After all, she couldn't give all the details of Li Hailan to Lou Yun.

Li Hailan and Ji Chenlong are different.

She didn't plan to go back to the Great Song Dynasty to seek officials.

Ji Qingchen was worried about Li Hailan at this time, and he didn't know what she wanted.

On the other hand, she can only rejoice that because Li Hailan has a close relationship with Erlang, she is actually not very familiar with the Tangfang Workshop.

She didn't even know the firearms diagram.

But......

Lou Yun saw that she wanted to speak and stopped, so she didn't have to press her to say it.

He smiled and took her to the side hall to see the Buddha statue to relax.

It was natural for her to be worried about Erlang, and he was still thinking about finding a way to persuade her not to go to Jinguo.

It's too dangerous.

He wasn't at ease.

Walking out of the main hall, she and he sat side by side under the side corridor to admire the pavilions on both sides.

Under the Buddha lamp in the corridor, there are inevitably Khitans, Jurchen merchants, and even Goryeo people from the state who bring their female dependents to participate in the Buddhist meeting in the border state.

Most of these people wore Song costumes, and some wore gold silk and brocade exotic costumes with tight sleeves.

The hairstyle of the Khitans was different from that of the Jurchens, and the men shaved their heads, leaving two rubs of hair above the ears and knotting small petals.

The most eye-catching thing on the woman's body is naturally the rough gold jewelry decorated with precious stones.

When she saw that there were gorgeously dressed, she couldn't help but look twice.

He can naturally whisper to her that so-and-so is a giant businessman in Jiangbei Yuchang.

So-and-so is also the head of the Khitan reformers in the state city.

Then he had to walk in the shadow of the lamp, so as not to be discovered by acquaintances, which naturally provoked her to cover her lips and smile.

She stared at him silently.

Lou Yun immediately became uneasy, thinking that she probably didn't like him to be so cautious.

He hurriedly walked out and walked side by side with her in the shadow of the lamp.

Thinking about it, after all, there are few old Song clans in Shanyang City, even if the foreigners find him and her wandering alone, they themselves are not shy about it, where will they gossip about her behind their backs?

He hid in the shadow of the lamp, telling her to think that he was deliberately hiding the pursuit of her desire to marry her, which was really bad.

Ji Qingchen didn't think about this.

She looked at him just now because this Buddha would remind her of the past in the Mazu Temple.

She had also seen his vague figure in the distance of the main hall among the Yiren foreign tribes in various places.

It's so far away.

Now it's so close.

Later, they met again and again, but in the end, it was a mistake, and there was no such fate that did not need to think much about walking side by side.

Lou Yun felt the tenderness in her eyes, and her heart fluttered.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one left and right, he wanted to take her hand.

However, as soon as his hand was raised, he first untied his brocade cloak and put another layer over her dress.

With four eyes facing each other, he personally tied the cloak tie for her and tied a delicate wishful knot.

As she bit her lip and smiled, he was satisfied, and smiled and pointed to the shadow of the flower on the wall outside the hall.

"Oh, there's plum blossoms there, can you go see them?"

He secretly advised himself not to be in a hurry.

If she thinks he's a lustful disciple, she's going to die.

Although there is still winter plum blooming in the cold wind outside the city, the plum blossoms in the city have already been thanked.

The red spring plum of the post house stretches diagonally from the wall and enters the back garden wall of Qinglong Temple.

There are many people watching the plum, and the men and women walk slowly under the wall, looking up at the endless bright red plum wall.

The people of Bianzhou are simple, and from time to time, children run past them with a smile and a smile on their hands.

She leaned on the icy wall and looked at several beautiful plum branches.

Seeing that she liked it, he reached out and folded a well-born short plum and handed it to her.

She laughed, looked at Mei left and right for a while, and suddenly held Mei Zhi to her chest and compared, and looked at him with an inquiring look in her eyes.

He was puzzled at first, and then immediately tilted his head to look at her who was hugging Mei, and shook his head.

He draped her in a thick brocade cloak of dark blue and black, and she held the red plum, which was not as bright as it was.

The beauty style of carrying plum and snow is not suitable.

Ji Qingchen was slightly stunned, hesitated slightly, she compared the short plum to her bun, and looked at him again.

Lou Yun looked at it carefully and nodded hurriedly.

She wore a cross bun and only two or three delicate silver hairpins, obviously preparing for the early spring dress of hairpins.

The red plum hairpin is just right.

This is the artistic conception of the beautiful hairpin flower to welcome spring, isn't it?

He deeply felt that he and Ji Qingchen's aesthetic taste coincided, and they were indeed a natural pair.

He smiled and reached out and took the short plum branch from her hand.

He folded off the best-looking ones, and carefully pinned them between her black hair.

Ji Qingchen raised his hand and stroked it, pursed his lips and smiled to thank him, and then looked at the stump in his hand.

Lou Yun didn't need to think much about it at all, and put the plum branch on his hat with his backhand.

The habit of the Song people, men's hairpins is a popular custom in Shishu, and the young farmers who carry vegetables into the city in the spring must tie a few fresh butter cauliflower flowers on the hair knot.

He took her hand and swaggered together to continue looking at Mei.

She couldn't help but laugh and bend over.

Although she often sees such customs in the capital, she still finds it interesting.

Especially Lou Yun.

Lou Yun didn't know what she was laughing at, but as long as she held her hand, she would naturally spend as long as she wanted.

Stop-and-go, joking.

From time to time, you can see an old plum branch in front of you like a snake twisting and turning, bending down from the side of the wall, straight to the corner of the Qinglong Temple.

From it, countless branches of red plums actually grow, climbing the ice flower stone window on the wall.

There are monks who are clever, and they cut down some dried plums a few years ago, and set up a plum blossom stand on the side of the wall under this old plum, and sure enough, from the side of the wall, they attracted layers of spring plum branches.

They are in full bloom on the shelves like pavilion lids, and they have also become a scene of Qinglong Temple.

Seeing her smile under the moonlight light, she stopped under the flower stand and looked up in a circle, as cute as Erbai and Sibai.

Lou Yun only felt that he was stepping on the floating clouds.

From the first time they met, he had been waiting for three years, and he was so satisfied that he was about to float.

The regret, patience, grievance, loneliness and even anger of the past seem to have turned into calm and joy after precipitation.

He felt that he should really write another thank you letter to Xie Thirteen, who was out of tune.

This guy is not good at anything else, he is not as good as Wang Shiqiang to make money, he is not as good as Lou Yun as an official, and his painting skills are simply the teaching of Master Kongming.

Not to mention the discipline of being a person, he doesn't look like a member of the Xie family at all.

But when it comes to knowing Ji Qingchen's temperament, Xie Shisan is too good.

He was also very aware of his Lou Yun's temperament.

She and Chen Wenchang are in pairs, but he would rather leave far away and not see it at all.

As long as he doesn't see it, he can think of her as if she was just busy doing business alone.

What she likes has always been him Lou Yun.

Enduring those months in the capital is already his limit.

Thinking of this, he peeked at Ji Qingchen, and thought sourly in his heart:

I don't know if she still thinks of Chen Wenchang.

She was worried like that just now, it must be for Erlang, not for Chen Wenchang, right? R1152