Receiving a few people, it was a young woman, delicate and petite, wearing a blue and purple jacket, and said modestly.

"These are all goods collected from the mountain village when my father was alive, and I don't know where they came from." Several people looked at the paintings together.

Suddenly, a picture of flowers and birds came into Liu Yichen's eyes. "The pen is deep and vigorous, the color is very appropriate, and it seems that there is a lack of horns underneath."

He went ahead and saw more clearly by the light. "I really didn't expect that this is a picture of Xunxun Mountain people, but the seal is missing.

Liu Yichen suppressed his excitement and asked the girl. "Wrap up all these pictures, how much silver?" The girl thought for a moment and held out her finger.

"Even in any case, it will cost thirty taels of silver, although these things are not valuable, they are just a piece of my father's thoughts, and the slave family is not in a hurry to sell them."

In Liu Yichen's hand, he took out a small bag of silver, twisted it with his finger joints, and said slowly. "Girl, that's all there is to it, it's convenient."

The girl stretched out her slender hand and took the bag. She weighed it with her hand, and it seemed to be the least, and it also weighed fifty taels of silver, which was heavy.

Liu Yichen looked at the side randomly. I tried my best to pretend that I didn't care. The girl let out a long sigh. "I'll sell it to you."

As she spoke, the girl carefully put away the painting and said. "It's to let you take advantage of it, and the slave will wipe this painting and clean it before giving it to you."

Song Zhiyao naturally walked forward quietly and said to the girl. "No, my father-in-law just prefers this quaint taste."

She glanced at Liu Yichen and held the stack of paintings in her arms. A few people walked out, and the market was already dark, and a few people got into the carriage.

Song Zhiyao blew the dust on the ancient painting and handed it to Liu Yichen. "Xianggong, it's really sharp-eyed, this treasure is hard to find."

Liu Yichen looked at the painting, the flowers and birds and figures, lifelike. "Even if it is given to Lord Liao, it is better to discuss with him, and things will be easier to do."

Listening to his words, Song Zhiyao smiled. "Xianggong, that prince Liao, is a benevolent and righteous person, what do you have to discuss with him?" Liu Yichen was silent.

She turned her head and stared at Liu Yichen. His expression was very deep, like a bottomless pool of water, and there seemed to be something troublesome in his heart.

After a long time, Liu Yichen sighed. "It's hard to complete, but even if it is, it can be done." The carriage scurried towards the inn.

Seeing Liu Yichen like this, Hou Qu smiled. "My lord, it's the time to spend the full moon, and the mood should be comfortable, but why are you so sad."

The carriage stopped at the door of the inn, and several people stepped out of the carriage. "Two, don't worry about me, just go back to the capital, don't talk nonsense."

Xiong Li said honestly. "Brother Huang, the rule of mixing rivers and lakes is to keep your mouth shut, we don't know anything, and we won't talk nonsense."

Liu Yichen sent them back to the room and pulled Song Zhiyao with him. "Yao'er, I've already thought about letting you be Mu Gong's righteous daughter, and I'll end this matter."

She knows that Mu Gong is an honest and honest person. Only Prince Liao, in his early years, saved him from the enemy's arrows on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyao sighed. "The slave family doesn't matter, it's just that if this matter is spread, everyone's face will not look good."

Liu Yichen grabbed her, pressed against her face, and whispered kindly. "I have to do this, if it is someone else, I am afraid of leaking the news."

She turned her head, her red lips pressed against Liu Yichen's strong breasts. "Okay, Xianggong, the slave family is a sensible person, how can you let Xianggong worry."

Just as he spoke, tears flowed down his cheeks. She had mixed feelings, thinking back to everything before, and her heart felt uncomfortable.

Liu Yichen grabbed a handkerchief in his palm and gently wiped her cheeks. "Yao'er, don't cry, it's heartache to make you fair."

She doesn't blame anyone, everyone, there are legitimate reasons, but in the end, it pressed on her, making her difficult to live in this world.

