"Old monk..." Zhu Zhanji finally had a background that could not be residing.

His voice was a little more swallowed, and something seemed to be blocking his throat.

Yao Guangxiao coughed, but still reached out to stop Zhu Zhanji.

His voice began to become intermittent: "Wine...the wine...is still buried here...here...and dig later..."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were already red, and he nodded heavily: "I'll dig! I'll let you... no! I'll dig out one jar after another!"

Yao Guangxiao sucked the air hard.

He nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

“Okay…”

...

“Buzz…”

"Dong...dong...dong..."

A bell rings in the temple.

It is transmitted from afar to all parts of the city.

A group of monks, wearing the most orthodox Buddhist monk robes, walked in from outside the courtyard one after another.

Behind, another group of eunuchs from the palace walked in with various funeral instruments.

Yao Guangxiao was put on a robes of the Duke of the State and a cassock covered with gold wire.

The monks and eunuchs were very attentive, and their behavior seemed to be being taken care of by gods and Buddhas in the sky.

They were careful, for fear of waking up the gods and Buddhas' long sleep.

And all this happened before Zhu Zhanji.

The monks and eunuchs around him, although they did not look at him.

But Zhu Zhanji knew that everyone here was secretly paying attention to him and observing what stupid things he might do.

"Taisun, the princess asked you to go back to the palace to eat noodles..."

The eunuch in the Eastern Palace appeared behind Zhu Zhanji at some point, and he was also full of silence.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head silently.

He stood up and ignored the monks and eunuchs who had obviously stopped collecting Yao Guangxiao for a moment.

Zhu Zhanji just walked to the courtyard wall silently and picked up a shovel.

Then he walked back to the old peach tree in the yard.

In the position where Yao Guangxiao was just leaning against, Zhu Zhanji pried open the entire wooden board.

The eunuch in the Eastern Palace couldn't help but speak out: "Taisun..."

Zhu Zhanji ignored him.

After prying all the wooden boards open, Zhu Zhanji stood on the mud under the peach tree.

He began to wave the shovel in his hand and began to dig the soil in front of him in an orderly manner.

He is very attentive and careful.

Because glass bottles can easily break.

When a light flashed in front of Zhu Zhanji's eyes, he slowly put down the shovel in his hand.

He began to kneel on the ground, carefully cleaning the glass bottles buried under the mud for many years with his hands.

The headmaster of the East Palace seemed to remember something, and he hurriedly shouted outside the yard: "Come here! Come here! Move all the wine back to the East Palace!"

As the most loyal servant in the Eastern Palace, he really wanted to come forward to help the grandson.

But reason told him that such things cannot be done.

So, the supervisor silently gave a look to the others present, signaling these people to quickly remove Yao Guangxiao's body from here.

After everyone left, the supervisor silently retreated outside the yard gate, staring at the yard nervously, wanting to dig out all the hidden wine.

...

Zhu Zhanji didn't know how long he had dug.

The soil that had been blocked under the wooden table was very soft, but it made his hands covered with soft mud, but did not cause any substantial damage.

After he took out the last glass wine jar with pink liquid, he was carried out from the soil.

Zhu Zhanji lay heavily on the ground.

The sky in front of me is already covered with stars.

It formed an endless galaxy.

How many years ago should these flashes happen?

Zhu Zhanji thought about it.

He felt a little sorry for the physics teacher, that cute old man.

The old monk is dead.

Really dead.

Zhu Zhanji remembered the fact that the old monk secretly mixed the other party's collection of fine wine after he got drunk.

In the end, the fish in Xuanwu Lake escaped, and he was fined all of his royal salary for a whole year.

He also remembered that when he didn't want to read the classics, history, and collections in the Eastern Palace, the old monk would always calculate the time and ask him to come here.

Thinking about it.

The galaxy in front of Zhu Zhanji gradually became blurred.

Until a fat yellow dog opened its teeth and grinned, a drop of saliva hung out of its mouth and was about to drip onto his face, Zhu Zhanji slowly got up.

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi held the big yellow dog and looked at him with warm eyes before he discovered his son.

"The court meeting of the court stopped and buried Monk Daoyan with the treatment of a prince." Zhu Gaochi spoke slowly, explaining the latest news.

He paused for a moment and then remembered: "His tomb is here, under this peach tree. This is his request. If the things buried here are dug up, new things must be buried in it. The old man thought it was reasonable, so he agreed to this matter."

Zhu Zhanji still didn't say anything, but just nodded slowly, indicating that he had listened to these words.

He glanced at his son.

Zhu Gaochi sighed helplessly.

He also has a lot of feelings for him. During the Jingnan period, the old monk was guarding Beiping City with him.

The winter of that year was very cold, but as long as the old monk appeared in front of him, he felt that Peking City could be kept.

And my father who was fighting on the front line could go well.

But the living must continue to move forward.

Zhu Gaochi smiled helplessly and said, "The noodles cooked by your mother have been poured into several pots. If you don't go back to the palace, there will be no noodles..."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and stood up.

"father."
Chapter completed!