There is an eight-story tower in the Temple of All Nations, and if you stand on the top floor and look out, you can see the whole of the Temple. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mu Xuanlong leaned over the railing outside the eighth floor, and a pair of falcon-like sharp eyes were scanning the crowd of people coming and going below, as if he was looking for something.

A black fur collar cloak was placed on his shoulders, and the dark blue robe with dark embroidered patterns could be seen inside, which made him tall and well-proportioned, without a little excess fat. The jet-black hair was fixed with a jade crown, and the cold wind was raging, but no trace of hair was messy, and only occasionally the Xianglong pattern embroidered on his neckline could be seen, showing the nobility and extraordinaryness of his status.

Copper wind chimes hung on the high cornices at the four corners of the roof, swaying back and forth in the cold wind, jingling bells.

This crisp sound attracted Mu Feiyang's attention, he looked up, and suddenly felt that this wind chime was so sad.

All year round, no matter how the wind blows, it is trapped on this high eaves, struggling in every way but never free, just like its life, no matter what, it can't be at ease! In this case, he can only fight hard to win the supreme position.

The road is more and more lonely, and it is also more and more restricted.

"Your Highness, the carriage from the Marquis of Anguo's Mansion has arrived."

Luo Li reminded him in a whisper, and he paid attention to it, and the softness in Fang Cai's eyes disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed. The cold wind is still blowing, and the wind chimes are still ringing, but they can no longer enter his ears, let alone his heart!

In front of Wanguo Temple, the carriages of the Marquis of Anguo stopped one by one, and Xia Xue'er got out of the third car and was helped down the ladder by the maid. Mu Feiyang always stood on the eight-story tower and did not move. From here, the people below were all shrunk, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but he still recognized her at a glance, and some of them had unique temperaments. And she seemed to be shining brightly.

At the same time, she was also noticed by a man in a crimson shirt standing under a big tree on the side of the road with his fists clenched.

The people of the Marquis of Anguo Mansion all got out of the carriage and were led by the little novice in the temple towards the main hall. Xia Xue'er was by her mother's side, only to feel a hot gaze on her back, and a sense of familiarity arose, but she never looked back after all. Only follow the little novice who leads the way through the crowd.

After burning incense and praying for blessings, it was already noon.

Coming out of the hall, the host made a Buddhist salute to Xia Xue'er and his party, and said: "This temple has prepared a resting place and a meal for all the donors, and please go with the disciples." ”

The old lady folded her hands together and saluted, "I'm tired." ”

Then another young novice came to lead the way, "Donor this way." ”

Wanguo Temple is built on the mountain, covers an area of hundreds of acres, and there are forty or fifty Zen rooms prepared for distinguished guests, divided into different courtyards. Staying in the temple for one night is a habit of the Marquis of Anguo Mansion for many years.

There is a lotus pond in the mountain behind Wanguo Temple, which is a small pond formed naturally, and then expanded into today's scale after artificially digging the mountain, but it has a history of one or two hundred years ago. This pond is leaning on one side of the mountain, and the other side is against the cliff, even if it is not the time when the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom in midsummer, it can be regarded as a superb beauty!

This place is also hidden by mountains, so few people know about this wonder, and she only knew about and liked it when Murong Zetao brought her here.

In such a lively day, it is also a rare place of purity.

Xia Xue'er stood alone on the edge of the pool, half-tilting her head to look at the mountain on the other side of the pool, the excavation was not smooth, and there were even rocky places, but even so, it was still engraved with Sanskrit, but Xia Xue'er didn't know what kind of scripture it was, and heard Murong say that this was a volume of Pure Heart Sutra.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Xia Xue'er smiled slightly, did not turn her head, but opened her thin lips lightly, and said, "Coming?" Apparently she knew who was coming.

"Well, here we are."

The man's magnetic voice came out with the wind, melting into the pool of clear water rippling in the cold wind.

She stood with her back to him, her head half tilted, her jet-black shiny hair picked up and made a hairstyle, except for the exquisite step that had been exquisite, there was no gorgeous bead decoration, and the rest of the hair was spread out and draped, long to the waist, beautiful and elegant.

The white skirt of her floor-length dress was embroidered with blue butterflies, and the wind blew the hem of her skirt as if it were alive, dancing. On top of this, she did not wear a long cloak or cloak that could wrap her, but put on a brocade Suzhou embroidered milky white pattern of aqua blue cotton shawl, which made her figure even more slender and tall.

Xia Xue'er turned to look at him, it was still a scarlet robe he loved, as flamboyant as his personality, her eyes fell on his waist, next to the magatama was a dark red sachet, on that sachet, she embroidered it with stitches and threads last year, and he had been wearing it.

My heart is warm, does this mean that he still treats her as a sister?

Murong Zetao held a sword in one hand and put the other behind his back, hesitated for a moment, walked towards her, a smile appeared on his face, he didn't know how to speak, but two words popped out: "What a coincidence......"

"yes, what a coincidence."

Xia Xue'er smiled back, and then looked up at the words on the mountain wall.

She knew in her heart that this was not a coincidence. The gaze when he first got out of the carriage was so familiar.

Murong Zetao also raised his eyes with her, the Sanskrit was a little sloppy, but he could recognize it, after hundreds of years of wind and rain, not only did it not wear and corrode, but it was even more profound!

"Recognize now?"

"I don't know", Xia Xue'er shook her head slightly, and then added: "Even if you don't know each other, you feel peaceful just looking at it." ”

Murong Zetao smiled slightly, recalling the scene when the two first met and those happy memories in the past, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, "You have always been so calm as water. ”

Xia Xue'er didn't reply, the smile on the corner of her eyes and eyebrows was very gentle.

"The wedding is scheduled for March, and you're coming, right?" Finally spoken.

After Murong Zetao finished saying this, a pair of eyes stared at her sideways, feeling a little uneasy, and he didn't know what he was expecting, or rather, what he was afraid of.

I can't help but ask myself, is it really just that she is a sister?

Wedding?

Xia Xue'er was stunned for a moment in her heart, and then a warm current rushed into her limbs, her face was as bright as a spring smile, she turned sideways, half-tilted her head, and looked at his eyebrows.

"Is there a younger brother who doesn't attend my sister's wedding? Besides, I'm also the bride's cousin! ”

The smile on the corner of Murong Zetao's mouth stiffened for a second, and for some reason, looking at her full of joy, he felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.

She really only thinks of him as an older brother. (To be continued.) )