After a long time, she slowly took off her clothes. "Xianggong, don't think too much, you and I will live happily for a day, no matter what gossip."

The two slept sweetly together, and after a long time, the warm sun shone on her cheeks. Outside the window, the verdant branches are chirping.

She put on her belly pocket and looked at the sky in the distance. "It's this little bird, it's also born and raised, and it doesn't cry, and this girl still has her husband."

Thinking of this, she burst out laughing. "There is an old saying in the ancients, mediocre people disturb themselves, what about changing their names? It's a reincarnation. ”

She waited for Liu Yichen to get up, pack up her things, and go down to breakfast together. "Xianggong, the capital is far away, and there are still some bumps along the way."

Liu Yichen said with a smile while drinking gruel. "Yao'er, I will naturally be optimistic, this time, you and I are famous, and the people also love it."

She looked out the door, the happy smiles of the people, and sighed in her heart. "For the sake of government, we need to be benevolent, the people's will is the most important, and we must be cautious and avoid independence."

As the wife of the emperor's brother, he is close to the grace of heaven, so he should help the people and do good deeds. "There are too many grievances, and I will do it."

Liu Yichen looked at her and smiled with satisfaction. "Yao'er, if you say such a crepe, it is difficult to say that the court raises people, and the writers of the rivers and lakes are also difficult to say."

Song Zhiyao's eyes widened and her pupils rolled. "Xianggong, in the previous life of the slave family, he may have been a sour Xiucai who entered Beijing to take the exam, and he could only hang his bookbag."

The two of them laughed together, they had breakfast, Hou Qu, Xiong Li and the two of them, packed their luggage, led the two of them, and got into the carriage.

They drove a few wagons all the way to the city gates. Song Zhiyao opened the curtain, basking in the bright sun, and breathing in the fresh air.

And the people by the roadside recognized her. "Hey, isn't this a female bodhisattva who grabs smuggling salt? It's really beautiful, worthy of being a person descended from heaven. ”

As he spoke, they rushed forward and gave gifts to the carriage. "Female Bodhisattva, when you come to the heavenly home in the capital, you will have a few good words for our people."

Song Zhiyao looked at those people and really loved her. "Not necessarily." The carriage passed through the crowd and reached the door, where an old woman pulled the cart.

She was dressed in a white shirt and had an old and wrinkled face. Holding a huge silk embroidery in his hand, he jumped up and stuffed it into Song Zhiyao's arms.

Song Zhiyao looked down, this colorful embroidery, stitches and threads were fine, she became a female bodhisattva, sitting in the middle of the colorful embroidery, which amused her.

She looked at the old woman and smiled. "Grandma, this girl will accept it." The old woman knelt down with the people beside her and muttered loudly.

"The heavens say good things, and the lower realms keep peace." The carriage drove out of the city gate for a long time, and the figure gradually blurred, but the sound was still very clear and loud.

Liu Yichen looked at this scene and turned around to be funny. "Yao'er, they all say that you are a bodhisattva, so what kind of immortal is I, husband?"

Song Zhiyao joked happily. "Husband, you are an Arhat, the Bodhisattva blesses the people, and the Arhat is solemn and protects the Bodhisattva's body."

Listening to her words, everyone was amused and laughed. The carriage walked through a long road, and the willows were verdant along the way, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the scenery was very beautiful.

She looked at the scenery and felt a lot more soothed. "It is pure in mind, worthy of oneself, no matter how many storms and waves it goes through, it is not afraid."

Two days later, they saw a towering mountain on which a magnificent Taoist temple had been built. "The last time I came, I didn't have this temple."

She looked at the temple, the eaves were on top, and the four walls were as white as snow. "It's very interesting, and I don't know who is inside, I really want to go in and see it."

Listening to her words, Liu Yichen also smiled. "Yao'er, this Taoist temple, built in this conspicuous place, is really related to you and me, let's go and see."

