Zhao Youling's eyesight is extremely good, and he has already seen the appearance of Zhao Heng, the emperor's eldest son, that Shen Rongzi said. The last time she accompanied Mrs. Shen to the Cixin Nunnery and passed by Wanhua Temple, it was this young monk who stopped Mrs. Shen to ask for peace.

Zhao Heng is the person she is looking for!

Mu Hanchi and Shen Zhao actually found Zhao Heng as well, could it be that they were looking for Zhao Heng for the same purpose as her?

Zhao Heng put his hands together on his chest, and his white face was peaceful and peaceful.

Shen Zhao looked impatient, and helplessly shook his sleeves and turned his back on his hands.

Mu Hanchi clenched his hands into fists and said goodbye to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Youling could only see his back, and she didn't know what the expression on his face was, but with her understanding of Mu Hanchi, Mu Hanchi's expression should not fluctuate at all, and Shen Zhao's troubles would not affect his mood at all.

Mu Hanchi and Shen Zhao rode away, Zhao Heng kept his hands folded, watched their figures disappear, and then turned around and was about to enter the temple gate, subconsciously glanced at the mountain road.

Shen Rongzi hurriedly turned around and pulled Zhao Youling towards the mountain. When Zhao Youling looked back again, the door of Wanhua Temple was empty.

"Doesn't Wanhua Temple accept people to enter the incense?"

After passing through Wanhua Temple twice, the front of Wanhua Temple is very quiet, not like the temple where incense is flourishing. It is impossible for the temple where the prince is a monk to practice without incense, Zhao Youling asked curiously.

Shen Rongzi nodded, and immediately shook his head.

Wanhua Temple belongs to the royal temple, usually does not receive the people into the fire, but there are three Buddhist ceremonies every year, respectively on the first day of the first month, the fifth day of the fifth month of May and the ninth day of the first month of September, the people of the world can participate in the Buddhist ceremonial event.

"When the clock and drums are ringing, the sound of Buddha is lingering, and the incense is dyed for ten miles."

Shen Rongzi looked very yearning, Zhao Youling asked her, but she had never participated in the Buddhist ceremony once.

"My grandmother said that anyone could have a lot of eyes, and I wasn't allowed to participate."

"There are less than two months left before the Double Ninth Day, so let's go over and take a look this year. I'm curious about what the Buddha ceremony is like. ”

Zhao Youling and Shen Rongzi chatted while walking, and soon arrived at the Cixin Nunnery.

Master Minghui was too retreating, and only a soft-faced nun received Zhao Youling and Shen Rongzi. Shen Rongzi took the small box of gilded nanmu that Zhao Youling put at her feet and handed it to the nun.

"This is what my grandmother asked me to bring alms. Master Minghui is here, you can help me take over. I don't know what it is, but my grandmother should have sent it useful. ”

If it weren't for the wax oil sealed in the mouth of the Nanmu box, Shen Rongzi would have opened it a long time ago to see what was inside.

The nun recited the Buddha's name, her face became more kind, and asked Shen Rongzi to go back to convey Master Minghui's gratitude to Mrs. Shen, took the box and walked out quickly. After a while, she turned around and asked Shen Rongzi to go to the dining hall with her for lunch.

The nun only asked Shen Rongzi to go with her, and Zhao Youling sat in place and did not move. Shen Rongzi thought to herself that her identity was more noble than Zhao Youling, maybe Master Minghui ordered her subordinates to treat her extraordinarily, she smiled apologetically at Zhao Youling, and left with the nun.

The sunlight shined through the grass curtain on the window of the meditation room, sprinkling on Zhao Youling's body and face, casting light and shadow intertwined.

Picking up the white porcelain cup in front of him, looking at the green tea tip floating in the cup, inhaling the faint fragrance of tea, his mood suddenly relaxed.

Empty your brain, close your eyes slightly, and enjoy this rare transcendent state of mind.

