When the two tanhua envoys left Qujiang Pond with difficulty, they were very tacitly separated. Wang Zixian did not have any interest in "picking all the Chang'an flowers", and he did not want to be surrounded by the people, so he had to walk through the little ladies' enthusiastic sachets and flowers again. Instead of wasting time on such unnecessary things as "exploring flowers", he felt that it was better to go back earlier and take a few more glances at his Xuanqi by sending flowers.

So, almost without hesitation, he rode his horse towards the Temple of Mercy and Grace. Jinchangfang was only a square away from Qujiang Pond, and only a moment later, he arrived at the temple and walked to the quiet room in the back corner of the pagoda. This quiet room in the middle of the pine waves is the place where Master Xuanhui practiced every day, and it is silent all year round, and it is just an occasional chess piece, which just adds a bit of leisure.

It was unfortunate that the prince had arrived, and Master Xuan Hui was playing against the guests, so he didn't have time to see him. Listening to the words of the little novice, he smiled slightly, and still walked into the quiet room. Both sides of the game are very engaged, and the chessboard is difficult to solve, and if the mind is away for a moment, perhaps the outcome has already been decided. He glanced down at the situation and sat down silently beside him.

It was only at the end of the game that Master Xuanhui and the guests came back to their senses. The prince saluted them and called, "I have seen the sir, I have seen the mage." "That's right, his family, Mr. Song, has now become a chess friend of Master Xuanhui, and often comes to play against him, and today is no exception. As a conscientious disciple, he has not been with Mr. Song for some time because of his return home. But he has never guessed the whereabouts of his own husband.

That's when the old man remembered...... Isn't it a hibiscus feast today? Master Xuanhui smiled and folded his hands, "Tanhua is here, isn't it for the flowers in the temple?" Amitabha, the old man finally managed to feed a few pots of peonies, and even you, the head of the new branch, are really reluctant to give them away. ”

"Since the old monk is reluctant, you can go elsewhere to explore the flowers." Mr. Song stroked his beard and smiled, "The horizontal and vertical are not bad for those flowers." "Whether it is an apricot banquet or a flower visitor, it is just a custom for the new jinshi to celebrate, and there is no need to ignore it too lightly, nor should it be too careful.

"If the mage is reluctant to peony, then peony and rhododendron will also make it." The prince said, "The huge Temple of Mercy and Grace, can't you even let me pick a few of these flowers?" He didn't mind the peony "Kao" falling into the hands of others, or the metaphor that it crowned all flowers. The youngest Jiadi head of the dynasty already belongs to him, so why not let people take the other false names?

Exploring flowers is not just to explore precious flowers, but their favorite flowers, and after taking them back, they recite poems to express their emotions with flowers. Since it was up to him to choose, why did he choose the peonies that he didn't know how many flower explorers had chosen? Each flower has its own eye, that's all.

"It seems that if the flower envoy can't get his wish this time, it's because the old man is not tolerant enough." Master Xuanhui shook his head, if he talked about attachment, he was a monk, so naturally he couldn't compare with this young man, "No matter what, no matter what you like, just take it off." However, every flower and tree has a destiny, and it can't hurt the harmony too much. ”

"Mage, don't worry." The prince thanked him with a smile and asked the little novice to take him to the flower garden.

Master Xuanhui cleaned up the chess game and sighed softly: "Idiot ......" means that he doesn't know what this son has experienced these days, and he can guess a thing or two from his expression. Occasionally, even a monk like him has to admit that for people with a firm heart, the attachment brought about by greed and hatred can make them overcome the hardships in life and laugh at the red dust.

It's just that for those whose minds have not yet been polished, contradictions and suffering are enough to overwhelm them. Thinking of this, he recalled another young man from the Wang family who often came to the incense some time ago: "What an idiot......

Mr. Song vaguely heard his long sigh, and the pride and pride in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows couldn't help but fade slightly. In the end, he is an old man who has experienced so many years in the officialdom, although his heart is as straightforward as before, he has already seen all kinds of strange things. Thinking of the old incident that the abolished prince Li Song made back then, if he hadn't discovered that his disciples had already had a deep affection for the king of Xin'an County at this moment, he would have deceived himself.

However, what about the discovery? With his understanding of his own disciples, he has long been unable to guess the depth of his affection, let alone cut it off. If he was forced to leave the king of Xin'an, it would not cause him to react violently. Moreover, although he is a husband, he is not a parent in the end, and his feelings for him cannot be questioned. So, he had to secretly mediate himself, turn a blind eye, and treat it as if he didn't know.

The prince picked a few flowers at random, placed them in the rattan basket prepared by the little novice, and returned to the hibiscus garden. At this time, another flower explorer had not yet returned, and he was not in a hurry to return to the apricot garden, but stepped into the peony garden next to him in full view of everyone, and boarded the sky corridor with ease.

However, to his slight surprise, there were many more uninvited guests in the corridor at this moment—and even evil guests. These unannounced guests seem to sit or stand freely, but the atmosphere in the corridor is particularly dull. The occasional whisper and laughter are also hypocritical.

