After reading the pigeon letter, Master Dream shook his head in disbelief and staggered to the side of the chaise longue and sat down. "This kid, this stinky boy, should he be praised for his good luck as a teacher? Or should I say that Zhaoyang's luck is good......"

"Master, the news that Her Royal Highness the princess is still alive, do you want to inform Your Majesty?" Jianyin rolled his eyes beside him and whispered to the Dream Master.

"Tell him what to do? Don't you see the meaning of your little brother's pigeon letter? It is precisely because the Tang Dynasty and the opposition think that Zhaoyang has fallen. The real Zhaoyang can live as a disciple of the King of the Western Regions, and I am afraid that in addition to your junior brother, there are only a few people such as you and me. ”

"If the news comes to Beijing, hehe...... The world is in turmoil, just around the corner. The abbot gritted his teeth, and said gloomily.

Jianyin couldn't help but gasp. "Master, this, isn't this enough?"

"What's not to do, haven't you looked closely at this pigeon letter?" The abbot shook the densely written pigeon letter in his hand and sneered.

Jianyin's face turned red, and he nodded a little embarrassedly. "The disciple only saw a beginning, and after learning the news that Her Royal Highness the princess was still alive, he rushed directly from the temple, and he didn't have time to see the things in the back."

Seeing the eldest disciple behaving like this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a warm smile, and handed over the pigeon letter. "Look at it carefully before you speak."

After Jianyin received it in his hand, he carefully examined it for a long time, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he shook his head again and again in disbelief. "This, is this still Datang?"

"This is naturally the Tang Dynasty, or rather, my brother, who still thinks that everything in the world is under his control. Hehe...... Third brother, third brother, wake up, Datang is now at a critical juncture for survival......" The abbot of the dream smiled bitterly, looked at the north, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

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"So, what should I do now?" Jianyin sat aside with a dejected expression, staring blankly at the translation that brought shocking news, and his mood was really difficult to calm down. What to do? Thinking of the shocking content in the letter, Jianyin felt more tired than his mother's self running twenty miles, well, tired.

"I don't know ...... for the teacher," the dream abbot shook his head, and his heart was very entangled. On the one hand, it is the safety of the Tang Empire of the old Li family, and on the other hand, it is the safety of his niece and granddaughter and his most beloved disciple.

The abbot couldn't help but secretly scolded his mother in his heart, and lay down in a big groove, what kind of is this, obviously I want the Buddha to sing a song "Left and Right".

Jianyin sat on the side, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the master who was sitting like a mountain, opening his mouth to speak, but he didn't know whether to say it or not. But this appearance of him all fell into the eyes of the abbot of dreams.

The abbot of the dream picked up the tea in front of him, brushed the tea foam, and saw the warm red tea soup in the tea cup. The production method of this black tea comes from Duan Shaojun, who is now trapped in the grassland Saibei Toto Sea.

When this kid asked Xu Xiangjun to send tea, he also specially confessed, Master, you are too old, and drinking more green tea is cold, and it is easy to hurt the spleen, especially in winter. Therefore, the disciple specially made such a black tea, which is warm and warm, has the effect of strengthening the spleen and stomach, and is most suitable for middle-aged and elderly people.

After getting this black tea, after receiving such a letter, the abbot was angry that this stinky boy dared to treat Shizun as a useless old man, and on the other hand, he was indignant and replaced all the pots of green tea in his room with this kind of black tea.

When I thought of the stinky boy who always had a hippie smile in front of him, the abbot felt a pain in his brain. But can you really watch him die?

"Jianyin, if you have any ideas, just say it, don't keep dangling here and around, shaking so dizzy that you are dizzy." The dream puzzled the abbot's eyelids, and snorted at Na Jianyin.

Jianyin, who had been sitting still, but hadn't gotten up and moved at all, couldn't help but roll his eyes depressedly, but he still nodded respectfully. "Master, that, the disciple feels that although the little junior brother's temperament is a little stubborn, he is not incorrigible......"

