After Feng Ling returned to Luming Garden, he couldn't help but whisper this strange incident to Xing Ye, and Xing Ye immediately said that he had guessed well, it must be because Feng Ling wore the dress prepared for Princess Runan, which attracted the soul back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Further down, Xingye talked about drinking talisman water to ward off evil spirits, and the wind spirit stopped mentioning it.

In a few days, the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15 is approaching, and Xingye will put aside the matter of drinking Fu Shui, and talk about the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. When there was no one, he chattered about going to the Mid-Autumn Festival to lay the geese by the Longshou Canal with the wind spirit, and lamented the twists and turns of the marriage between the wind spirit and the delay, and the words and dramas in the restaurant and teahouse could not be compared.

The wind spirit has not been delayed for a long time, and that day in the alleyway, he taught him to pinch out two bruises on his shoulder, which have long since faded. She subconsciously touched her shoulder, wondering if Fu Yanyan had forgiven her.

Xingye pouted from the side: "If the lady begs the saint to go out of the palace to watch the lanterns on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she can have the opportunity to go back and watch." After the Mid-Autumn Festival, we should go to Cuiwei Palace with the holy car, this time, I don't know when we will be able to return. ”

Feng Ling was silent, and secretly stored this thought in his heart, but he was oscillating between wanting to see him and fearing that he would not forgive, and he couldn't make up his mind.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Ling couldn't hold back his thoughts after all, and when he saw that Li Shimin was in a good mood, he told him that he wanted to leave the palace, and there was no curfew for the Mid-Autumn Festival overnight, and he would return to the palace before the fourth watch.

Li Shimin promised and said with a smile: "The lantern festival of the Mid-Autumn Festival is different from the Yuan Day, and it is mostly to pray for a good marriage, is it possible that you have already decided on the person you like?" ”

Feng Ling smiled silently, and Li Shimin said again: "Are you twenty-two this year?" But I'm not too young, but you're always with me in this boring and boring place, and I'm delaying you. ”

There was a genuine apology between his words, Feng Ling secretly felt that this was an opportunity, and he was not in the palace after all, so he couldn't always be in the palace without knowing everything, so he took advantage of this to deliberately mention the words of leaving the palace, and in the future, he brought down the Liu family, and went out justifiably.

"The saint doesn't say this kind of foreign words, how can the wind spirit be virtuous, the saint treats him like his own child, and he can't suffer this kind of grace in vain. Feng Ling has the will to make some returns, if it is a man's body, he will wear armor for the saint to open up the territory, and give birth to a daughter, but this is not possible, fortunately, he can also do his best for the saint's tax merchant strategy, and it must be done properly, before he will go out of the palace. ”

Li Shimin was silent, he probably never thought that someone would put on a splash of wealth and nobility, and he was clearly a first-class person in front of the holy car, but he was willing to put his hand away and go back to the market to be an ordinary good citizen.

"If you are born a man, I will say that I can't let you out, I must force you to stay in Shangshu Province and be my minister of the humerus of the Tang Dynasty." Li Shimin smiled noncommittally, and pointed to the side of the Sanqing Palace: "A hundred years later, it is enough to hang a portrait in the Lingyan Pavilion." ”

Where did Feng Ling know what the Lingyan Pavilion was, and he didn't think so, but Ah Sheng was very surprised, and deliberately said to Feng Ling: "Gu Niangzi probably doesn't know what kind of place Lingyan Pavilion is, you must know that since the founding of our Tang Dynasty, there are only sixteen people who can store treasures on that small pavilion after a hundred years." ”

"Only sixteen? How much merit does that deserve this honor? Feng Ling stammered.

Li Shimin walked on crutches and slowly walked a few steps forward: "The autumn colors are very good, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, but I haven't looked at those old people for a long time, just go to the pavilion for a walk." ”

Ah Sheng bowed down and agreed, and said casually: "It just so happens that the embroidered statue of Liang Guogong was only hung two days ago. ”

Feng Ling originally thought that Ling Yan Pavilion should be the place where the fireworks were unaware and the worship was continuous, as solemn as the treasure hall of the Great Temple. When she bypassed the Sanqing Hall and walked a little way on the quiet and light-sheltered flower path, Lingyan Pavilion was really disappointed when she appeared in front of her.

Such a prestigious place, so important in the hearts of the saints, is just a very ordinary small pavilion, no incense worship, no one sprinkles and sweeps, the courtyard has fallen yellow leaves, but this Daxing Palace is a rare quiet place.

The old inner supervisor guarding the Lingyan Pavilion was quite surprised when he got Ah Sheng's report, and he limped over to greet him, and hurriedly went to open the copper lock on the pavilion. He remembered that the last time the saint came to this Lingyan Pavilion was Zhenguan for 17 years, that year he killed Hou Junji, who instigated Prince Yin to usurp the throne, and the saint was extremely angry, and threw down a sentence "I am not going to Lingyan Pavilion again", and since then I have never seen the saint come, counting the days, there must be five years of cold and summer.

Although the pavilion looks inconspicuous, it is spotlessly cleaned. Ah Sheng said to the wind spirit in a low voice: "The offerings in it are all the fathers and ministers who were born and died on the battlefield with the saints in the past, and the saints are not allowed to make noise on weekdays, for fear of disturbing the rest of the heroic spirits, and even the palace people are worthy of a small number of internal supervisors, leaving only one person here to sweep and guard." ”

Feng Ling and Ah Sheng supported Li Shimin to climb the wooden staircase of "squeak and quack", thanks to the fact that there are no outsiders visiting and disturbing this place on weekdays, if there are more people walking, I am afraid that this wooden ladder may not be able to withstand it.

The pavilion was empty, with paintings hanging on the walls, each life-size, and nothing but paintings. Because of the infrequent visits, the window panels on all four sides were closed, and only a faint light penetrated through the gaps between the wooden window pages.

As soon as Li Shimin went to the pavilion, he first asked where the embroidered statue of Xuanling in the Liang Guogong House was hanging, and the old internal supervisor who followed him hurriedly led him to the embroidered statue. Feng Ling squinted and looked at the portrait carefully, she had never seen Liang Guogong himself, just looking at the portrait and praising it in her heart.

The brushstrokes are meticulous and clear, the eyes are full of energy, the robe is flowing, and the scarf and hat crown are like a new bundle of hair. The wind spirit didn't dare to blink, for fear that if he blinked, the man would get down from the portrait and run away.

Li Shimin stood silently for a while, and sighed for a long time, muttering as if to himself: "You are all gone one by one, only I am here to erect a statue for you, and now I have erected sixteen of them, and there are still eight left, and I don't know if I can survive the day when the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion are hung." In the past, I will achieve a great cause with you, and on the day I see you again, I will tell you about the situation of the Tang Dynasty now, and comment on the world of Zhenguan, which will not lose most of your life. ”

After saying a word, Li Shimin walked away from the portrait of Fang Gong, turned to the other end of the pavilion, and looked up from the first one, but the position of the first painting was empty, he still stood there, and said to Feng Ling: "This place is left to Zhao Guogong, he was my friend of cloth clothes, and he is Wende's brother, and the prince will have to rely on him more in the future." ”

A few more steps forward, and the second portrait looked like it had already been hung. "This is the king of Hejian, the son of my Li family's clan, it should be counted as my cousin, after the Jinyang army was raised in the past, the south of the Yangtze River was collected by him. It's a pity that after the establishment of the dynasty, he hung up his armor and refused to lead the troops to the battle, but Yu Ayan had the grace of knowing him, and he was recommended several times by the court, and he was very appreciative. ”