Wang Zixian's gaze moved slightly, swept over everyone, and landed on Li Hui, who was teasing Princess Yong'an. The little guy who was sulking for some reason finally couldn't help it and was amused by him. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, looked back with some feeling, and couldn't help laughing: "Wanniang, look, the flower explorer has sent you flowers." ”

Princess Yongan immediately fell to the ground from his arms, flashing with big eyes, and couldn't wait to come over.

The prince curled the corners of his lips and saluted, "I have seen your lord and the king. After that, he handed the rattan basket to Princess Yong'an: "I don't know what flowers your lord likes, so I picked them all." "Every flower still has its own droplets, no matter what color or big or small, all of them bloom in the wind, bright and dripping.

Princess Yong'an picked and chosen, and finally chose a red and gorgeous cuckoo, hairpin in her hair, looked back and asked in a milky voice: "Brother, is it good-looking?" ”

"It's good-looking, Wan Niang's hairpin looks good at everything!" Li Hui praised without hesitation.

Li Jing, the king of Tianshui County, who was sitting next to him, also laughed loudly: "It's really good-looking." Fortunately, the cuckoo was chosen, if you wear a peony or peony that is bigger than your head, tsk, you can't bear to look at it!! ”

Princess Yong'an was quite satisfied with their praise, so she chose another double-petaled peony and gave it to Princess Changning as a treasure: "Sister hairpin, this one must be beautiful." ”

"Wan Niang's vision is really good." Princess Changning squatted down, smiled and turned her head sideways, and asked her to make the hairpin herself. Although the little one was still young, his demeanor was rather clumsy, and he almost broke her hair in a bun. However, in the end, this peony still opened on the edge of her black hair, making her more and more radiant and beautiful.

Yan Zhan, who was standing beside her, looked down at the two sisters, her eyes fell on the peony, and her eyes suddenly dimmed. When Princess Changning led Princess Yong'an to get up, he showed a gentle smile again, and his eyes swept over Wang Zixian and his third brother Wang Zimu.

"I want flowers too. Wang Xiangtou, take it and let me pick it too. Another unfamiliar child said suddenly. He was about seven or eight years old, and his demeanor had an air of dignity, but the arrogance in his eyes was undisguised, as if it were a matter of course to shout at a new Koto-Nat.

Wang Zixian smiled and walked over with a rattan basket to pick it for him. He flipped through it casually, and after tossing the remaining peonies and rhododendrons until the petals were scattered, he chose a pear blossom and played with it in his hand absentmindedly. The details are full of character, and you can also get a glimpse of his lack of care for the two princesses, and perhaps even a little more implicit a deep malice that even he himself may not understand.

"Da Lang, didn't you think that my brother and I would also pick flowers?" Li Jing didn't think much about it, frowned and said, "What good flowers are left?" What's more, when the time comes, only this basket of residual flowers will be left, and how will the flowers be taught to deal with later? ”

"It's just a few flowers." The child replied, a little unpleasant, "I have always been unable to control my strength, and my cousin is not unaware. It's nothing at all, just let Wang Xiangtou pick a few more peonies in this peony garden. I can't say, a random peony here is much better than the basket of flowers he picked. ”

"Indeed, it's just a few flowers." Li Hui continued, and he was lazy to worry about him, "Jing Xing, if you want to make hairpins, pick one more." Zixian, why don't you take a walk in the peony garden and pick some fresh flowers? The other Tanhua envoy has not yet returned, and it is still early. ”

Of course, he had always thought more than Li Jing, and a little coldness had risen in his half-drooping eyes—the child had not yet known how to perfectly conceal his malice, and he could unintentionally reveal the true thoughts in his heart—but such thoughts must have been caused by the influence of his ears and eyes. His malice is already so obvious, let alone his mother?

"It doesn't matter." The prince smiled very gently, "Broken flowers also have the beauty of broken flowers, so why destroy those flowers that are blooming on the branches?" ”

"Da Lang"? That is the eldest prince of Concubine Yang Xian, King Qi. It's no wonder that she has developed such a temper, thinking that Concubine Yang Xian thinks that everything is under her control - King Qi is not only the eldest son, but also has his mother's Hongnong Yang family to rely on, and it is probably only a matter of time before he becomes the crown prince. Tsk, isn't it because of Concubine Yang Xian and King Qi that the Yang family is becoming more and more difficult to fill?

This seemingly close relationship of interests and blood ties is not without its loopholes. After all, Yang Shijing is only Yang Xianfei's uncle, and Yang Qian is only Yang Xianfei's cousin. Her parents, who could not be relied upon, were at least more trustworthy and their interests were more closely aligned.

Thinking of this, the prince turned his head and looked at Yang Qian, who was talking to the prince, with his eyebrows crooked.

The Yang family, who was hostile to his Xuanqi, abandoned the Yang family of the big Yang family and raised the Yang family of the little Yang family, and had already become his primary enemy. In an instant, he had in mind countless means that could bring down the top gate lord clan of the Hongnong Yang clan. Of course, whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the future business and opportunities.