Along the way, the two met several couples with children who came to ask where they had bought their chick lanterns.

"Little sister, this lantern is for you."

Duanmu gave the lantern in her hand to a four or five-year-old girl, and the girl and her mother thanked her again and again, and happily went to the temple fair.

Looking at the girl's happy appearance, Duanmu Fei couldn't help but joke: "Ah Yan, should I find the stall owner who sells lanterns to take a cut?" ”

"Of course. My vision is so good. Feng Yan said with a smile. Of course, everything is good at home.

Duanmu Fei remembered that he had mistaken Feng Jing for Ma Liang at the lantern stall before, his eyes wandered for a while, and he looked at the Baiyun Temple not far ahead, and then realized that they had left the temple fair.

"Ah Yan, accompany me to Baiyun Temple tomorrow to make a vow." She cleared her throat and shifted.

Wish? Feng Yan was stunned at first, then remembered the peace charm, and reached out to touch the purse on his waist.

He looked at the Baiyun Temple in front of him, hooked his lips and smiled, "Why wait until tomorrow......"

Before Duanmu Fei could react, he was pulled forward by Feng Yan, and the two walked through a small forest and came to a back door of Baiyun Temple.

Feng Yan handed the lantern in his hand to Duanmu Fei, and then looked up at the high wall in front of him.

Duanmu took the lantern he handed him stupidly, followed his gaze and looked at the wall, blinked, and suddenly understood something.

Could it be ......

As if to verify her thoughts, she saw Feng Yan jump up slightly, grabbed a branch with both hands, and then kicked on the trunk twice with his foot, and jumped lightly onto the branch.

He was an old climber of trees, and after climbing up a branch, he jumped on the branch to the top of the wall and jumped down.

Outside the wall, only Duanmu Fei remained.

Duanmu looked at the empty wall without blinking, his heart pounding, a little nervous, and a little expectant.

"Duanmu four...... Son. ”

At this moment, a familiar male voice suddenly came from behind her.

Duanmu was stunned, turned around with the lantern in her hand, and saw a young man in a blue brocade robe in the grove in front of her walking towards her, the folding fan in his hand fanning slightly, and strolling leisurely.

"Mu ...... The third son. ”

Duanmu Fei looked at Mu Youjing, who was gradually approaching, bowed his head slightly politely, and said in his heart: It's really a coincidence.

On the contrary, Mu Youjing was hot-hearted, and secretly rejoiced: fortunately, he saw that the wedding was over, and he came out for a walk with nothing to do......

Mu Youjing quickened her pace, and when she saw Duanmu Fei holding a lantern in her hand, she knew that she was out to play.

"Fourth Prince Duanmu, did you sneak out to visit the temple fair?" Mu Youjing looked at Duanmu Fei with a smile and stopped two or three steps away from her.

He knew that Han Xing was called by the concubine after today's banquet, so there was a chance that Duanmu Fei slipped out to play alone.

Thinking about it, Mu Youjing's eyes became more and more dark, and the smile on the corners of his lips became stronger, "Don't worry, I won't tell others." ”

"......" Duanmu Fei could only purse his lips and smile. Actually, she didn't care what he told others.

Mu Youjing saw that Duanmu Fei didn't speak, but she had a grudge against herself for Kang Yunxia's matter, and said: "The girl's starling brother was poisoned, I also heard the little scorpion father-in-law say, and I blame me for not knowing anyone, but I didn't expect Miss Kang to ......."

He let out a long sigh, and didn't say anything more about Kang Yunxia's not.

"I hope the girl will give me a chance to make up for it." Mu Youjing looked at Duanmu Fei apologetically, polite, "I don't know what Xiaoba likes to eat and play?" I'll bring some for it another day. ”

The corners of Duanmufei's eyes twitched slightly.

This time, she couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Thank you for the kindness of the third prince, so I won't bother with the son." Duanmu Fei smiled slightly, and said meaningfully, "My little eight is very afraid of life." ”

Mu Youjing's face stiffened slightly, and the folding fan in his hand paused suddenly, he didn't expect Duanmu Fei to refuse him.

He looked at Duanmu Fei's smiling little face, and couldn't tell for a while, whether she was telling the truth or making excuses to perfunctory herself.

Mu Youjing didn't give up easily, and Wen Sheng proposed: "Fourth girl Duanmu, it's late at night, it's not safe for you to be here alone, why don't I send you back to Canghailin." ”

Duanmu Fei glanced at the wall of Baiyun Temple again, and it was not easy to say that she and Feng Yan were "climbing over the wall", so she could only say vaguely: "Fourth Master Mu, I'm waiting for someone, don't be in a hurry to leave." ”

The folding fan in Mu Youjing's hand paused suddenly, and the hand holding the folding fan subconsciously exerted force, and his face was a little hot.

