Chapter 77 Can you help me copy the scriptures?
The people of Wanjin are quite open-minded, but they are still very convinced of the theory of ghosts, gods and celestial phenomena.
Therefore, since the founding of the Wanjin Kingdom, there has been a Qin Tianjian, and the Qin Tianjian's status as a national teacher can even be equal to that of the emperor.
But now, what appeared in front of Jiang Jinshuang was the national master who rarely showed up.
This Imperial Master is not much older than Jiang Jinshuang.
However, ever since Jiang Jinshuang could remember, the Imperial Master had been taken back to Qintian Prison, where he was personally taught by the previous Imperial Master and appointed as the next Imperial Master.
The man in front of him was dressed in white clothes and his black hair was tied up with an extremely delicate and complicated jade crown.
A jade ribbon extends from both sides of the jade crown, and the ribbon covers the visitor's eyebrows. The gauze-textured ribbon covers the eyes, looming.
The other end of the ribbon is passed through the jade crown, and two crystal clear jade pendants are dropped. The sun shines on the visitor, who is spotless, like an immortal who has descended into the mortal world.
——Jiang Jinshuang often wonders, if he covers his eyebrows, is he relying on his hazy vision to distinguish the scenery?
"Long time no see, Master Imperial Master."
Jiang Jinshuang held her chin and raised her eyebrows at the visitor.
She looked well-behaved, but she quietly hid the turtle she had just drawn on the paper under the scripture.
Zhao Yungui lowered his head slightly. His finger bones were long and thin. He was wearing white clothes, and he didn't feel dull at all.
He pointed at the scripture that Jiang Jinshuang had just copied.
"'The head of a lover who is seriously ill is like a city wall, where people gather to take care of themselves.' Your Highness, you made a typo in this sentence."
Jiang Jinshuang took a look: there was indeed a typo.
She raised her eyes in surprise: "Master Imperial Master, your eyes are so good?"
Zhao Yungui's tone was cold, his voice was like clouds in the sky, noble and clear: "All living beings have no form, and your highness can do it too."
Jiang Jinshuang curled her lips: "I don't understand again."
She had met Zhao Yungui a few times, but they were not familiar with each other. If anything, it was just a matter of playing a game of chess.
While sorting out the messy papers, Jiang Jinshuang asked, "Why did the Imperial Master come to the ancestral hall?"
Zhao Yungui said quietly: "I have been staying at the star observatory recently."
Jiang Jinshuang nodded: "Is there a strange phenomenon in the sky?"
Through the gauze, Jiang Jinshuang couldn't really see Zhao Yungui's eyes and gaze clearly.
But for some reason, she always felt that gaze falling on her.
for a long time.
"Nothing." He replied calmly.
Jiang Jinshuang has never been very interested in astrology and celestial phenomena.
Having lost the energy to copy scriptures today, Jiang Jinshuang held her chin in displeasure and looked at the mountain of scriptures with annoyance.
Suddenly, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up as she thought of something, and she raised her eyes to look at Zhao Yungui.
The man easily noticed Jiang Jinshuang's gaze: "What?"
Jiang Jinshuang said with a smile: "Master Imperial Master has nothing to do when he is idle. Why don't you help me copy the scriptures?"
When Zhao Yungui heard this, he was slightly startled.
Then he said: "Your Highness, I will not imitate handwriting."
Jiang Jinshuang waved her hand carelessly: "Your Majesty recognizes your handwriting. Even if he finds out that you copied it for me, he will never expose it."
——After all, Your Majesty has the utmost respect for this Master.
The gate of the ancestral hall is not closed.
The spring breeze blew through the man's clothes and the gauze on his face.
Like a god who has become an immortal.
for a long time.
Jiang Jinshuang heard Zhao Yungui say calmly: "Do you have any extra pen and paper?"
Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly handed over a clean pen and paper, and moved the position beside her to make room for Zhao Yungui.
Because she was bored and irritable, Jiang Jinshuang just scattered the rice papers all over the floor. Some of the rice papers were stained with ink, and there were streaks of black ink.
Zhao Yungui's shoes did not step on the rice paper, he walked quietly to the side and sat down calmly.
The rice paper, pen and ink were all ready. Jiang Jinshuang originally wanted to hand him a few scriptures, but he declined.
When he holds a pen, he looks like pines, cypresses and green bamboos, clear and noble, with scattered strokes. ——It’s actually writing silently!
Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened: "Master National Master, do you also know the Buddhist scriptures?"
"Three religions have the same origin."
Jiang Jinshuang smacked her lips unconsciously.
Sure enough, people can make people more angry than others.
Zhao Yungui wrote quickly and well, which made Jiang Jinshuang not anxious.
She held her head on the side and watched Zhao Yungui write silently.
He wrote smoothly and in one go without even taking a moment to hold the pen.
From Jiang Jinshuang's angle, he could see Zhao Yungui's profile.
The veil on his face is really clever.
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Even standing on his side, Jiang Jinshuang couldn't see his features clearly.
Only when he lowered his head slightly, the veil drooped slightly, and the slightly sharp corners of his eyes could be seen.
"Master National Preceptor, I have always been quite curious, why are you blindfolded?"
After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang asked and answered herself: "Are your eyes bad?"
But as soon as this answer came out of her mouth, Jiang Jinshuang threw it away.
Although she had never seen his eyes, she couldn't imagine how ugly his eyes could be based on the exposed lips and the high bridge of his nose.
"The master once taught me that seeing everything with the heart is much more real than with the eyes."
Jiang Jinshuang was puzzled: "So Mr. Imperial Master covered his eyes?"
"If one day, in my heart, everything in the world is equal, I will take off my blindfold."
Oh, got it.
It was like a trial arranged by myself.
Want a result.
"Mr. Guoshi, in your opinion, can I be regarded as equal to all things in the world?"
Zhao Yungui is writing that sentence.
[A person who loves lust is like holding a torch, walking against the wind, and will surely burn his hands. 】
"Shasha——"
Like burning your fingers by candlelight.
Zhao Yungui's writing movement paused for a moment, and the large ball of ink smeared on the paper.
The entire piece of paper becomes unusable.
He frowned slightly and put down the brush.
"When will your Highness have dinner?"
"Huh?" Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment when she was suddenly asked, and then she immediately realized, "Are we going to miss dinner time?"
Zhao Yungui said softly: "I have ordered the servants here not to need dinner. If your highness is past the time, you won't be able to use it."
When Jiang Jinshuang heard this, she hurriedly stood up and walked towards the dusk outside.
……
After dinner, when Jiang Jinshuang came to the ancestral hall again, Zhao Yungui had already left.
There were more than a dozen Buddhist verses written neatly on the desk, but the one he had written wrongly seemed to have been taken away by him, and Jiang Jinshuang could not find it.
——Damn it, I originally planned to make some alterations just to make up for it.
After writing a few more pieces, Jiang Jinshuang couldn't write any more, so she packed up her things and prepared to write again tomorrow.
But as soon as she stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall, she saw several black shadows flying towards high places.
There is an assassin! ?
That direction is - the observatory!
(End of chapter)