The bustling streets are not lined with stalls selling all kinds of goods like in ordinary cities. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Yuhu City is also worthy of the name of the flower capital, and the hawkers sell all famous flowers and plants.

Among the crowds coming and going, Minghua and his entourage were very eye-catching. Minghua knew that Emperor Long An would not dare to detain him openly, but he would not let himself go out of his control. The people don't understand politics, and they turn detention into a favor and let Emperor Long An throw a mouse, which is more conducive to her actions.

"County Lord, Yuhu City is so beautiful! Even the air is fragrant! Ling'er jumped up and down and looked left and right, and then turned back to Minghua, who was slowly admiring the flowers, and said.

An Changsi looked at Ling'er with a rustic bun and smiled contemptuously: "That's not it!" Yuhu City is next to the imperial capital, and it is the second largest metropolis in my Dayan! ”

"The lord of this county came to Yuhu City when he was a child, and he never entered the city, but he just went to the suburban villa to recuperate, and now he sees it, but it is a pity that he was sick and weak back then." Hearing this, Minghua coughed twice and sighed weakly.

"County Lord, are you alright? Want to rest? Ling'er heard Minghua's cough and secretly scolded herself for forgetting her play.

"County Lord, it's all our family. Let's take a break at a tea shop. Anchang Temple said flatteringly, he didn't know how many times he had been to this Jade Lake City with the holy car, so he naturally didn't think so, and he was tired after walking with him for so long.

"It's good!" Minghua let his body lean on Ling'er, making a weak and tired appearance.

"Look, there's a teahouse in front!" Ling'er helped Minghua to the door of the teahouse, looked up, and saw that the three words "Juxiantang" were vigorous and powerful, and the iron painted silver hook.

Minghua looked up at these three words, held back the tears gushing out, and praised softly: "It's a good word!" ”

The Anchang Temple next to him was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat when Ling'er exclaimed, and saw that Minghua seemed to be attracted by the words, so he reluctantly stepped forward to remind: "The county lord has never come, but I don't know." This Juxian Hall was built by Situ Jing, the former king of sin. The saint has already deliberately demolished this church, county lord, let's leave quickly! ”

"Oh? Why is that? If it is to be demolished, why is it still preserved to this day? Minghua held back his trembling, clenched his fists quietly, and asked weakly.

"It's Yun Ershao. Three years ago, when the Holy Superior Hall was discussed, it was said that the Juxian Hall would be demolished, and Yun Ershao heard the words and ran to the front of the temple to sprinkle and roll, and the Holy Upper Hall was not allowed to be demolished. The saint remembers his loyalty and martyrdom, and there are only two single seedlings left in the Protector Mansion, and they can't bear to be investigated. Who would have expected that this matter would lead to the joint advice of Confucian scholars all over the world, and even Mr. Liu, who was at home from a recuperation, was shocked, and came forward to say that Juxiantang was originally to bring together talents from all over the world to serve the imperial court, and it had nothing to do with its founder. Anjoji said in a trembling voice.

Only those of them who are close to the temple know how much fire there was in the saint after retreating from the pilgrimage, and the porcelain in the imperial study was about to be smashed.

Minghua blinked, dispelled the tears that were about to overflow between his eyes, and said curiously: "The world's talents? What a big breath. The lord of this county should go in and see how talented they are? ”

"County Lord! My little ancestor! It's all men, you're a daughter, how can you get in? Let's go somewhere else for tea! "Anchang Temple is dying, if you let the saint know, don't want his little life!

Minghua also knew that he couldn't go in openly, but he was still unwilling. She knew about this place when she was a child, but she never went inside. One is that she was very naughty when she was young, and the other is that she is a daughter's house, and her father does not allow her to enter.

Ling'er helped Minghua and looked at Minghua's face as calm as usual, but she knew that the county lord of her family was sad, and she saw the suffocating despair in Minghua's eyes.

"Anjoji, the county lord's health is dying!" Ling'er pretended to be very difficult to support Minghua, and said to Anchang Temple.

Minghua's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Ling'er gratefully, leaned on Ling'er, and handed over his weight to her.