Yuan Xihe left the relationship clean, and Ji Liu'er was not in a hurry to argue with her.

After looking at Yuan Jiusi a few times, he laughed, politely and politely: "The slave family just recognizes things, and it is not surprising that the son in front of him does not recognize the slave family. ”

As he spoke, he moved lightly again, bending his waist in vain.

Eyebrows, how can such a beauty not make people excited.

Seeing that Yuan Jiusi and the others were no longer silent, Ji Liu'er lowered his eyebrows. After apologizing, he stopped staying, and slowly walked out of the palace with the maidservant, and left.

The people watching the excitement next to him were confused, but Yuan Jiusi heard it very clearly.

This season, Liu'er clearly knew that she was not from the Lang family, and she was suspicious, so she pretended to mention it ignorantly.

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Yuan Jiusi didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and after this trouble, he lost his interest in asking for a signature, and he was about to go back to the house unhappy.

On the contrary, Yuan Xihe grabbed her and scolded half-truthfully: "You are too, you will believe whatever the sister in the Flower Pavilion says." Where are all those clever people in the past? Your poor brother Lang is in Nanping, and I am afraid that he will be convicted by you in a daze before he knows anything. ”

Yuan Jiusi stared at the ground and didn't make a sound. Seeing that she seemed to be loose, Yuan Xihe continued: "Besides, even if the two know each other, it doesn't mean that there is anything! ”

After thinking about it, Yuan Jiusi felt that this was the truth.

The so-called concern is chaotic, and he is indeed a little confused by Ji Liu'er's anger. The more urgent it is, the more she should hold it.

"Got it. She nodded stupidly, although she knew the reason, but she was still not very happy in her heart.

At that time, it was close to noon, and the excitement had subsided, and the people in the temple suddenly dispersed a lot.

Seeing her depressed expression, Yuan Xihe suddenly couldn't bear it.

Holding his sister's arm, he gently persuaded him to bring the futon in front of the Bodhisattva, "Didn't the master just say that? Maybe you're really asking what you want?"

There are probably many people who have come to ask for it for a long time, and the dough woven by the grass has been polished to a bright and soft one.

"Imperial sister, you don't usually talk much, how can you comfort me and reason one after another. Yuan Jiusi looked up at her and saw that her face was full of concern, and his heart was very moved.

Knowing that she was fine, Yuan Xihe smiled angrily: "Emotional coaxing you or sister did something wrong." ”

Stretched out his hand to take the fan for her, and handed over the sign holder on the case, "Oh, if you want to ask something, read it in your heart, and the Bodhisattva will tell you." ”

Since Yuan Xihe said so, Yuan Jiusi couldn't sweep her mind anymore.

After all, it was still her own soft grinding and hard bubble that pulled her out, so she restrained her laughing look, rarely lowered her face, and knelt on the futon with a little sincerity.

Picking up the sign that fell out of the barrel and changing it, Yuan Jiusi looked at it and muttered to himself: "Who sent the brocade book?" (1) What does this mean?

I had that thin piece of paper in my hand. In fact, she vaguely knew what this meant, but she didn't dare to believe it, so she silently recited the poem explained by the signature repeatedly.

I couldn't help but look up at the statue of Guanyin above my head, Guanyin's face was kind, but his eyes seemed to be able to perceive a fine dust.

Yuan Jiusi couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and quickly withdrew his gaze, he really had a god with his head up, and he was not allowed to be blasphemed.

Yuan Xihe saw that she was asking for this, and she couldn't help but believe that she got three points.

It is said that according to Yuan Jiusi's temperament, if the signature did not go to her heart, she would have to shout before she stopped. And the two of them just talked about Lang Yuege, and it was not unusual for her to ask for this.

Unconsciously, Yuan Xihe's gaze towards the statue of Guanyin was a little more pleading.

Although her fate has been decided, she always asks for a turnaround. After returning to the palace in these two days, the will of the father and the emperor should come down quickly, the imperial city is far away from Nanping, but there is a holy decree, the situation in Nanping is better, and the messenger of the family will come to pick her up.

Although Nanping is vast and sparsely populated and has a thin army, it is rich in mineral deposits.

The king of Nanping fulfilled his duties and paid a huge tribute to the court every year.

Even if Emperor Xuan was still hesitant and didn't want to marry Roude before, but the earthquake in Nanping a month ago suffered heavy casualties, which made the emperor have to make a decision to appease people.

Kneeling down reverently, Yuan Xihe bowed respectfully three times before picking up the stick holder that Yuan Jiusi had just put down.

After the "bang" sounded, only a crisp sound was heard, and an old peach wood stick fell to the ground with a "pop".

Hearing the sound of the sign, Yuan Xihe's heart was confused, and she couldn't read the words on the wood clearly.

Yuan Xihe suddenly became afraid, afraid that this was the final certainty. Her hand trembled faintly, and she was about to grab it and stuff it back into the barrel.

But Yuan Jiusi didn't move for a long time after seeing her shake it out, so he simply went to pick it up for her.

