In Zhaode Fang, Yang Lin wrapped a red ribbon on his head, wore a sweatshirt, and had fun with Chong Guiyi, Cai Lingbao and a few little girls.

The eldest daughter next to her, Yang Tianying, slapped her small palm, Yang Lin wiped her sweat, and when she saw her daughter's adoring eyes, she kicked even harder.

Suddenly, the applause was gone, Yang Lin kicked the net in the middle, and turned his head to see that Fang Miaolian was leading her daughter away.

Yang Lin hurriedly gestured and said, "Pause, pause, halftime." ”

Then ran over with the ball, Fang Miaolian was dressed very decently today, although the red dress was not powdered, it was also a little bright, Yang Lin asked suspiciously: "Where is this going?" ”

Fang Miaolian said angrily: "Go to the temple to make a vow." ”

"In the temple?" Yang Lin frowned, and said: "You are a Ming saint, what are you doing in the temple, is there a temple for King Ming?" ”

As soon as Fang Miaolian heard this, her anger came up, "The Ming Sect has been eradicated by you, and you still don't want others to believe in Buddhism?" ”

Yang Lin secretly said in his heart, now is his critical time, and it is difficult to guarantee that no one will have bad intentions.

They can't help themselves, but they also have to guard against their own families.

"What's so good about believing in Buddhism, it's better to follow Ben Chiyang Zhenren and change his faith. The main thing is that it is convenient, and there is a hall for worshipping Sanqing at home, and a place to make a vow. ”

Fang Miao glanced at him, picked up his daughter and left, Yang Lin was not light.

If it weren't for the girl's presence, she would have been cleaned up on the spot. Yang Tianying raised her delicate little face carved in pink and jade, and said in a milky voice: "People don't go to the temple." ”

Yang Lin couldn't do it, so he hugged his daughter and kissed him hard.

Fang Miaolian looked at the two of them, laughed angrily, and dragged Yang Lin and said, "It's the same if you go with me." ”

Yang Lin was stunned and said, "What am I going to do?" ”

After speaking, he suddenly figured it out, since he went to repay his wish, he must have made a wish, and eighty percent of it was made to himself.

This saintess gave the talisman to herself and Yang Tianyi last time, and she was really cold-faced and warm-hearted.

Yang Lin's heart warmed, so he agreed to come down and urged: "I went to that temple, I was afraid that the monks would think too much." ”

Fang Miaolian ignored him, twisted his round and concave waist like a gourd, and walked out with a pear hip.

Yang Lin scratched his daughter's nose and said with a smile: "You go to Aunt Little Peach, and Daddy will come back to play with you." ”

After getting into the carriage, Yang Lin took a closer look, today Fang Miaolian was wearing a group of pleated butterflies, a golden flower on her sideburns, she looked a little familiar, she should have sent it herself, and the fabrics used were all gold threads, and it could be seen that she had been carefully dressed.

The white silk bra on the chest is supported by the round twin peaks, exquisitely ups and downs, although the Mingjiao saintess is not deliberately flattering, the whole person also exudes a mature attraction.

Seeing Yang Lin's gaze, Fang Miaolian was very happy in her heart, but her face still looked cold, but her cheeks were slightly red. The inadvertent cramped tension also exposed her thoughts.

Who is sitting opposite, it is Yang Lin, the son of Chiyang, who is the most proficient in the thoughts of these daughters, and can be called an expert.

The appearance of the saint made Yang Lin feel very cute, and he couldn't wait to go up and take a few bites.

The carriage slowly drove towards the Great Xiangguo Temple, which can be called the most prosperous street in Bianliang, until the Great Xiangguo Temple, which is also the place where the perennial crowds of people are.

Yang Lin's carriage, the driver and the back seat, are also separated by a fence, with black paint all over and no extra ornaments.

There is a layer of bead curtain and a layer of cloth curtain in the car, because it is made for the wives and concubines in the inner courtyard, there is an extra seat, which is convenient for the maid to sit in the bead curtain when driving, and the fence is not considered to show up.

This year, it was not peaceful, and there were wars everywhere in the south, south, and north, but the Central Plains was more prosperous.

Bianliang Kaifeng is rejuvenating the second crazy barbaric growth, and all kinds of palaces and mansions are rising from the ground.

