Chapter 1O83

Kyoto.

Jiuhua temple, in the meditation room.

Feng Ye is dressed in a purple robe and exudes a noble smell. He closes his eyes, puts his hands together and speaks words in his mouth. Behind him, there are two little masters with his hands together.

The sound of wooden fish sounded in his ears, one by one, accompanied by the sound of chanting scriptures, swirling in his mind.

He had been reading from the time of the day until the sun was just empty. He slowly opened his eyes and worshipped the Buddha seat in front of him for three times.

Then he got up and worshipped the two little masters. He looked very pious.

After the meditation, he walked out of the meditation room.

Abbot Jiufang was coming, his hands folded and said, "Your Highness."

"I'm going to find the abbot." Feng Ye said.

"What can your highness do for me?" Abbot Jiufang said politely.

Feng Ye took out a sign at his waist and said, "I had nothing to do today. I drew a sign and wanted to ask the abbot to explain it to the king. See if there is any mystery in the signature. "

Abbot Jiufang took the autograph and looked at it carefully.

"How?" Feng Ye approached and asked.

The abbot of the nine sides put the sign between his hands, closed his hands and said, "the sign means to remind his Highness the eighth, don't force, don't go against the will of heaven, and let it go."

Don't force it? Don't go against God's will?

Feng Ye's eyes gathered a trace of depth and said, "is that to let the king sit and wait to die?"

"No, No." Abbot Jiufang said, "another thing is to remind your highness eight to stay away from right and wrong. Don't be involved. It's true."

Feng Ye looked at the sign, slowly smiled on his face and said, "it seems that Wang wants to go far to solve problems for his best friend. It's better not to go, isn't it?"

"Your Highness, it's harmless to seek blessings and avoid disasters." Said Abbot Jiufang.

Seeking blessings and avoiding disasters?

"I dare ask the abbot, what is blessing and what is misfortune?" Feng Ye asks again.

"The place where fortune lies and the place where misfortune lies may not become a good thing if it looks like a disaster, but if it looks like a good thing, it will become a bad thing if it doesn't pursue fortune and avoid disaster." Said Abbot Jiufang.

Feng Ye nods.

"Amitabha." Abbot Jiufang nodded and said.

"I'm bothering the abbot today." Feng Ye politely said a few words, then turned and left, and took the signature given by the abbot.

He held the signature in his hand all the way and got on the carriage.

On the carriage, he thought deeply, the fist was slowly clenched, and the signature was tightly clenched in his hand. After a while, he was cold eyed, rubbed the signature, opened the curtain of the carriage, and as soon as he let go, the broken signature fell to the ground and drifted away with the wind.

He murmured a word in his mouth and said, "my life is from me, not from heaven, but if heaven really wants to kill me, I won't have any complaints."

After leaving Jiuhua temple, Feng Ye enters the palace again and goes to Rongyuan hall to meet Emperor Zhou Cheng.

As soon as he entered the hall, he felt a breath of approaching death. The queen sat next to the Dragon bed, bent down and put her ears in her father's ear. She didn't know what to say.

He could only see through the curtain. He bowed his head and looked more and more pious.

"Eighth prince, the emperor asked you to come near." After a while, the empress opened the curtain and came out and said to Feng Ye.

"Yes, mother." Feng Ye gets up, respectfully glances over Liang Guifei's face, and then immediately lowers his head, looking very obedient.

This woman is really smart. The mother imperial concubine fought with her for half her life and was stabbed to death. She finally won the sixth palace and sat in the position of Queen and empress, glorifying the world.

With such a thought, Feng Ye bowed down, went to the emperor's Dragon bed and called, "father, my son is coming. Is father better?"

"Cough..." Zhou chengdi's mouth made a worrying cough.

Feng Ye doesn't look up. He knows that Emperor Zhou chengdi won't want anyone to see him at this time.

"Ye'er, ye'er... Cough... Cough..." just a few words later, there was another heart rending cough, which made people scared and scared. I was afraid he couldn't cough up at one breath and died like this.

"My father, my son is here. What instructions do you have?" Feng Ye said.

At this time, Emperor Zhou chengdi stretched out his hand. The emperor's hand is now as thin as a wood. You can see green veins one by one, which is very frightening.

Feng Ye quickly stretches out his hand and is held by Emperor Zhou chengdi. He can't feel his father's flesh. He just feels that holding him is a bone, which makes his heart tremble.

"Ye'er, you, you raise your head and look at your father." Emperor Zhou chengdi said this sentence with almost all his strength.

"Yes, my son and I will." Feng Ye seems more cautious. He slowly raises his head and looks at the man in front of him——

His heart suddenly jumped. The father emperor, the man who used to be high and held the power of life and death of everyone, was so thin.

At this moment, he doesn't look like an emperor. He is just a late old man, a poor old man who will lose his life at any time.

Feng Ye's mood is inexplicably complicated!

He seemed to have never thought that his father would be like this one day. Although he had expected what he was like today when he did something, his heart was still shocked.

"Ye'er, you, cough... My father missed you, so I asked you to come and accompany my father." Zhou chengdi held Feng Ye's hand tightly with both hands, and his turbid eyes looked at him. After the turbid, a touch of deep and elusive flashed.

"Father and emperor, children and ministers are unfilial and do not accompany them all the time!" Feng Ye's eyes show a trace of sadness.

Don't say, Emperor Zhou chengdi, even himself, doesn't know how true or false this sadness is.

But, father emperor, father emperor, you are really good at performing. It's time to use your children's ministers to stage a deep father son relationship in front of your children's ministers!

If I hadn't arranged someone around you and knew your real intention, I would really be cheated by you!

"Father, you don't have to worry. My son asked brother Liu Wang to go out and let him visit all over the world. He also had to find divine medicine to cure the dragon body of my father. My son knew how difficult it was to manage a country when he was the duty of supervising the country! This matter is not well done by my son and minister. I still need my father and emperor to come. " Feng Ye stares at Zhou chengdi with both eyes, showing eager expectation and hope.

"Cough... Cough..." Emperor Zhou chengdi wanted to speak, but with a mouth, there was another violent cough. Feng Ye hurriedly got up, gently stroked Emperor Zhou chengdi's back and shouted, "father..."