Shen Qingci walked past King Fenglun, and his smile became clearer. Only the words he said were like a knife, and the hearts of King Fenglun were raised one after another.

"I really want to thank you. If it weren't for the prince, I wouldn't have been able to steal your country's iron melting technique. Those firearms were also able to exist thanks to the iron melting technique."

"So, Prince, I want to thank you."

Shen Qingci bowed to King Fenglun.

Why, Prince Fenglun can’t stand this thank you for such a great kindness?

After a few thick breaths, King Fenglun's eyes rolled and he was already fainted by the anger.

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

Then he took the cloak hat on his head and walked out of the prison.

As for what Prince Fenglun wants, no one will know about it in this life.

She does have the so-called art of immortality in her hands, but no one can know it anymore.

Shen Qingci walked out, and when the warm sun outside fell on her eyes, her trembling eyelashes raised, like a butterfly flying, faintly and splashing for generations.

She raised her hand and took over the ray of clear sun. Then, a piece of fragrance remained in the slightly raised sleeves.

In the 625th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Zhou battled Cangtao, and the Great Zhou became famous in one battle and became the leader of the four countries, and no one could mess with them.

After that, peace in the world will be at least a hundred years of peace. Whether there will be some part of the world in a hundred years is no longer what they can care about or worry about.

In this world, if you are united, you will be divided, and if you are divided, you will be unified.

By then, they were all ancient and later generations had their own descendants. They just did what they wanted to do, and the rest were left to say to future generations.

They do what they can do and cannot do. Such a peaceful and prosperous era is what they give to future generations, and it is also the warmth and spring that they left for this world.

At this moment, it seemed that flowers were blooming and the garden was filled with spring.

On this day, Master Jingkong made a special French show, which was done for the wife of Duke Wei and the biological mother of Princess Shuo. This was her death day.

Master Jingkong came over and performed a Buddhist ritual to them.

Shen Qingci also clasped his hands together, "Thank you for your hard work."

"should."

Master Jingkong smiled and said, "The white face is pure and rosy, and there is no need to be done, just like he is in his twenties. This technique is a little white-faced. Although it is a bit disrespectful to describe a monk who has attained enlightenment in this way.

But Shen Qingci just didn't understand why King Fenglun just fell in love with her and had to work hard to get her to Cangtao, so why didn't he get the little white-faced monk away?

"What's wrong with Lao Na?"

Master Jingkong asked Shen Qingci with a smile.

Master, can we be more humble?

Shen Qingci really didn't want to pick him up, but if he didn't pick someone else, she would stab herself. She would still be able to call me a monk. No, is Master Jingkong poor? It's not poor? If you don't have any money, you can just ask for ten thousand taels of silver at any time, and you never see him ruthless.

At this time, a little guy came out from behind Shen Qingci.

He also extended his little hand to Master Jingkong.

"Uncle, hug."

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

"Yeah, it's pretty good. Can you have a good meal?"

"have."

Guoer nodded hard on her little head, "Guere is working hard to eat."

That's good. Master Jingkong is also cold to everyone and everything, but he is special to the children born to Shen Qingci. Maybe this is the so-called intergenerational relative.

At this time, he was an ordinary uncle, not a famous monk in Dazhou.

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

Guo'er also understood and ran over. Both of her little hands held her mother's hand, with only her big eyes looking at Master Jingkong from time to time.

Master Jingkong clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

"This child is the kindness given to Da Zhou by God."

Especially such a beautiful and cute little girl, if her eldest sister is not around, he will be the only one who is the uncle in the future, so he will definitely be the one who will be the one who is the uncle.

A little novice monk came over and held something in his hand, a small white porcelain bottle.

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

"What's this?"

Shen Qingci took it over, then opened it, and placed it under his nose. He actually smelled a faint medicinal fragrance, as if it was mixed with various flower fragrances.

Generally light, usually fragrant, usually clear.

Master Jingkong then put his hands together.

"Hundreds of fragrances, hundreds of dews, hundreds of flowers, and hundreds of flavors."

Shen Qingci's eyes widened slightly.

"You know?"

"Tianji."

Master Jingkong smiled, "Don't use that method anymore."

He looked at the white porcelain cup again, "This is what I asked the monks in the temple to pick in this mountain. This mountain is unique. There are hundreds of flowers and can also pick hundreds of honey. The fragrance is also there, and hundreds of dew is also there. Every year, I will give it to you."

"The Lou family's daughters are in love with the world and will protect the people of the people. Please treat the people of our Great Zhou well."

"And..." He smiled again, "Remember to donate more money for incense and oil. The monks' shoes are going to be replaced, and the road down the mountain is going to be repaired."

The little novice monk on one side lowered his head as he lowered his head.

The master is the master.

This requires money.

It's simply crazy.

Shen Qing gave the porcelain bottle to Daxiang on the side, and she also held her daughter and left, which moved her for most of the day. It turned out to be for money.

This old monk has been involved in the money.

"I am so proud of Princess Shuo."

Master Jingkong gave a light bow to Shen Qingci's back.

"Master, I didn't tell us," Xiao Shami whispered to remind Master Jingkong.

"She will give it."

Master Jingkong still smiled, "She is the most expensive and kind person. All the expenses we spend in Xiangjue Temple in the future will be hers."

"You go and calculate what else we need here is. We can't let go of any side or corners. Make a list and then send it to the Shuo Palace. Remember to write more."

Master Jingkong gave another command, "Don't forget it either. You are in a good mood. You should take advantage of the fact that you are in a good mood, otherwise you will not be able to get it in the future."

"Why not good to ask?"

The little novice monk doesn't understand.

As long as the master speaks, what money can you make in your hands?
Chapter completed!