When Bi Yun got into another sedan chair, he ordered the coachman to leave the palace on horseback. The caravan brocade tent was tightly sealed, and Ning Nan was worried about the collapse inside, his face was sleepy, and his mind was sleepy. He closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, but the car was too bumpy. His back was full of injuries, so he naturally couldn't sit still, and after a while, he couldn't stand the pain, opened his eyes and turned sideways, and sat on the car leaningly.

Jiang Chengjia knew that he must be uncomfortable at this time. And when they saw that he was withering and sleepy, they knew that he had risen early in the day.

According to Ning Nan's cautious, subtle, forbearant and depressed character, even if Ning Zheng beat him to the ground, he would not go to ask for peace again. Fortunately, she and he were married only a few days ago, so she didn't have to go back to politics. Just get up in the morning and ask Ning Zheng for a while.

But if he slept well last night, but... Jiang Chengjia was a little annoyed, and couldn't help but secretly scold him in his heart, obviously hurting like this, he was so self-conscious. I think he must be more empty at this moment than when he woke up yesterday. If he wants to go to a damp place like Linhe with this body, how can he stand it?

Jiang Chengjia thought of this, and a trace of distress felt in her heart, silently pulled her sleeve, and whispered, "Erlang wants to rest on the concubine?" It's a little more comfortable. Ning Nan squinted her eyes half-wide, and saw that she patted her thin and weak shoulder, staring at him with a serious look in her round eyes.

He thought for a moment, but he was really tired and unbearable, so he bowed his head to her, and without saying a word, chose to lie down sideways, pillowed on her knees, and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Chengjia felt the weight of the weight on his knees, and he was afraid that the car would be too bumpy and make him uncomfortable, so he tried to sit as firmly as possible and held his hanging palm. One hand wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and the other hand protected his head, and the movements were extremely gentle.

Ning Nan smelled the faint and warm fragrance around her, and felt unprecedentedly stable, and she slept for a while in a daze.

Although he only slept for an hour last night, he was unusually steady. Or maybe he was too tired, he slept very deeply, and when he woke up this morning, he was actually refreshed, but now that she was there, he somehow let go of all his defenses and became sleepy.

Wait until the caravan slowly drives through the streets and alleys, rushes on the avenue of Luoyang, slowly turns to the upper east gate, and drives out from the city gate to Foyun Mountain in the suburbs. The horse's hooves strode sharply, and a loud cry broke out from its nose, and it spewed out a breath of white air, which made a very long neigh, and clattered the ground, splashing up bursts of sand mist.

Estimating the moment when there were two pillars of incense, the coachman hovered. Jiang Chengjia was also drowsy in the car, and waited until the little guy outside the door called inward, "Master Hou, madam." It's here. ”

Jiang Chengjia woke up at this time, opened a pair of hazy eyes, and looked down to see that Ning Nan was sleeping deeply. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and saw that they stopped in front of a towering mountain with faint cooking smoke, and the stone steps in front of the mountain were built up one by one, and the green bamboos planted on both sides of the path were already lush at the moment, one by one, and they were tall and hard.

She tugged at Ning Nanwu's sleeve and whispered, "Master Hou, wake up." It's here. ”

He frowned, muttered, and refused to wake up. Jiang Chengjia laughed, his slender hand lightly tapped his tall nose, and then blew into his neck and said, "Erlang, get up!" ”

He only felt a warm air flow sweeping through his neck, and the warm itching made him tremble, and he opened his eyes sluggishly, showing confusion.

Ning Nan moved worriedly, propped herself up, loosened her shoulders with sleepy eyes, glanced at Jiang Chengjia, and saw that she was looking at herself with a smile. His heart warmed, rubbed her little furry head, and then got out of the car, and then stretched out his arms to pick up Jiang Chengjia. I saw her limping out of the car and walking out.

He frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with the leg?" ”

She carried the hem of her skirt and said softly, "I've been sitting for a long time, and I'm a little numb." ”

Ning Nan was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had indeed slept on her lap all the way, so his dark eyes flickered slightly, hiding a trace of throbbing. He was silent, opened his arms and hugged her from the carriage, and before Jiang Chengjia could stand firmly, he suddenly picked her up horizontally, carefully took her into his arms, and said softly against her forehead, "There are a lot of mountain roads here, I'll carry you up." ”

In front of everyone's eyes, he did not shy away from it, only asked Jiang Chengjia to flush his cheeks, Furong buried her cheeks in his chest, and said in a low voice, "Master Hou... Over here... There are many others. ”

Foyun Mountain is very famous in Luoyang, because there is a Guanghua Temple on the mountain. This temple is a famous temple through the ages, quiet and elegant, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the people are outstanding. Not only for the Buddhist monks, good men and women admired, but also for the Sao people and ink writers often come and go, they come here to enjoy the landscape, chant poems, in order to think about the ancient quiet. Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of poems and songs that praise the landscape and scenery of Guanghua Temple. It can be seen that its name has been prosperous for a long time.

During the reign of Emperor Ming, he had built a Buddhist temple in the first year of Tianbao to spread Buddhism, and this Guanghua Temple was one of the mountain temples that was most valued by Emperor Ming. Therefore, there is an endless stream of tourists who come to see its appearance. Ning Nan was worried about entering the mountain pass, and people came and went to pick her up, which was naturally very eye-catching. But he didn't care, hooked the corner of his lips and whispered, "Don't be afraid, you are my wife, no one dares to say anything." This slightly domineering and unreasonable tone only made Jiang Chengjia's heart jump wildly again. She blushed, and could only hide in his arms, covering her face.