"Sister Huang, what have you been kneeling for? I'll get the signature for you. Bending over to help her up, Yuan Jiusi enthusiastically went to change the text for her.

Yuan Xihe saw her take it, but he didn't stop it, but only sighed lowly.

Witnessing silently on the side, Hua Jian's expression was complicated, and she really couldn't tell what kind of feelings Yuan Xihe had for Yuan Jiusi.

Over there, Yuan Jiusi retrieved the things for her, and handed them to her directly without peeking: "Sister, the master said that your stick is called 'Immortal Guidance'." ”

Taking the piece of paper, Yuan Xihe hesitated, but still opened it.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and don't plot. ”

"Poetry explanation: 'The mountains and rivers are poor and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. ’②”

"There must be a way?" Yuan Xihe looked at the yellow paper in his hand, as if he wanted to see through the paper, and his expression was unpredictable.

For a while, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad in her heart, and there was a smile in her gentle eyes.

"What is the way you are going, and does anyone remember the way you came?"

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After asking for a signature, the two of them turned around casually and felt sleepy, so they went back the same way.

After resting for a while at noon, Yuan Jiusi woke up feeling a little hungry.

"Flower note, Lan Yi?" she rubbed her eyes and shouted, but no one responded for a long time.

I didn't see the teapot and water cup on the table, and I thought I should be going to mix water for her. The temple is simple, and it is not surprising that everything is troublesome.

Yuan Jiusi didn't wait for them, and went out on his own, wanting to find the dining hall behind him to get some food.

The Zen room of Putuo Temple is built next to the mountain, the terrain is not very flat, all the way out can not help but climb the slope and climb the hill, it is very exhausting.

She didn't know the way, so she just took a chance and walked along the road full of white flowers on both sides.

After several bends, Yuan Jiusi finally saw that there were stacks of firewood piled up outside a room, this should be a cook, right? She touched her stomach, and felt that it was very hard to find it all the way.

The locust flowers at the head of the yard are almost all in bloom, and only sporadic locust rice is still budding.

Under the shade of bushes and foliage, Yuan Jiusi vaguely saw a bald monk wearing a blue coarse cloth shirt. The monk was concentrating on picking locust flowers, and he tasted them from time to time while picking them.

Yuan Jiusi didn't expect that the things on this tree could be eaten, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

When she squinted closely, she found that the monk happened to be the one who drove her downstairs before. The road is narrow.

"Okay!"

Seeing that he was concentrating on picking flowers, Yuan Jiusi felt a stomach full of bad water. As soon as his brain turned, he shouted at his back: "Flower monk!"

Hearing someone speak, Qing Xuan was stunned at first, turned around and saw that it was her, and his brows furrowed almost invisibly.

The word seemed unflattering to him. Although the anger was not necessarily, Qing Xuanji was stingy with the expression on his face, and asked with a straight look: "Why did the female benefactor say this?"

Yuan Jiusi waved his hand: "The monk who picks flowers, isn't it a flower monk?"

Bensheng has a cold and charming beautiful face, but the round apricot-like eyes hide a cunning light that does not match it. She covered her mouth and snickered, and said it as a matter of course.

"The benefactor's argument is far-fetched in the past. Qingxuan didn't smile with a straight face, and he didn't continue to spend time with her. Vultures throw new locust flowers into clean bamboo baskets.

Yuan Jiusi saw him eating the white flower at first, and he was already eager to try it, so he also tiptoed out and picked one.

The petals are snow-white and tender, and after carefully looking at them for a while, she also learned to stuff the flowers into her mouth and chew them carefully. I didn't expect it to taste extra sweet.

"Monk, little master Qingxuan?" Yuan Jiusi looked at his expression and tiptoed over.

Raising the blooming locust flower in her hand to him, she said a little flatteringly: "I haven't seen this thing before, it's so sweet, it's so delicious." ”

With a □□ "um" without any feeling, Qingxuan continued his business.

But after a while, he caught a glimpse of her greedy mouth and kept eating, and began to worry that she would be uncomfortable if she ate badly. So he reluctantly brought a hint of friendship and reminded in a cold voice: "Sophora flowers are cold, don't eat more." Don't be greedy. ”

"Then what are you doing with so much?" Sensing his kindness, Yuan Jiu thought a lot.

Qing Xuan weighed the weight of the basket in hand, estimated that it was almost there, and then turned around and walked into the room full of firewood outside. Skillfully boil the water in a pot, and then quickly pour the picked locust flowers into a bowl and spread them.

Seeing that Yuan Jiusi had been guarding beside him, he didn't pick anyone up.

"This water is the spring of a mountain stream, if you are thirsty, the donor will take a spoonful of it himself. Xu saw that her lips were cracked, and Qingxuan reminded her again.

After draining the washed acacia flowers, Qingxuan added clear noodles and glutinous rice flour to the bowl and carefully mixed them. Look at his skillful movements, he should have done this a lot. Yuan Jiu thought that the person who could cook food was the most capable, so he couldn't help but become adored when he looked at him.