He had never curried favor with a girl in such a low voice, he was a prince, and for as long as he could remember, other women had revolved around him, flattering him and pandering to him......

It was the first time that a girl's family had rejected his kindness again and again.

"Duanmu Fourth Girl......" Mu Youjing raised his leg and walked half a step closer to Duanmufei, wanting to take Duanmufei's hand and persuade her not to be willful......

At this moment, there was a sudden "squeak" in front of me.

The gnarled sound of the door opening was particularly harsh in the silence of the woods.

Mu Youjing subconsciously looked in the direction where the door opened, and in the darkness, the small door embedded in the wall opened halfway, and then there was a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Whoosh!"

A stone the size of a dragon's eye flew towards him as fast as lightning......

Mu Youjing was startled, and subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, but the stone flew too fast, and after he was stunned, he hid a step slowly, and the stone happened to pass by Mu Youjing's right arm, and there was a tingling pain in his arm.

"Boom!"

The stone slammed down on an old pine not far behind, and the branches shook violently, and countless pine needles fell like a drizzle.

The movement here attracted the little girl brought by Mu Youjing to look over this side as well.

"Who?!"

Mu Youjing frowned, and asked sharply in the direction behind the door, and heard a voice that seemed to be laughing sounded in the shadows behind the door: "Yo, isn't this Cousin Jing?!" ”

The other party's voice was too familiar, Mu Youjing heard it at once, his face was slightly gloomy, and his first thought was: "Why is he" here?

In the next moment, I saw a tall young man in a blue lotus-colored brocade robe striding out from behind the door and walked to Duanmu Fei's side.

The lantern in Duanmu Fei's hand emitted an orange light, illuminating the young man's handsome face, his long crow-like hair was half-tied and half-draped, a pair of phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his gaze shot towards Mu Youjing like a sword.

Mu Youjing looked at Feng Yan and Duanmu Fei in front of him, and suddenly understood in his heart, a mixture of humiliation, anger, and unwillingness surged in his heart: it turned out that Duanmu Fei came out with Feng Yan!

Feng Yan sighed faintly, and threw a pebble in his right hand up casually, "Rude and rude." I thought it was a gentleman from somewhere! ”

He said that he was rude, but there was no apology on his face.

"Childe, are you alright?" The chamberlain, dressed as a servant, hurriedly ran to Mu Youjing's side, looking his master up and down worriedly.

Mu Youjing raised his hand and motioned for the chamberlain to retreat, his handsome face was so gloomy that it seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, and he called in a cold voice: "Cousin Yan." ”

As soon as the cold evening breeze blew, the lantern in Duanmu Fei's hand shook slightly, and the light also swayed, casting a strange shadow on Mu Youjing's face, making his whole person look gloomy and deep.

Feng Yan smiled again, threw away the pebbles in his hand, and arched his hand casually, "Cousin Jing, then Zhen Zhen and I won't bother you to visit the temple fair." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, so he took Duanmu Fei's hand, "Zhen Zhen, let's go, let's go to the Bodhisattva to make a wish." ”

The two walked towards the Baiyun Temple with a smile and a smile, and neither of them looked at Mu Youjing again.

Mu Youjing stood quietly in place, not moving, just looking at the backs of the two of them in a daze, the light moved away from him with Duanmu Fei, and his figure was completely shrouded in darkness.

A pair of dark eyes were as deep as the bottomless abyss, like the condensed ice, cold with a little gloom.

The waiter dressed as a small servant hung his head silently, not daring to look directly at his master.

Duanmufei, who entered Baiyun Temple, had already forgotten Mu Youjing, and walked in front with great interest to lead the way for Feng Yan.

Feng Yan was a little absent-minded, and as he walked, he glanced back at the person he came.

From his position at the moment, Mu Youjing could not be seen for a long time, but Feng Yan's heart was still a little unhappy, he raised his sword eyebrows, and said in his heart: Fortunately, his mother was clever and gave Zhen Zhen early, otherwise, he would not be able to drive these flies away so reasonably.

Feng Yan squinted, his gaze moved up slightly, and he fixed on a big tree in the temple, feeling that these secret guards, one or two brains are like wooden fish, and some people covet his Zhen Zhen and don't look at it much......

"Ah Yan, I remember that the Daxiong Treasure Hall should be going that way."

