Chapter 192: For Vegetarian Fasting

Xu Yanshan obviously noticed Hua Qing's strange appearance, and looked at the crowd that was still surrounded by water just now, and also fell silent. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

What's written on the blank paper? It's hard to buy a painting. Why do people surround the incense again and again? It's not that Feng Xiang is really captivating the country and the city, and it's so beautiful that it's out of control, but the stall set up by Feng Xiang, 'it's hard to buy a painting'. Think about it, what kind of painting can't even be bought for a thousand dollars? If you look closely, there are only pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, and there are no portraits, which shows that Feng Xiang said that one of his paintings even wants to be bought. If it is a handwritten painting of the ancients, it is understandable that the scroll is difficult to buy. But how old is Feng Xiang, who would believe it if he boasted of such a Haikou? It is even more unbelievable that a painting is difficult to buy, and no one will think that she is a swindler. That's why so many people surrounded her.

"Xiaoxiang." Feng Xiang, who was half-lying on the chair, saw that the beautiful eyes of the master and servant not far away suddenly lit up, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and shouted at him.

The big man standing behind Feng Xiang frowned slightly, uneducated.

And the people who hadn't gone far stopped when they heard Feng Xiang's loud call without an image, and curiously turned their eyes to Xiaoxiang who was stopped by Feng Xiang. At this glance, most of the people recognized Xu Yanshan's identity, and simply stopped, intending to see what would happen between the barbaric girl and the gossip girl.

Hearing someone call herself, Xu Yanshan's steps paused, without any doubt that the other party had called the wrong person, and looked at the source of the voice with suspicious eyes, frowning slightly, she remembered that she had a grudge against this woman.

Feng Xiang put the fruit bowl on his chest on the table, and couldn't help but run towards Xu Yanshan. After a while, Feng Xiang stood in front of Xu Yanshan with a smile on his face, and said, "Are you going up the mountain?" ”

"Hmm." Xu Yanshan also smiled slightly, and replied softly, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the other party's gourd.

Feng Xiang blinked, and the smile on his face became stronger, "Then let's go to Puzhao Temple together, it shouldn't be far away." ”

Xu Yanshan was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand why Feng Xiang said such a thing, and why she was so friendly to her. She subconsciously opened her mouth and planned to refuse, "There are other things in the slave family, the princess should find someone else." ”

"Let's go together, I heard that the incense in Puzhao Temple is very strong, isn't it very spiritual to make a wish? I heard that Puzhao Temple is very fun. But I'm here alone now, helpless, and with no one I know. Brother Crown Prince doesn't have time to accompany me at all" Saying this, Feng Xiang's face showed a lonely look, "You should accompany me." ”

Xu Yanshan's gaze swept towards the big man behind Feng Xiang, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. In fact, she wanted to say, girl, do we know each other very well? This is the second time to take a photo, not to mention the first time. But when Xu Yanshan saw that the lonely look on Feng Xiang's face did not look like a fake, her heart moved, knowing that this was Feng Xiang's pretend, but the ghost made the god agree, "Okay, but the princess shouldn't be embarrassed for me anymore, right?" ”

Wu, the lonely color on Feng Xiang's face disappeared in an instant, a smile appeared on his face again, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes. actually affectionately grabbed Mu Xiluo's arm, looking like a friend for many years. "No, no, I have to apologize to you, I was wrong last time, and I hope you don't hate me."

What Feng Xiang said was true, Feng Yu was angry with her for the first time after she went back last time, and it was then that she knew that Xiaoxiang was kind to her second brother, and she liked Xiao Rusheng, but this woman was already Princess Jing, and there was no obstacle for her.

Xu Yanshan was skeptical, but in the face of others' initiatives, Xu Yanshan was still embarrassed to refuse. "Then let's go! At this time, we departed to Puzhao Temple just in time for lunch. ”

"Did you go to Puzhao Temple for lunch?" Xu Yanshan was a little uncomfortable with being held by Feng Xiang, her body was slightly tense, and the tip of her nose lingered with her unfamiliar breath, and she subconsciously wanted to reject it.

"Yes. Vegetarian food, this princess has never eaten vegetarian food, and she has seen it for a long time. Feng Xiang smiled after saying it, pretending to be from a poor country.

Xu Yanshan smiled slightly, and pushed away Feng Xiang's hand without a trace, "You are so interesting." ”

"Alas, Xiaoxiang, you still have to pull up the bangs on your forehead to be more beautiful." Feng Xiang walked side by side with Xu Yanshan unexpectedly, and said with a smile as soon as the conversation changed.

At this time, Xu Yanshan's face was a little unnatural, and the pace of moving forward involuntarily slowed down a little. If she could, she really wanted to stay away from the woman in front of her.

Just now, she and Feng Xiang came to the gate of Puzhao Temple. Feng Xiang rushed into the temple and begged a monk for lunch, but the little monk made a Buddhist salute and said leisurely, "Donor, it's past lunchtime." Feng Xiang was stunned, of course, it was impossible to give up her determination to eat vegetarian fasting, and she stubbornly asked the little monk to prepare a lunch for her, but the temple has strict rules, and she can't do anything at any time, more than half a second. The little monk was a little helpless when entangled, and finally fled in the wilderness......

The incense of Puzhao Temple is prosperous, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims, and the actions of the incense and the little monk are all seen by the pilgrims, and the pilgrims keep pointing at them. The most jaw-dropping thing for Xu Yanshan was that after the little monk fled in the wilderness, Feng Xiang swaggered to the side of the altar in the temple, grabbed the apple on the altar and sent it directly to his mouth, and kept muttering to himself, as if he was complaining about something. Before the pilgrims and the old monk could react, Feng Xiang took a bite of the apple and swaggered away.

The woman walking in front of Xu Yanshan obviously didn't notice this, and stopped automatically after noticing Xu Yanshan's slow pace. Turning his cheeks sideways and looking at Xu Yanshan, her pretty jade face was full of impatience, and she kept complaining, "Xiaoxiang, can you hurry up, everyone's beautiful light lotus steps are not as slow as you!" Take a step, stop a step, people who don't know still think you're a sick seedling. ”

Xu Yanshan's face was a little ruddy, even if her face was covered with a thick layer of powder, she couldn't hide the ruddyness, and she looked a little weak. After hearing Feng Xiang's words, Xu Yanshan's face suddenly became cloudy, but it was fleeting, and it was so fast that it was difficult to notice. "The princess is really joking, the slave family's body is indeed weaker than ordinary women. And like today, it is the first time to walk such a long distance, and the pace is a little slow, and I hope the girl will be considerate. Xu Yanshan pondered for a moment and said to Feng Xiang with a smile. The difference in Xiaoxiang's physique really can't be hidden, others can find that her physique is worse than ordinary people after a little closer look, and deliberately concealing it may arouse the suspicion of others, so it is better to say it frankly and avoid some unnecessary trouble.

And Bing, who had been secretly following behind Xu Yanshan, changed his previous dissatisfaction, and followed behind Xu Yanshan silently, as if he had something on his mind. (To be continued.) )