A wisp of vague fragrance wafted in, not the fragrance of flowers outside the window, nor the fragrance of tea in front of her, Zhao Youling opened her eyes and saw the white-clothed nun who walked in silently, she hurriedly stood up.

Say hello with your hands folded in front of your chest.

"Master Chen."

Shen Yunying looked at her daughter, resisted the excitement in her heart, kept a peaceful smile on her face, and raised her hand to signal that Zhao Youling did not have to be formal.

Shen Yunying sat cross-legged on a futon made of reeds.

Seeing this, Zhao Youling also reached out to take the futon, and Shen Yunying hurriedly stopped her.

The reed grass futon was not as comfortable as the cotton mat, and Shen Yunying smiled and pushed the cotton mat in front of Zhao Youling.

Zhao Youling didn't dare not pull, if she had to sit on the reeds and row the futon, she would seem to be ignorant of the other party's kindness.

"I made a few vegetarian side dishes, if the princess doesn't dislike it, you can try it."

"I don't dislike it, I like it. Master Lichen calls me Youling or Ling'er, and I'm embarrassed to call me the princess. ”

Last time she came to eat with Mrs. Shen and Master Lichen, at that time Lichen called her Ling'er, but today she called her the princess, which made Zhao Youling feel uncomfortable. She can't adapt to the identity of the princess of King Huai.

"Okay, the poor nun will be rude and call you Ling'er."

The daughter did not fly on the branch to become a phoenix, Shen Yunying was happy in her heart, and her eyes were full of love. Clapped his hands and high-fived to call people to serve the food, and soon Zhao Youling's front was full of all kinds of refreshing side dishes.

"This dish is clear water hibiscus, and the soup is made with morning dew, which is extraordinarily fresh and sweet. This is ......"

Shen Yunying introduced the dishes the same, Zhao Youling was amazed just by hearing the name of the dish, and when she moved her chopsticks to taste, she suspected that the dishes Shen Yunying made for her were not all in the mortal world.

"This dish should only be in heaven, how many times can I taste it in the world. Master Chen, you must have studied fasting. This dim sum is made like a painting, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to make it. ”

Zhao Youling ate to her heart's content, and secretly exclaimed in her heart that the trip was worthwhile. If she went to Wanhua Temple alone today, it would be a great loss to miss this table of food. The palace banquet is nothing more than that!

"If you like to eat, you can come to the Compassion Nunnery often, and I will make it for you...... As long as the poor nun is free, he will definitely make a fast for the benefactor. ”

Seeing that her daughter was eating happily, Shen Yunying was excited for a while and said that she would show her mouth. However, she found that Zhao Youling didn't notice anything unusual, and she secretly sighed. Even if you want to recognize your daughter in your heart, the time is not ripe, you can only press the impulse in your heart.

Shen Yunying reminded herself that she should pay extra attention to what she said and acted in the future, and she would never be killed because of a moment of negligence. Even if she is not afraid of death, it will affect her mother and brother in the Zhenguo Mansion, and even more so her daughter Zhao Youling. How could the Dog Emperor let Zhao Youling live!

After lunch, Zhao Youling and Shen Yunying chatted for a while, and Shen Yunying saw that she seemed sleepy and asked her to take a lunch break in the meditation room. Over there, Shen Rongzi had a little nun to accompany her, watching the waterfall on the top of the mountain, picking wildflowers, and having fun.

Zhao Youling slept until Shen, sat up in shock, and found that the sun outside the window had set in the west.

At this time, Shen Yunying came in with a cloth bag and asked her to go back and hand it to Mrs. Shen.

"I have to go back to the Huai Palace."

Zhao Youling reminded, and Shen Yunying couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. She forgot that her daughter was no longer the little embroidery girl in her brother's mansion, but now she was the princess of Huaiwang's mansion.

"Then you give it to the fifth lady of the Zhenguo Mansion and ask her to transfer it to Mrs. Tai, just say that this is a return gift from the Cixin Nunnery."

Shen Yunying handed the cloth bag to Zhao Youling, and patted the back of Zhao Youling's hand, as if she was extra cautious.