Miaoxin has always adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye to the group of people from the Zhuiying Palace around him - no matter how noisy they are, he just silently recites Buddhist teachings in his heart and blocks everything out.
The secret guard sat next to him, eating noodles and sighing, the kitchen smelled quite fragrant. He guessed that it was the emperor's order again, making a nourishing soup for the prince.
We weren't really keen on sharing a bowl.
"Master, Master." The secret guard nudged him with his elbow. "When the emperor and the prince get married in the future, would you like to go and ask for a cup of wedding wine? By then, the senior monks from Shaolin and Jinguang Temple will be there, and we can all have a vegetarian table together, which sounds very lively."
Miaoxin still closed her eyes and remained silent.
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