"This is the spice we bought in your country." Sai said with a smile on his face.

The doorkeeper circled the carriage with a straight face, lifted the scabbard and knocked on the wall of the altar from time to time, stopped, pointed to an altar, and said, "Open it." ”

"My lord, it's easy to get damp on rainy days, and it's not easy to store it when it's opened." There was a hint of pleading in Sai Sera's tone.

"Open" the gatekeeper did not allow him to say.

Sai Shi sighed, glanced at the people around him, and immediately someone stepped forward to open the mouth of the altar.

The gatekeeper reached into the jar and grabbed a handful and put it to his nose and smelled it, and a crispy smell rushed into his nose, "It's a pepper." He threw the thing back into the altar and clapped his hands.

"My lord, is there no problem?" Sai Shira said with a relaxed face on the side.

"The night is dark and rainy, the roads are muddy and difficult to walk, why did your envoy choose to go out of the city at this time?" The gatekeeper frowned and asked again.

"Originally, we were going to leave tomorrow," Sai Sara explained, "We had a conflict with the Mongolian mission during the day, and we were afraid of another incident if we stayed, so I asked Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites to inform His Majesty the Emperor on my behalf, and changed the customs clearance documents as soon as possible, and left this evening in advance, not wanting it to rain heavily ......again," he sighed.

The gatekeeper nodded, turned to the side, and said, "You can go over." ”

In a courtyard shaded by green bamboo in the Luo Courtyard of Jiaozhongfang Herb Hutong in the northwest of Beijing, the lights are still lit, and the light comes through an elegant study.

In the study, several cases

A pot of epiphany, emitting a sweet scent, rests against the wall and a bookshelf filled with beautifully bound books. On the other side, there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and there is a plain piano under the calligraphy and painting, which makes the whole study room full of books, elegant and vulgar. Shiso was wearing a moon-white soft robe decorated with bamboo and plum patterns and reclined on the rattan chair, his hair was scattered and his temples were scattered, loosely held by a jade-colored ribbon, and he was idle out of the dust, lazy combing his head, half pulling the green silk, like a lotus root holding a book on his wrists, his eyes were as bright as lacquer but he was not staring at the book.

A handsome young man in a royal blue robe with his hands behind his back was looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall with great interest.

"Is that the painting on the wall that pretty?" Shisu put down the book in his hand and glanced at the young man with some resentment.

The young man turned around and smiled, it was Ning Zuer, he pointed to a picture of a lady hanging on the wall and said, "It's not that the paintings on the wall are good-looking, but that the people on the paintings are good-looking." ”

"I haven't seen you for many days, why have you become flamboyant," Shisu glanced at him, "Did you learn from that unconscionable person?" ”

"No, no," Ning Zu'er shook his head again and again, "What this son said is true, especially here......" He pointed to the beautiful mole painted on the eyebrows of the beautiful woman and the bright red cherry lips, "These two places are like a stroke of genius, making the whole portrait as vivid as a real person." ”

"Do you think those two are the best, too?" The corners of the lips are slightly upturned.

"I can paint my sister so vividly, that person must have admired you for a long time, I don't know which famous person in the world is, if you have a fate, my son also wants to visit him." Ning Zuer sighed.

"Do you want him to paint a portrait of you, too?" Shisu stood up, came to his side, and said playfully: "It's a pity that he doesn't admire you, I'm afraid the painting will be greatly discounted......" The slender jade fingers rubbed the beautiful mole and bright red cherry lips painted on the eyebrows of the beautiful woman, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "This is the finishing touch that he has deeply imprinted with his own blood, how can he not convey his spirit?" ”

Ning Zuer's body shook slightly, and her lips moved a few times but she didn't speak.

"Do you want to know who he is?" Zi Su glanced at him and said: "He is the Tibetan national teacher who is enshrined by the emperor today, the Great Mercy King Shakya Gyaltsen, the current presiding officer of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, if Ning Gongzi has leisure, he may wish to go there, as for whether he can meet depends on the chance." ”

"Is a monk so attached to Hongchen?" There was a hint of ridicule in Ning Zuer's words.

"No matter how much people advertise the four major emptiness, they can't stop the seven emotions and six desires in their hearts," Zi Su said with a smile: "The monks in Tibet are different from my Central Plains, they can chase the worldly love, and this does not hinder their practice, unlike the monks in the Central Plains, who chant Amitabha Buddha in their mouths, but secretly ......" Speaking of this, his face turned slightly red.

"But you are married to a wife, didn't you tell him this?" Ning Zuer asked with a slight frown.

"I have been honest with Master Shakya Gyaltsen and have nothing to hide from each other," Zisu said indifferently: "Since I met him, he has always treated me with courtesy and never acted out of line. What I talked about with him was limited to poetry and texts, Buddhist and Zen sayings, and did not deal with men and women. ”