The traffic in the four directions is more convenient, and the official roads in the suburbs are paved with bluestone slabs, and they are very smooth.

Now that it is close to late autumn, many merchants come to Bianliang to sell items for winter and New Year.

The streets are even more busy, shoulder to shoulder, and all kinds of snacks and crafts are peddled on both sides.

Yang Lin lifted the curtain and looked very happy, in such a prosperous world, Haiyan River is clear, out of his own handwriting, how can he not be drunk.

Gozen Street is the residence of the powerful in Bianliang, Tokyo, and it can be said that every inch of land is expensive.

The value of Zhaodefang in the past cannot be compared with here, the luxury mansion with blue bricks and whitewashed walls, and the huge courtyard encircled by every household, and I don't know who they live in.

Some peddling vendors like to sell some delicate but not very valuable things here, and there are often young ladies and maids from noble families who take a fancy to buy them.

Suddenly, a little girl selling a small clay figure nearby, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, about six or seven years old, and a blind person not far away pinched the clay figurine to paint, it seems that she was selling it for her father, and she was very well-behaved and sensible.

The girl had a small basket tied around her waist, and a red rope around her neck, hanging in front of her, her face was red, and her smile was clean and pure, very cute.

Yang Lin knocked on the wall of the car, the mother-in-law who was driving the car slowed down, and Yang Lin smiled: "You see that little clay figure is so interesting, why don't we buy one for our daughter." ”

Fang Miaolian leaned over to take a look and said disapprerovingly: "It's just some ordinary clay figures..."

Suddenly, she noticed the little girl, who was actually very common in Bianliang.

They are not only on Yuqian Street, but also often haunt major wine shops and teahouses, selling some snacks and gadgets.

The things sold are not necessarily very good, mainly because children speak pleasantly and look cute, so people can't help but pay for some.

In total, it's only ten dollars and eight dollars, all of which are small amounts of money, and even ordinary people can easily get their hands on them.

Fang Miaolian followed her biological father and did such things when she was a child. It was a carefree time, and it was the happiest time of my life.

Later, when his father died, he was brought into the Ming Sect, and Fang La accepted a group of sons and daughters in the sect, and later only Fang Miaolian crawled and crawled, and the means were clever, and she achieved the position of a saint.

In the Ming Sect, there are all kinds of people. Fang La is also a bold and righteous man, he doesn't look down on his subordinates very much, and he relies on his own turnover to deal with it.

How can anyone be born with bamboo leaves...

After a flash of effort, the little girl saw her staring at herself, so she trotted over, "Sister, you are so good-looking, do you want to buy a clay figurine?" ”

Fang Miaolian was pulled back from her thoughts by this voice, and said with a smile: "You come forward, I'll pick one." ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the body trembled, and a pair of big hands inside, with incredible speed and familiarity, untied their waist around the tassel.

"Sister, you are so good-looking, I'll give you one!"

The little girl saw that her face was even redder, and she thought that she was praised and shy, such a girl was very lively and generous, and she didn't know that the sister in front of her was called Zhu Yeqing.

Yang Lin inside, with a piece of gold silk and red silk, tied her in front of the car curtain, Fang Miao's waist couldn't move, so naturally she couldn't shrink her head in, so she had to grit her teeth and endure the thinness behind her.

Yang Lin is playful, and he is a good player, and he has used eighteen kinds of martial arts, and Fang Miaolian is not an opponent at all.

But in order not to show her stuffing, she could only chat with the little girl, and if it was an ordinary person, the little girl would have walked away a long time ago.

But this sister has a fairy-like appearance, and she likes herself so much, the little girl is very proud.

Constantly boasting about her craftsmanship, Fang Miaolian died and lived several times, and her calves kept kicking and protesting. But I felt that my knees were bent, and my whole body was as numb as electricity.

It wasn't too strange to have this little girl on the street, so I had to endure it and had to talk to her. so as not to be noticed.

When the little girl saw that she looked a little strange, she asked, "Sister, are you sick?" ”

Fang Miaolian just bit her lip and shook her head, and the little girl suddenly understood: "Sister, you didn't bring any money, I'll give it to you!" ”

"Hmm... Yes... Rich. You wait, it'll be fine in a moment. ”

seems to be very dissatisfied with this sentence, and the movement in the car slowly grows bigger.