Tang Yanbin looked at his mother's worried eyes, nodded with a smile, and said, "But it's up to my mother's arrangement." ”

When I was in Guozijian, the place where the students went the most during the holidays must be Huancui Building.

Huan fat swallow thin, warbler cui language, is a famous green building in the capital.

Naturally, Tang Yanbin was inevitably pulled over.

At first, he was able to follow his father's teachings and not be close to women, but the boring and heavy school life was always easy to make people feel bored, so he slowly learned to indulge with those friends, and he was no longer a virgin.

Of course, his father and mother didn't know about this, and since his mother had the heart to arrange it for himself, why should he wronged himself.

I also go to Huancui Building once a month, and he is also in need.

That night, the family of four happily had a reunion dinner and was happy.

Tang Yanbin drank a few glasses of thin wine, a little drunk, walking slightly swaying, Wen made a look, Chuncao immediately stepped forward to support the eldest prince and sent him back to Wenyixuan.

Tang Heng saw the hint in his wife's eyes, and frowned, Bin'er is already nineteen years old, it is time to set up a room, but tomorrow is to worship the ancestors, you should be pure and quiet, how can you be Dunlun?

With a slight dissatisfaction, he stopped: "Ah Fu, the son is drunk, you can send it back." ”

Since Xiangye spoke, Chuncao had to let go of the hand holding the son, and reluctantly glanced at the flushed childe, and returned to Wen's side.

Although Tang Yanbin was slightly drunk, he still insisted on doing a farewell salute before following Ah Fu back to Wenyixuan.

Tang Heng glanced at the Wen clan and shook his words, "After sacrificing to the ancestors, we will make arrangements." ”

Wen lowered his head and said softly, but he was slightly dissatisfied with what Xiang Ye had just done.

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As soon as the hour arrived, the sky outside was cloudy, and the maids in the prime minister's house had already begun to prepare in a hurry.

Tang Yanning also got up early today, but he was still very sleepy, squinting his eyes and sitting half-asleep on the dresser with his hair curled.

"Miss, Miss, comb your hair, hurry up and rinse your mouth and eat some breakfast, you will go to the Jokhang Temple later, there is nothing to eat on the road."

Shuang'er pushed Tang Yanning's shoulders a few times, wanting to wake up the person who was still sleepy in front of him.

Tang Yanning finally raised his eyes and looked at the vanity mirror.

The person in the mirror has a fair face, no powder, and his black hair is curled into a simple and delicate hanging hairpin, and a white jade peony hairpin is pinned to the black hair, which is pure and introverted, calm and dignified.

With the laziness that she had just woken up, she praised: "Shuang'er, your hands are becoming more and more skillful." ”

Shuang'er raised her eyebrows, said a few words modestly with a smile, and then urged the young lady to hurry up and eat.

As soon as the party finished cleaning up early, the people in the front hall sent someone to pass the word, and hurriedly packed up and prepared to go.

This time, Tang Yanning only brought Shuang'er as usual, and she didn't trust the other maids, so she brought more trouble.

When the two of them walked to the door, the carriage and everything had been prepared, Wen and Tang Yanqing had already gone in in one, Aunt Song and the little girl had one, and they were alone, and their father and eldest brother should be riding horses.

Tang Yanbin was tidying up his mount by the side of the carriage, and Tang Yanning went over to salute politely and called his eldest brother.

Tang Yanbin heard someone next to him call his eldest brother before he turned around and noticed this younger sister.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she didn't expect this fourth sister to look more and more beautiful and moving.

He responded politely, a little indifferent and detached, and turned over to get on the horse.

Tang Heng also changed into light casual clothes at this time, wearing an ink-colored dark robe, and the person who was inverted was full of energy.

"Father," Tang Yanning took a few steps forward and pleaded after seeing his father come out: "This trip to the Jokhang Temple is very long, I don't know if my father can allow Shuang'er to ride in the same carriage with me, and I sit alone in the empty air." ”

Tang Heng looked sideways at Shuang'er behind her, and said casually, you can make your own decisions.

Tang Yanning bowed and thanked him, turned around and got into the carriage, and Shuang'er followed behind the young lady, his eyes full of gratitude.

It took two hours to get to the Jokhang Temple, and she couldn't bear to sit on the board cart of the maids behind her.

The sky has not yet dawned, it is hazy, and rows of carriages are driving in an orderly manner on the official road, heading towards the Jokhang Temple.

As soon as Tang Yanning arrived at the carriage, he yawned heavily, took a soft pillow and waved it under his head to signal Shuang'er to call her again, and decisively began to sleep again.

After a bumpy and shaking journey, I finally arrived at the Jokhang Temple.

Tang Yanning finally slept enough, stretched out in the car refreshed, let Shuang'er comb her slightly messy bun, put on her gentle and dignified appearance in the past, and picked up the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Jokhang Temple is worthy of being a royal temple, the temperament is magnificent, generous, all the ground is white marble, carved railings and jade, the eaves are graceful, and the atmosphere reveals exquisiteness.

There is a seven-foot-high golden Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall, the golden light is shining, and the whole hall is brilliant and luxurious under the bright light of the candles all around.

Tang Yanning raised his eyes and looked at the golden Buddha statue in front of him, frowning slightly, this Jokhang Temple is so luxurious, it is not like the pure heart and few desires of the Buddhists, but it reveals a trace of extravagance and profit-seeking in the mortal world.

The person who received Tang Heng was the third abbot of the Jokhang Temple, Master Wu, who was also considered to be of a very high seniority, after all, Tang Heng was currently in the first official residence, although he was not a relative of the emperor, but the official position was enough to live in the Jokhang Temple.

After the two exchanged pleasantries on the surface for a while, a little novice led them to the room that had been prepared, the female dependents were all in Xiyuan, and Tang Heng and Tang Yanbin lived in Beiyuan.

The West Garden is like a big quadrangle, with rooms on all sides, Tang Yanqing and Wen stayed in the two master bedrooms on the east side, Aunt Song and Tang Yan Qunyi lived in the south wing at first sight, and Tang Yanning naturally lived in the west wing.

As soon as Shuang'er arrived at the wing, he turned around excitedly, chattering about what he had seen and heard along the way.

Tang Yanning listened to her with a smile and pushed open a window in the back.

Behind this wing room is a large bamboo forest, lush, particularly verdant and elegant, enjoy the bamboo scenery for a while, there is a small novice notice to start the ancestor worship ceremony, the group put down the salute and hurriedly walked to the main hall.

The ancestor worship ceremony is not troublesome, that is, the abbot of the master of enlightenment, with more than a dozen qualified disciples humming a lot of incomprehensible scriptures, and then everyone knelt in front of the Buddhist hall with their hands together and prayed devoutly, and waited until the master finished reciting the scriptures and bowed three times, and the men of the Tang family first went to the incense and the female dependents were finished.

I don't know why Tang Yanning didn't feel much when he listened to this scripture in previous years, but this year he felt extremely sleepy when he listened to it, and everyone else looked sad and closed their eyes and read silently, and they couldn't stop muttering in their mouths, only the sleepiness of kowtowing and counting rice was surging.

Aunt Song next to her kept poking the soft flesh on her waist, and she gradually sobered up a little, straightened her face, and pretended to listen very seriously.