They tied the wagon to the woods beside them. Looking at the rock, there is a blue-white staircase. Several people went up together.

Hou Qu held the soft wood and pressed it on the steps, and several people grabbed it, as if grasping a flexible rope, and every step up, they walked steadily.

A few people walked to the top of the hill and looked at the ebony gate. It is beautifully engraved with engravings. After a long time, the door slowly opened.

Song Zhiyao looked at that person, it turned out to be Lao Ling Wang. He was wearing a white robe, white as snow. In the palm of his hand, he held the dust of white flowers.

Old King Ling chuckled softly. "The old man has been cultivating here, and he doesn't care about worldly things, but he also thinks of a few of you, and I still have some fate."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and welcomed a few people in. "You are really glad that you can appease the people, eradicate the trouble, and get rid of the decay."

Lao Ling Wang poured a bowl of tea for one person and a wooden bowl of rice. "Everyone, just drink tea, eat fast, and go back."

Saying that, he walked to the middle of the courtyard, holding the dust whisk in one hand and the runes in the other, chanting words. and he lit a fire and burned incense.

Liu Yichen looked at him like that and sighed in his heart. "It's good that the old-timers will come out of the pain of losing their children, and they won't have more worries."

He listened to the incantation and stood up. "Senior, this spell is a snake repellent spell, if there is a snake, go to the treasure land under the mountain to practice."

Lao Ling Wang did a ritual and walked down the altar slowly. "Child, I'll tell you the truth, there are no snakes in this mountain around."

Then, Lao Ling Wang explained. "It's just that the people around me often suffer from snakes, and I can't bear it, so I seek the Dharma here to get rid of those poisons."

Song Zhiyao tasted tea and ate. A grain of rice, fragrant but not greasy, dissolves in the mouth. "The taste of this mountain is very good."

She listened to Lao Lingwang's words and continued. "The predecessors are kind-hearted, but this poison is natural and difficult to deal with."

Old King Ling looked at her and sighed. "The old man also knows, so he boils medicine every day, and if there is an elixir, the people can suffer less."

Xiong Li took the snake medicine in his hand and said to Lao Ling. "Adult, this medicine is said to be effective, and the small ones don't know it, so just take it and take a look."

Lao Ling Wang took the snake medicine, grabbed a piece, and sniffed it with his nose. "It must be useful, if the old decay can be boiled into an elixir, I really want to thank you."

They talked with Lao Ling Wang for a while, careful not to touch the bitterness in his heart. In the evening, several people came down from the mountain.

Song Zhiyao sighed. "The old-timers are in good spirits, and it's a good thing to be able to come out of that sadness." They drove the carriage and continued onwards.

After a few more days, they came to a post station. "Walking a hundred miles and half ninety, it's really tiring us, but fortunately, it's not far from the capital."

Song Zhiyao and the others, as soon as they went to the inn to rest, one of them asked to see them. "Brother Huang, the little one is the Yue Hanlin you brought back then."

Liu Yichen looked at him, wearing a red official robe, but there were a few inconspicuous patches on it. There are more wrinkles on the head.

"It's been a long time, I heard that the Holy Lord sent you here to rectify the rule of officials, reform taxes, educate the people, protect mountains and forests, and build water conservancy."

Hearing this, Yue Hanlin grinned and smiled. "Brother Huang, the small county is stupid, but he does his best to encourage him, and I hope that my lord will appreciate it."

So, they rode their horses and entered the county seat. And when he saw the people, they had changed their former vulgar appearance, and their clothes were neat and well-behaved.

Around the street, there are also flowers, plants and trees. On both sides stand towering willows, the warm breeze blows, and the tiny branches pass by the wind.

When they went to the farmland again, they found that there were small canals dug next to each ridge, and the clear water was flooding the thriving crops.

The old farmers on the side stretched out their big rough hands and pruned the seedlings. Liu Yichen went over with a concerned face and helped them work together.