Chapter 64: Nanta Buddhist Temple

Xiao Xuan didn't react at all, and Ayu's voice became smaller and smaller.

Ah Yu thought to herself, isn't this eldest lady hurt by love? Finally, there is another person who can cure her, first Xiao Shuangshuang, and then Han Derang.

Ah Yu covered his lips with his sleeves and hid his smile.

"Get out." Xiao Xuan was cold and indifferent, and he didn't look at her.

Ah Yu frowned slightly, almost spit out a "yes" from between his teeth, and then retreated.

What Ah Yu hates most is Xiao Xuan's lofty posture, her status as a star-studded moon, and her status that she will always look up to and out of reach.

Xiao Xuan had no intention of paying attention to Ayu at all, since he heard the news that he was going to enter the palace as a concubine, his mind was blank, and then he kept jumping out of Yeluxian's appearance, gentle and humble, warm smile like the sun, galloping on a horse, far-fetched smile when he was sick, and his pale face, all of which hurt Xiao Xuan's heart.

Is it really time to say goodbye? Brother Xianning...

Xiao Sui didn't have lunch, but came to the gate of the house to find Xiao Siwen as promised, and Xiao Siwen was waiting here early, and there were two subordinates standing next to him, one leading a horse, one big and one small, and the small one was Xiao Sui's little white horse.

"Father, what is this?" Xiao Xuan looked at the two horses and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

In the past, when the Xiao family went to the Buddhist temple to worship incense, they all drove a carriage and took a team of guards to protect them before they traveled.

Xiao Siwen took the reins of the horse, stepped on the stirrup, turned over and sat firmly on the horse, stretched out his hand and did not fall on the young man, he smiled, "I said that I was going with my father and the two of you, Yanyan forgot?" Get on the horse. ”

Xiao Sui lowered her head, indifferent to Xiao Siwen's smile, she took the reins of the horse, and after getting on the horse, Xiao Siwen left the Xiao Mansion one after the other.

The octagonal seven-storey south tower is towering into the clouds, such as the pagoda of Tongtian, and the momentum is magnificent. The body of the tower is inlaid with relief stone carvings of Buddha, Bodhisattva, Heavenly King, Lux, and Flying Statue, which is solemn and sacred.

Among them, there are many monks, and the sound of chanting continues to spread from each floor of the tower to the distance, as if coming from the sky, to wash people's dusty hearts.

The masters here have always been prestigious, and nine times out of ten, they have fulfilled their lots. People in the red dust come from afar, listen to the master's sermon, and interpret the mystery on the sign, so that they can wake up.

Xiao Siwen and Xiao Xuan left their horses in front of the Buddhist Temple, and the two walked towards the thousand-step stairs leading to the South Pagoda Buddhist Temple.

"Yanyan, have you never thought about how you got this rich life?" Xiao Siwen's steady steps stepped on the steep staircase.

Xiao Xuan lifted the hem of her skirt and walked step by step, constantly adjusting her breath so that she would not fall too far behind her father.

"Whatever my father wants to say, just say it."

Xiao Siwen stopped, one step higher than Xiao Sui standing, Xiao Sui with beads of sweat on his forehead stood in place, one hand on his waist, panting heavily, looking up at Xiao Siwen from time to time.

"My father knows that you are not a delicate young lady, but you have also been pampered since childhood, the glory of you and me, just like this thousand-step ladder, is the height that the Xiao family has built up with painstaking efforts for generations, and now is the time to return, do you understand?" Xiao Siwen said slowly.

Xiao Siwen said, shook his head helplessly, and walked to the top again.

Xiao Xuan listened to his father's words, as if he was carrying a thousand-pound burden on his body.