He steadied his steps and walked along the stone steps of the mountain. She was always worried that his injuries couldn't support it, and asked Ning Nan to put her down halfway, but unexpectedly, this person was very stubborn, and he just refused. Jiang Chengjia was helpless, it could be seen that his face was calm and there was no discomfort, so he gradually let go of his worries.

Ning Nan carried her all the way to the Dusk Xunxuan built in the middle of the mountainside, and then carefully put her down, and asked again, "Are your legs still numb?" ”

Jiang Chengjia was still holding his neck, leaning on his shoulder with a red face, and muttered in a low voice, "No more numb." ”

She hung on his body like a kitten at this time, hugging his waist and abdomen tightly and refusing to show her buried face, extremely dependent.

Ning Nan was quite funny, so a pair of bony hands hugged her, pulled her out of her arms, and judo, "What? Lai Shangbenhou? ”

She stared at a pair of beautiful eyes that had become a little misty due to the closure of her eyes, her cheeks were cloudy, and she took his hand flatteringly, and said carefully, "Okay, okay, Erlang, let's go in quickly, don't make my mother wait for a long time." ”

He snorted lightly, took her hand and walked towards a separate bamboo garden courtyard halfway up the mountain, which was nominated for Twilight. "The twilight clouds and mountains look at the bamboo groups, and the fog will be found at the peak." It is a poem written by Dou Xunen, the first genius of Pingling and even Chang'an, twenty-five years ago, passing through Foyun Mountain, which is the origin of the nomination of Dusk Xunxuan. Jiang Chengjia entered the bamboo garden and walked along a gravel path combed out of the large bamboo forest towards the courtyard that faintly showed a corner. The trail is long, and there is a refreshing breeze blowing in the face, blowing slowly, blowing a burst of fragrant fragrance.

Go further, you will see the good wood and green onions, the strange flowers are splendid, the north of the slow line, the stone path is gradually distant, and the flat and wide, the low building is steady, the carved and embroidered threshold, are hidden in the green forest, remove the light fog, wade through the group of bamboo and green trees, only to see the courtyard and courtyard are all down, the corridor is hooked, the house is small and chic, not like the bamboo forest is tall and magnificent. As soon as I entered the main courtyard and stepped on the stone steps, I saw a little boy wearing a bun with two cyan streamers on his head and a military uniform slowly coming out from the inside.

Jiang Chengjia looked at it fixedly, and the person who came was Ji Que who came to the palace last night to deliver the letter.

I saw this little boy smiling and saluting Jiang Chengjia, and said excitedly, "The slave has seen Mrs. Hou." ”

Jiang Chengjia squatted down slightly, asked her to get up, and smiled gently, "No need to be polite." ”

Xiao Tong smiled gratefully, and then opened his hand to the corridor and asked, "Mrs. Cao is already waiting in the front hall, waiting for the two of you to come over." ”

Ning Nan nodded and led Jiang Chengjia towards the main hall. In the simple and unluxurious main hall, there are all bamboo lacquered tables, and several maids and maids kneeling on both sides.

In the square of the hall, a beautiful woman kneeling in front of the dark pear wood carving table, is making tea.

Ning Nan frowned and bowed, and took Jiang Chengjia to see him, and the two knelt down in the hall and said respectfully, "Mother is blessed, my son brought the bride to ask my mother for peace." ”

"The bride greets her mother with her husband, and her mother is blessed with longevity and health." Jiang Chengjia waited for him to finish speaking, and then Nuo Nuo said softly, but he was well-behaved.

The beautiful woman in the hall didn't even raise her eyes, a slender hand held the pestle on the tile pot, and the fragrance wafted out leisurely. Next, it is sifted into fine powder with a sieve. The sieve handle gently taps the porcelain bowl with a thumping sound.

She didn't say anything, Jiang Chengjia naturally didn't dare to get up.

For a moment there was silence in the main church.

Half a moment, the seated beautiful woman carried a piece of cloth in her hand, picked up the copper kettle placed on the charcoal stove, uncovered the carved lid, poured the tea powder into the pot, and then placed it on the charcoal stove to boil.

Before the water in the copper kettle was boiling, the beautiful woman finally opened her mouth, "Raise your head and let me see." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Chengjia slowly got up, raised his head and looked at the woman, only then did he really see Mrs. Cao's true face.

Although this woman has reached middle age, her eyes are still bright and bright, although her face is a little sickly pale, but she trims her eyebrows and nose, her fragrant ink is bent and painted, her rouge is light and even, and her cheeks are slightly pear vortex.

Cao Shi carefully looked at Jiang Chengjia, who was kneeling in front of the hall, and saw that she was talking elegantly, her posture was extraordinary, and her etiquette was natural, so he was satisfied. But she didn't show it on her face, she just asked softly, "Jiang's is good, the word Mengluo is?" ”

Jiang Chengjia raised his arms, his hands were level with his shoulders, and he bowed and said, "It's my daughter-in-law." ”

Cao Shi nodded slightly, and asked again, "What is the name of your father and brother in the family?" ”