Ouyang Zhen saw that her eyes were wide open, as if he knew that she was going out, and he babbled "Auntie, aunt ......" and kept rubbing against her, wanting her to hug her.

Ouyang Zhen was pregnant, so naturally he couldn't hold her, so he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted her softly: "Ling Xiang is good, don't make trouble." Turning his head to Wan Hui, he said: "Then take it, just don't be too eye-catching, my aunt will follow her in a sedan chair, and Mingying will follow my sedan chair." Mingying is a child, and I'm afraid she will be unstable. ”

Wan Hui hurriedly agreed, and hurried down to prepare the things that Xiao Lingxiang used.

After some tidying up, when the sun rose, Concubine Chu's grandmother came to urge.

The group walked out of the Hou Mansion in a mighty way.

Along the way, the maids and grandmothers wore red and green, and the guards in front opened the way, and the banners were lined up, and the first powerful man of Chu State, Chu Dinghou, went to the 'Qingguo Temple' to incense, how was it not a sensational event?

Ouyang Zhen sat in the sedan chair, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out, only to see crowds on both sides of the street, all kinds of shops. There are also stalls selling noodles outside the store, some selling steamed buns, flower rolls, and some merchants carrying the girl's favorite hand towels, silk threads, and jewelry that are not so exquisite, all the way to the past.

Ouyang Zhen watched it with relish, it seems that Dexuan is right, the prosperity of this Chu Jing is not inferior to the capital of Huaguo, and the terrain of Chu is relatively flat, and the streets are very neat and wide, enough for ten horses to travel at the same time.

The houses on both sides also have the appearance of two-storey attics, with shops at the bottom and people living upstairs. The people who want to come and live are all small businessmen's families.

Because there were many pedestrians on the street, a bunch of people walked by in groups, mostly young men and women, the convoy of relatives in the Chu Mansion walked very slowly, Ouyang Zhen looked all the way, those young women, the men were full of excitement, and they walked all the way with a smile.

What a beautiful thing it is to live one life at a time. Ouyang Zhen sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel in front of him, Ouyang Zhen lifted the curtain to look, and saw several young people looking like young Confucian scholars in the teahouse on the left being pushed and escorted out by a team of officers and soldiers.

One of the students, dressed in light green, had his clothes scattered, and the Confucian crown on his head was also torn to the side, and he pulled his neck and shouted: "You lackeys who act for the tiger, can I and a few others talk about violating the national law here, you ...... You are fighting for the tiger, and you will not die well......"

His face was pale, and he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. The bruises on his neck protruded, and several others also cursed.

The officers and soldiers who escorted them didn't care how they scolded, and they fiercely dragged the iron shackles on their hands one by one. The man who led the team stepped forward and slapped the student who scolded him the most fiercely, until he was bleeding from his mouth.

"His grandfather's, a few of you are talking about the queen, the prince...... Hmph......" as he spoke, scolding, escorting them forward.

Ouyang Zhen's sedan chair swayed forward, and gradually their messy and thin figures disappeared from sight.

Ouyang Zhen remembered what Chu Huotian said that the two factions of the DPRK and China attacked each other, but he didn't expect it to come to this point.

After half an hour, Concubine Chu and her entourage arrived at the "Qingguo Temple". Ouyang Zhen looked at it and saw a sea of people in front of the temple, and the incense was vigorous.

Many of them were desperately squeezing forward with a handful of incense. The guards stepped forward one after another to open the way. Finally, a passable road was barely opened. Several old monks dressed in Ming Huang monk's clothes hurriedly bowed down from the temple to greet them. Yellow is the royal special color, it seems that this "Qingguo Temple" is a royal temple, no wonder it is built majestic, the incense is prosperous.

Concubine Chu took her grandmother's hand and entered through the front door of the temple, and several ladies got off the sedan chair and entered the temple one after another.

After entering the temple, she went to a quiet path next to her, Concubine Chu and the masters spoke softly and politely, and the ladies behind her smiled and walked all the way. Ouyang Zhen walked at the end and slowly looked around. After passing the double gate, the courtyard door behind him slowly closed, thinking that the main hall here is for the royal nobles to worship.

Concubine Chu wore a dark red embroidered begonia wrapped around the branch Siluo long dress, a long music bun on her head, a full eight treasure exquisite hairpin on her head, and various kinds of jewelry. Ouyang Zhen looked at her splendid and beautiful, and felt tired for her. But she is still tall and dignified, and she really doesn't lose her background to everyone.

Ouyang Zhen looked at himself, wearing a long skirt sprinkled with silver embroidered peony in a blue color, with a loose bun on his head, only a jasper hairpin, two Jinhua hairpins on each side, and only a pair of white jade bracelets on his hands, nothing else.

Mingying helped Ouyang Zhen to walk slowly, but a pair of smart eyes were turning around. Ouyang Zhen followed Concubine Chu and her party to a large meditation room.

The abbot is an old monk who is seventy years old, he stepped forward to join the Buddha, sang the Buddha's name, and met with Concubine Chu and the ladies.

Concubine Chu smiled kindly: "Master Abbot, this concubine came here today to disturb, so I want to burn a few pillars of incense, one to pray for peace in Hou Ye, and the other to ask for happiness and longevity for the family." ”

The abbot sang the Buddha's name, swept several ladies with a pair of old eyes, lowered his white eyebrows and smiled kindly: "It is a coincidence that the princess of Chu came today, the Rongde Zen master of my temple went out of the customs the day before yesterday, and said to the old man, there are distinguished guests coming on the seventh day of the first month, you can come out to see it." ”

When Concubine Chu and several ladies heard this, they all exclaimed in a low voice.

Concubine Chu hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Is that the Zen Master Rongde who was named the 'Zhenguo Zen Master' by the first emperor?" As he spoke, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he looked very excited. Liu Shiqiao had a look of surprise on her face, but she couldn't step forward to speak, and her jade hands only tightly twisted the handkerchief.

"I heard that Zen Master Rongde has been in retreat for ten years. Is it really out of the customs now? Concubine Chu hurriedly asked.

The abbot said: "Yes, Uncle Shi is out of the customs now, and he only reported it to the emperor the day before yesterday." Yesterday, the queen and others came over, but Uncle Shi couldn't see the queen because of his weak health. Today, Uncle Shi proposed to see Princess Chu, thinking that Princess Chu was a destined person. Amitabha! ”

When Concubine Chu heard this, her face was even more happy, if it weren't for her good upbringing, Xu would have jumped up. Several ladies were even more discussing. Seeing the looks on their faces, Ouyang Zhen knew that Zen Master Rongde must be a person of noble status.

Concubine Chu suppressed her excitement and saluted slightly: "Then please ask the abbot to introduce you on your behalf." ”