The old man's beard was lightly twisted, Qing'er was busy working in the mountains for two or three hours, the dew-soaked skin was white and jade, the wind and charm rhyme, under the creamy snow skin, revealing the natural pink red, the eyebrows were as smart as the water of the Tianshan Mountains, like looking at the moon in the water, the clouds and mist were hazy, "Young man, meeting is fate." ”

Qing'er looked up and noticed that the old monk was followed by a man with indifferent eyes and smooth compelling, without the weakness of a literati or the roughness of a military general.

The narrow pupils add a splendor to the handsomeness.

A strand of hair brushed against his cheeks, with a fleeting light, all the more unfathomable.

Plum blossoms fall like snow, the light purple figure is more and more slender and straight, handsome and unique, like a touch of purple clouds mixed with the snow and rain, noble and unique, clear and transparent, especially a pair of eyes, like the tallest one on the banyan tree, looking soft and unhindered, but it is a ruthless and cold-hearted person.

The man nodded slightly, and Qing'er returned the salute, which was regarded as a greeting.

"The old man sees that the donor talks extraordinary, and has such wisdom, can he allow the old man to count a hexagram for the donor." The man was stunned when he heard this, but for a moment, he reorganized his thoughts.

Qing'er shrugged indifferently, "It's okay to tell fortunes, but I don't have any money, and I came here to have a meal." ”

The old monk laughed, "The donor can come to this temple to eat, it is a blessing for my temple, can the donor let the old man see the palm print." ”

Qing'er's white porcelain skin was dyed with a faint flush at some point, it could be broken by blowing, it was cute in its laziness, the glass was clear, the palm lines were clear, it was clear at a glance, the old monk turned around and signaled the man not to make a sound, and the man's cold black eyes stared at Qing'er leisurely and elegantly, making her uncomfortable. The old man whispered:

Reborn from the fire,

Sleepy dragon game deep water,

The golden phoenix is auspicious and rich,

Marriage is a lot of calamities, don't be persistent.

The bitter cold of the fragrance of plum blossoms comes,

The moon clears the west to the phoenix,

The queen is happy in heaven and earth,

Hand in hand with the sun and the moon in life!

The old monk's eyes showed a scorching light, and his whole body exuded bursts of unbelievable golden aura.

The man's eyebrows tightened, "Master, is she that?" The man's surprised gaze stared at Qing'er without hesitation. The breeze is blowing, the man's purple clothes are fluttering, his eyes are flowing, like a touch of lilac clouds and smoke flowing down from the nine heavens, and the big peonies are swaying gently with his steps, as if the clouds are coming, accompanied by a group of flowers. The tone is intimate but not intimate, the eyebrows are like March willows, with a chic like the wind, but it can't hide the luxury around him.

The old monk's face softened slightly with her hurried steps, and he smiled, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the person you are destined to have appeared, but her palm print is a little strange, and the old man has not understood it for a while. ”

The man is the current prince, and today he is going to discuss the chess game with the host master, but the chess game on the table was broken by such a coincidence, "The host deliberately prevented the prince from saying that the prince just now should stretch out his left hand, not his right hand, to dispel her concerns." ”

"The prince has been looking for many years and there is no news, today's chance encounter, it must be a hint in the heavens, let me say this, the future things will rise and fall, ups and downs, the prince everything must go with the flow, and can not kill all around, and ruin the soul." The old monk is serious, and his fate has its own fixed number, and the blessings and misfortunes depend on their respective creations.

Although the black eyes of the lacquer are still smiling, they are as quiet as a winter lake, deep and uneventful, the old monk Bing Ran raised his hand, "Prince, Fenglin Temple can have the support of several generations of the Wenren family today, and the old man will not be ungrateful." The voice drifted away, and the faint scent of plum blossoms in the air.

The crown prince walked down the mountain, and the guards raised the curtain of the car, "Your Royal Highness the prince, do you want to rush back to the city for lunch?" ”

"There's no hurry, wait." Raising his eyes and looking in the direction of the hall, the little girl looked exquisite, but after all, she did not escape her innocence and recklessness, and she couldn't help but think of her daughter's shy and playful appearance, and an inexplicable restlessness suddenly rose in her heart.

A burst of brisk footsteps came slowly, Qing'er hummed a small tune, the song was in her ears, like a clear spring ticking, contained in her heart, the prince commanded through the curtain, "Please take the little brother together." ”

The guards were ordered to block her way, "Our young master asks you to go down the mountain together." "The carriage is richly decorated, only eight horses, and the identity is at least a prince or something, such a person will never have the idea of playing a small house.

Originally, the legs were sore, sleepy and swollen, and someone took the initiative to ask them to take a ride, of course. The guard respectfully stepped forward to raise the curtain, Qing'er smiled and got into the car and was about to thank her, her eyebrows twisted slightly, "Why are you?" ”

A vague smile slipped across the corner of the prince's mouth, and he picked up a book and handed it over, "You can read a book on the way to relieve boredom." Qing'er was boring, someone let him take a ride for free, and he didn't seem to have malicious intent, the prince's black eyes flashed cold, the guards hurriedly withdrew their arms, and Qing'er jumped up lightly.

When Qing'er was in college, she was exposed to some knowledge of ancient literature, and she couldn't help but laugh when she thought it was preparing for the present. Turning it over, the content of this book can be described as a political textbook, and there are some discussions on the art of war, and the pages are worn badly, "Childe likes this book very much?" ”

"Where do you see that?"

She raised the book in her hand, "The book cover is quite neat and clean, but the contents inside are more worn than the outer skin, presumably the son is diligent in reading it, but ......"

With a smile in his eyes, a cold and slightly raised tone in his voice, the prince's eyebrows and long peaks flew obliquely into his sideburns, his eyes were as deep and restrained as cold stars, his straight nose bridge and tight lip line outlined the collapse of the sky and the earth, and he did not change his color and remained calm and cold, "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"The art of war is cloudy, the mountain road is steep, when the above is high and attacked, every waterway, by the wind and water plus the fire attack, these are random and change, but the book will become rigid, the person who wrote the book can not say that he has no combat experience, but it is also shallow." He is a small guy, in front of him, who is either rich or expensive, and he asked her to take a taxi in a good manner, and he took out such an esoteric book, and the ghost believed that it was her who relieved her boredom, but when they met in Pingshui, they couldn't figure out what the other party's temptation was.

This kind of tone sounds extremely young to anyone, but it is different from the kind of youthful and flamboyant, but it seems to have been polished by time precipitation, like pearls, like flowing water piercing boulders, and like plum blossoms tufted with spring snow, with a calm, composed, neither high nor low, not close and not alienated. The prince's dry heart seemed to have met Ganlin, and it became moist little by little.

"You've read a lot?"

"Hmm." Qing'er did not shirk and happily admitted that this was the case.

"Where does the little brother live, I will go to the house to ask for advice or two."