None of this has anything to do with Mingzhu, at least that's what she thinks.

Prince Yu's death made the whole city a lot quieter, and the most noisy magnates were also holding their tails at home at this time. After all, there are only a few Manchurian aristocrats, and decades of marriage and marriage have long been inextricably linked to each other.

Even Kangxi Ye followed Ru Zhai in plain clothes, and now who dares to commit crimes against the wind.

While everyone was closing the door, Mingzhu took Eniang and just slipped out of the capital together.

Recently, there have been many happy events in the family, Mingzhu's network can make money, and Antai has not gone out to make trouble anymore, and even was notified of her critical illness by the doctor, and Mrs. Wuya, who has been staying up for a day, is getting better day by day.

This is not the abnormal illusion of returning to the light, but it is really getting better day by day, with new beliefs in my heart and hope, my body will naturally get better.

Lady Uya felt that these were all prayers for Mingzhu when she was critically ill, and her prayers were received by the gods of heaven. Now that Guanyin Bodhisattva Buddha has appeared to help her, Mrs. Wu Ya decided to go out and make a vow in the temple.

There are many temples around the capital, some of which are full of incense, which enshrine the monks who have been received by Kangxi Ye, and some of them do not see a few people to incense for a year, and their main function is to contain the abandoned women of those dignitaries and nobles in Beijing, or widows, concubines, such as ladies and the like.

Mingzhu and his entourage picked the Huangjue Temple, which has the most incense in the suburbs of Beijing. It is said that Master Hui in it was once received by Kangxi. Talk to him all night.

The bodhisattvas in the temple are very good, and it is said that even people from the south will come here to offer incense. The marriage sign here is extremely popular, the temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a comfort ice lake in front of it, which is rippling in the microwave and is full of lotus flowers, and now is the time for the flower bones to emerge. Behind it is a hill with excellent scenery, so it has become a holy place for the nobles of the city to come here for relaxation and recreation.

Mingzhu just hired a donkey cart, and the old quilt that had been laid on the cart was thick, soft, and Mrs. Wuya and her party sat on it, which was very comfortable. This is also in line with the positioning of the Wuya family by outsiders.

It was Antai who pulled the cart, and as a big man with a height of about one meter nine, he controlled the handsome and unruly little donkey very lightly. Seeing it bared its teeth and grinned in obedience, Mingzhu's anger at almost being kicked by the donkey vanished.

Mingzhu leaned on Eniang's body, and the oncoming wind made the little face tense, but out of the capital, what I saw was no longer the rigor and solemnity of the city, and the countryside scenery could really broaden my mind and relieve my boredom.

This made the whole family quite interested.

Along the way, accompanied by the chirping words of Mingzhu and the echo of Antai, Huangjue Temple appeared in front of you.

The stairs that descend from the mountain are lined with colorful stalls, incense sticks, puppets, and a group of fortune-telling demi-immortals.

After depositing the donkey cart and paying half of the fee, Mingzhu helped Mrs. Wuya, and Antai walked into the temple with a big bamboo basket. As Mingzhu expected, the fasting rice on the mountain was a bit expensive, so Mingzhu prepared a lot of food at home.

The smell of incense in the temple is so strong that the pearl can't breathe. This body, Mingzhu also recently discovered, she has a slight respiratory disease, but this is not particular here. Only those who are powerful can pay attention to it, and in the case of the poor, it is hypocrisy. Mingzhu can only pay a little attention.

After patiently putting on a stick of incense, Mingzhu casually made an excuse, took the vegetable basket and turned away.

Out of that yard, smelling the fresh smell of nature in the air, I suddenly felt a new life.

On the right is the Bing Lake, looking at the crowded scene, Mingzhu resolutely walked to the back mountain.

The back mountain is a forest path, zigzag in the shadow of the sun to lead away, I don't know how far and near, but it looks quite attractive. Mingzhu strolled casually, thinking that he would have to meet with Eniang and them in a while, so he only walked to one end of the boulder and stopped.

The height and shape of the rock made Mingzhu feel the urge to climb up, and she did. Put the basket in a place where it will not be knocked over, divide it by two, and the pearl will climb to the top, stand on it and look, you can only see the high and low canopy of the mountain, there are pine trees, there are cypress trees, and there are common mulberry locust trees. It's such a great place to meditate. Standing here really refreshing and cheerful, inhaling a breath of extremely clear and cold air, feeling the gas wandering around in his chest, Mingzhu roared into the distance.

