The tone is of course that he is the one who pays the registration fee.

Four dollars are as easy as four dollars.

Liu Chenxing looked at Shen Zhongyi, who had a light face, and kept a smile in a very good mood, and could carefully notice that the monk did not call Shen Zhongyi the King of Wei, and it was estimated that Shen Zhongyi was playing some trick of private interviews, so she did not expose his true identity.

It's just that her money is not blown by the wind, and she has a problem with the registration fee, but it can't be in vain, of course, the reason must be understood, and in the end, Shen Zhongyi, a rebel minister, understands that she only has Her Majesty the Empress in her heart, even if their ancestors and grandchildren look at least seven points similar, she is only loyal to Her Majesty.

Liu Chenxing said loyally: "Lang Jun is to participate in the competition for the main mother who is far away in Chang'an, and the main mother is very kind to her son, and it is not too much to let her son die after doing his best." The mother of the house likes the peony of the White Horse Temple, and now she has the opportunity to win it for the mother, and the child should pay this registration fee. ”

At that time, Liu Chenxing's eyes did not dodge at all, he looked at Shen Zhongyi's phoenix eyes, and in those surging phoenix eyes, he clearly saw his righteous and awe-inspiring expression, and couldn't help but raise her two dimples with satisfaction.

What Liu Chenxing meant by this, Shen Zhongyi knew it, but he didn't laugh angrily, his thin lips hooked, the smile extended to the bottom of his eyes, and a trace of satisfaction flashed undisguisedly, and said: "Mrs. Liu has such a heart, I will tell my grandmother." ”

He looked at Shen Zhongyi for a moment, and the trace of satisfaction in Shen Zhongyi's eyes could be seen clearly, and the smile on Liu Chenxing's face stiffened slightly, and his heart suddenly became vigilant.

Wrong!

She showed her loyalty to the empress and was firm that she was the empress's faction, why was Shen Zhongyi still satisfied?

There must have been something else she hadn't noticed.

She is a poor scholar from a peasant family, and the biggest plot on her body is that she has Uncle Liu, a relative, and that she is about to go to the empress's side on an errand.

And the people around the empress are, first and foremost, loyalty.

If Shen Zhongyi wanted to become his internal response by the empress's side, only the more she was respected and trusted by the empress, the more important she could play.

In this way, the more he showed his loyalty to the empress outside, the more satisfied Shen Zhongyi became!

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Chenxing sensed Shen Zhongyi's wishful thinking.

I sneered in my heart.

The premise of all this has to be based on the fact that he is Shen Zhongyi's internal response, but he wants her to be loyal to him......

The thought rose in his heart, and suddenly remembered that Uncle Liu was going to marry Shen Zhongyi's cousin, and Liu Chenxing's brows were almost invisibly wrinkled.

Taking a deep breath, telling himself that cranky thinking has no effect, and when he returns to Chang'an to see Uncle Liu, everything will be clear, and he can't let Shen Zhongyi, a rebel minister, lead him by the nose.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Liu Chenxing had already raised his smile again, took off the money bag from his waist, took out four gold beads from his waist painfully, and handed them to Seng Yang: "This is the registration fee for Er and this Langjun." ”

The monk didn't expect that Liu Chenxing was not a maid, and listening to the conversation between the two, although his identity was not as good as that of this noble son, he should have some background.

The main mother who is far away in Chang'an participates in the competition, this competition is for the peony flower, and let such a noble son go all the way to Luoyang to participate in the competition, this housewife is afraid that it is not the elder of this noble son, or the queen who let people take away a peony flower every year......

Thinking that Liu Chenxing might also be someone next to the empress, but he regarded the other party as a maid, the monk couldn't help sweating on his forehead, and he no longer dared to peep at Liu Chenxing's white coarse cloth robe, so he quickly took the gold beads with both hands and apologized: "The female benefactor forgive me, it was the poor monk who admitted his mistake just now." ”

Over the years, how many people have been blinded, how can Liu Chenxing mind that the monk recognizes him as a servant, but he is unhappy with Shen Zhongyi, so he is depressed and recognized as Shen Zhongyi's handmaiden.

Liu Chenxing smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, don't mind." ”

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, handed the gold beads to the junior disciple on the side, bent down and picked up a palm-sized wooden plaque from the long case, held a brush in the other hand, and said, "I don't know what the female donor and the male donor are called?" ”

Liu Chenxing replied briskly: "Aunt Liu." ”

Shen Zhongyi glanced at Liu Chenxing, and replied directly: "Shen Dalang." ”

Sink....... Shen Dalang......

The smile on Liu Chenxing's face froze again, and then he looked up at Shen Zhongyi in disbelief.

This is really a good life now, do you want to learn from his uncle who was demoted to a concubine and has been imprisoned in Luoyang for almost ten years, sitting in the well and watching!?

Shen Zhongyi didn't seem to know how shocking his sentence "Shen Dalang" was, and said to Liu Chenxing: "Mrs. Liu saved me on the night of Shangyuan a year ago, and now it's not Chang'an, you don't need to be too polite, you can also call me Shen Dalang." ”

She thought that her life was too long, so she dared to call Shen Zhongyi, the unforgiving old surname.

Liu Chenxing smiled silently.

The monk also noticed the difference in the atmosphere between the two, he quickly wrote the name of Errao on the two wooden cards, handed the wooden cards to the two, and said: "There is still nearly half an hour before the competition, and it is hot now, the two of you can go back to the incense room to rest first." ”

Shen Zhongyi took the wooden sign, "um" and said: "Mrs. Liu, I was going to visit Grandmother Ling's old woman Liu, and now I just go over, you can lead the way." ”

If so, the two of them each took the wooden sign and walked to the incense shop.

As the eldest grandson of the empress, Shen Zhongyi has a noble status, and it is impossible for him to go out alone.

They had just walked out of the peony garden, and Xiong Yuan, who came out of nowhere, followed him and followed Shen Zhongyi's side, like a personal guard.

Not long after the three of them left, a forty-year-old middle-aged monk and a maid dressed in men's clothes happened to enter the peony garden and walked up to the top of the mountain.

According to the habit, as soon as he came to the top of the mountain, he first guarded the flower garden for many years.

He, like Uncle Jueyuan, is a person who likes to serve flowers and grass, so Uncle Shi let him take care of the flower garden.

Seeing that the flowers in the flower garden were safe and sound, the monk nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the thatched pavilion not far away, and put his hands together towards the messenger sent by the empress to take the flowers this year, and said: "Zheng Niangzi, the poor monk has just gone to see the peony flowers to pay tribute to Shengrao, and there is no problem. ”

As she spoke, the maid in men's clothes walked up to Zheng Wanqing and stood beside her.

Zheng Wanqing only looked at the monk and smiled: "It turns out that it's okay, it seems that I was too nervous, and I bothered the master to run away on purpose." ”

The monk shook his head, indicating that it was okay, and then returned to the main word: "Zheng Niangzi can now go to the flower garden with the poor monk, and recognize which flower is the newly cultivated peony presided over by Jueyuan." In less than half an hour, the peony garden competition should begin. ”