to Daxiang who was on the side, and he left with his daughter in his arms, which moved her for a long time, because it turned out to be for the money.

This old monk got into the eyes of money.

"The poor monk would like to thank Princess Shuo."

Master Jing Kong turned to Shen Qingci's back again, and bowed lightly.

"Master, they didn't tell us," the little novice reminded Mage Jingkong in a low voice.

"She will."

Master Jingkong still smiled, "She is the best at money, and she is a kind person. All the expenses of our Xiangjue Temple in the future are also hers."

"Go figure it out, where else do we need money here, and we can't let go of the corners. Make a list, and then send it to Prince Shuo's mansion. Remember to write more."

Master Jingkong again instructed, "Don't forget the same thing, the mountain is so hard, and while that person is in a good mood, I'd like to have some more, otherwise it won't be good in the future."

"Why not?"

The little novice didn't understand.

As long as the master speaks, what kind of money is there that you can't get?

"They may not be able to come back for a long time," Master Jingkong sighed. "Who will you ask for it then? Now you will have to go to more places this time. There are too many places in the temple that need money."