"Ah~~~~~~~ how are you? Big mountains? ”

After speaking, I felt that I was extremely hypocritical, and I had a kind of hypocrisy of literary and artistic youth. Fortunately, there was no sentence "Ah~~ that thick green that can't be dissolved~~~"

He smirked, but shouting out like this swept away the depression that Mingzhu had accumulated for two months. There is a feeling of rejuvenation.

Since you have come to this strange place, it is better to start your journey again.

Kneeling down with unprecedented piety, Mingzhu closed her eyes and folded her palms to the sky without thinking, "May my mother no longer worry, may my brother recover soon, and may our family be safe and happy." After thinking about it, Mingzhu added another sentence, "Well, I also wish Sibeile peace and security, and no longer worry Eniang." That's all for now. ”

Piggybacking on the matter, Mingzhu also sincerely wishes that Sibeile is well, otherwise Eniang doesn't know how many tears of worry will be shed.

In the eyes of outsiders, I am afraid that I am miserable and miserable, but I don't know that I am living a life like a floating cloud at this time. Lying on the boulder, Mingzhu hummed a song with Erlang's legs crossed, looking in a very good mood.

Under the shadow of the mountain rocks, the thirteenth master turned his head curiously to look at the fourth brother with a cold face beside him. A look of interest. This little girl actually knew the fourth brother, and she was so honest to help pray for blessings. There must be a story in this, what to do? I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare~~~

The tree is covered with dry pine leaves, which rustle when stepped on. It sounds itchy and crispy, and it itches all the way to the heart.

Four Baylor waved his finger and instructed.

"Go check it out."

The legs exposed in the sun were sore from the sun, and Mingzhu, who was hiding in the shade, looked at the approximate hour, and they should have almost incense all the Bodhisattvas in the temple (embarrassment!). Will the Bodhisattva really like this way of casting a wide net? ）。 Mingzhu briskly turned over and got down the rock, and trotted over to the agreed place with the basket, leaving a series of messy footprints.

"Where did you go? I thought you were here a long time ago, but we waited for a long time and didn't see anyone, so I'm really worried about you. E-Niang looked at the little daughter who ran closer, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads on her head, and her daughter's little face was flushed, with the good look that a child should have. After this period of conditioning, Mingzhu's whole person seems to have been reborn, her complexion has improved, and she has grown taller. The originally thin little face was also filled with flesh. It's just that from the delicate eyebrows and eyes, it can be seen that it is a little beauty.

Mrs. Wu Ya looked at the slim little daughter who had already fallen out with a relieved expression. The heart is full of joy.

The girl doesn't look like her, nor like herself, but like her aunt who died, and Mrs. Wuya saw her aunt when she was a child, she is the most beautiful girl in the family, and she is also the most miserable. Although it is just a word in the play, it is very appropriate to describe my aunt and grandmother.

"Eniang, come and sit down, we're going to eat something delicious." Mingzhu stepped forward to help Eniang walk to the piece of blue cotton cloth spread under the tree. It also interrupted her worries.

"Okay, E-Niang, let's see what you prepared for the morning." Putting aside the worries in her heart, Mrs. Wuya walked over obediently, with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of her mouth.

What's delicious? Hehe~~~~ As a female * silk from an era of information explosion and Korean drama boom, how could she not do some tricky things.

Mingzhu makes all the food that is easy to carry.

Rice balls with cold mustard, and a large stack of white Ji Bao, next to which is a jar of sealed stewed meat, which is the ingredient for making meat sandwich buns. A simple sandwich with fried steamed buns sandwiched between fried eggs and lettuce leaves, and sauced beef bought from Xizhimen.

Tofu 1,000 rolls of fritters, leftover rice pancakes, shredded meat burritos, and a few freshly baked spring cakes, with red, green, and green shredded vegetables exposed at the edges, look particularly beautiful.

Finally, there is a large pot of small ground soy milk.

It's all about food that's easy to carry.

A blanket was scattered around. In addition, the pearl buys sweet and sour wild mountain fruits from the foot of the mountain. It looks extraordinarily hearty.

Looking at the pile of food in front of her, Mingzhu was very curious about how she had just carried it up the mountain and how she had brought it down.

The location of the Mingzhu picnic is very clever, it is a small open space surrounded by large rocks on the edge of the temple, and a large tree hugged by one person stretches quietly here, next to the cliff. As far as the eye can see, the lake is separated by a few tree tops.

Quiet, beautiful and undisturbed, it can make the whole family enjoy a hearty picnic.

However, reality is always different from imagination. As soon as Mingzhu picked up a rice ball and nibbled on it, he heard a rustling of footsteps, as if there were many people, but they were not so messy walking here.

Mingzhu looked at the entrance inexplicably, and what caught his eyes was a very deep black.