"Okay, you don't need to say it, the teacher naturally knows what to do. This crisis in Datang has risen and fallen since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and it is not bad this time...... Anyway, let's wait to get that stinky boy and my niece back to Datang. The abbot waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, Jianyin let out a long sigh of relief and bowed deeply to the abbot of Mengfu. "I don't know what method the master is going to use to welcome the little junior brother and Her Royal Highness the princess back to the Tang Dynasty?"

"This ...... I really don't know as a teacher. The abbot was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. It's a headache, because at this moment, how can there be a perfect solution?

The master and apprentice simply returned to the quiet meditation room, where they discussed while drinking tea, but after discussing for a long time, they still had no clue. The master and apprentice looked at each other helplessly, but at this time, they saw the two senior brothers pushing open the door of the meditation room, waving a pigeon letter in their hands. "Master, senior brother, here is the pigeon letter of the junior brother."

"And?" Jianyin couldn't help but be stunned, jumped up directly, ran over and copied it in his hand, and looked at it, his face, which was originally wrinkled and almost turned into a bitter gourd, instantly stiffened as if he had been hit by Medusa's petrified gaze, and looked at the translation of the pigeon letter blankly.

"It's not bad news, it's good news, the little junior brother has a way here, and he sent the way......" Jianyin smiled bitterly, and with some hesitation, he handed the translation of the pigeon letter to the abbot of the dream. It's a bit ......."

"Does this kid have a way? But that's right, with the cleverness of this stinky boy, I can't think of a way...... Depend on! This stinky boy! What is he trying to do? The abbot of the dream had just happily taken the translation of the pigeon letter, and before he could take a few glances, he jumped three feet high and roared madly.

"Master, don't be angry, you can read it first, don't get angry......" Jianyin smiled helplessly, and hurriedly walked over to persuade him.

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"Buddha, can I not get angry? See what's written on this stinky boy's letter? Buddha, my daughter? What does he mean by being a little bastard, huh?! …… This, what kind of weird idea is this, what kind of fun is that girl making around here, why did she become my niece and nephew again? The abbot continued to babble and complain while continuing to look at the translation of the pigeon letter.

And the senior brother and the second senior brother could only look at each other speechlessly, looking at the quiet and peaceful master chattering there so unruly, it had to be the sister-in-law Xianglin who was sitting on the side of the road and kept telling people about her tragic past.

The dream abbot who was looking at it and complaining finally read the pigeon letter, and the complaint had stopped as early as halfway, and when he got to the back, the dream abbot could finally calm down and consider the feasibility of this plan.

tried to avoid the court, and used Xuanzhen Daochang, the uncle of the national teacher, as the matchmaker, and he, the former prince of the Tang Dynasty, is strongly supported by today's eminent monks. Then Li Youwen, who returned to the Zuoyu Linwei garrison with the caravan and seized the right to return the army, participated in the performance. The odds of success of this plan, which seemed absurd, seemed so high.

Seeing that the master had read the translation of the pigeon letter, he groaned for a long time, and even the teacup in front of him was empty, and he was still holding an empty teacup in a daze. Jianyin stepped forward lightly, took the teacup in the hand of the abbot of Mengfu, filled it with hot tea, and asked in a low voice. "Master, do you think this plan of the junior brother is feasible?"

"Humph! What if there is something feasible? This scoundrel, who swaggered all day long in the name of his teacher, is better now, and has ruined my name to the Chihu people in the north of the country. I don't care about the teacher for the sake of the teacher, this matter is as good as the love, and the teacher decided to retreat for a month, so as not to be angry with that criminal! After the abbot finished speaking, he took the tea and drank it all, and then walked away indignantly.

When he arrived at the door, he paused, turned his head and shouted at Na Jianyin: "For all things, you can make up your mind for the teacher, so you don't have to come to disturb the teacher again." Then he ran out with a swift footstep, as if he was worried about being chased by a ghost.