Duanmu Fei pointed forward with the left hand of the lantern and smiled at him, in the orange light, her smile was warm and sweet.

Feng Yan intuitively responded, his mind went blank, and only his Zhen Zhen was left in his eyes.

The two held hands and continued to walk forward, the temple was dark and quiet, and there was a faint noise outside the temple, which made the Baiyun Temple more solemn and quiet at night.

The two soon came to the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there was no one around except the two of them.

Feng Yan moved neatly, and pushed open the door with a "squeak", but Duanmufei, who rarely did bad things, was a little weak-hearted, and subconsciously looked around.

The only thing that answered her was the sound of the wind stirring the branches that night.

"Rustling ......"

In the hall, it is dim, the two rows of candles on the candle stands on both sides illuminate the huge hall, and the tall and majestic Buddha statue in front of it sits quietly cross-legged as usual, and the treasure is solemn.

A strong smell of incense and candles came to the face, which made people feel refreshed.

Duanmu Fei casually put the lantern under the eaves, and followed Feng Yan into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the two knelt down on a futon, closing their eyes and palms.

Duanmu solemnly bowed three times and kowtowed to make a vow.

She was about to get up when she heard Feng Yan's voice ringing in her ears: "Zhen Zhen." ”

In the silent room, his clear voice echoed slightly, as if it had been whispered in her ear.

Duanmu Fei turned his head to look at him beside him, he was still kneeling on the futon, but he was still a lot taller than her, in the candlelight, his familiar phoenix eyes seemed to be shining with bright starlight, and it seemed to be burning with two clusters of flames, bright and clear.

Duanmu looked at those beautiful eyes in a daze, didn't react for a while, and suddenly had an impulse in his heart to paint a picture for him.

"Zhen Zhen," Feng Yan looked at her for a moment, and said solemnly, "I won't let you wait too long." ”

In the few words, his eyes brightened.

During this period of time, he ran around without telling the emperor, and it was finally worth the trip.

For his Zhenzhen, for his mother, for his eldest brother...... For the sake of those who died, he would be even more angry.

This is his vow.

Today he took an oath in front of the Buddha.

Someday, he will bring her here again to make a vow!

Duanmu looked at him straightly, feeling as if he was about to be sucked in by these eyes.

She hooked her lips and smiled, her fair skin was as delicate as the glazed white porcelain in this dimly lit temple, her thick curly eyelashes trembled gently like a butterfly twice, she smiled skillfully, her curved eyebrows and eyes smiled as clear and white as the silver moon, with a kind of gentleness and tranquility from the bottom of her heart, as bright as spring, and she was warm and warm all over.

She didn't say anything, just silently grabbed him with her own hand, and clasped her fingers together.

She knew he could!

He looked at her, stupid, scorching, as if he had been seeing the soul beneath it through this skin.

His resignation!

The surroundings are silent, the evening breeze outside the hall gusts, "bang", the candle flame in the lantern is blown out by a fierce evening breeze, the outside of the hall is dark, it is as black as ink, only the main entrance of the hall of the great majesty reveals a little light......

Suddenly, the monk's shout was faintly heard in the distance:

"Senior brother, do you see that the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is not closed?"

"It seems to be, you hurry up and take a look!"

As the conversation sounded, there was a messy footstep outside, getting louder and louder.

Duanmu Fei hurriedly got up, and when he saw that Feng Yan was still stunned, he took his hand and ran towards the back door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Almost the moment the two closed the back door, a monk came to the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looked at the lantern on the ground suspiciously, and said to himself: "Strange? Why is there an extra lantern here? ”

Duanmu was stunned, and then remembered that she had forgotten the lantern.

She stuck out her tongue and exchanged a look with Feng Yan, and both of them couldn't help but laugh, like mischievous children, sly and happily.

The silver moon and stars in the night sky take it all in.

Late at night, the temple fairs outside gradually dispersed, each returned to its own family, and the entire Gusu City returned to its former peace.

This lively night is fleeting, and the inside and outside of the sea forest are cleaned up, and only the red lanterns hanging inside and outside announce the happy event of yesterday.

The three dynasties returned to the door, and on February 21, that is, the morning of the third day after Shu Yun got married, he returned to the door with his husband Zeng Yuanjie, but because the emperor was unwell, he only kowtowed outside Hanhui Hall.

Rao is Shu Yun is no matter how worried he is, he can't make trouble today and make people laugh, so he can only go to the second prince Mu Youchang with Zeng Yuanjie casually.

The newlyweds had lunch with Mu Youchang and Chu Qingyu in the Ming Se Pavilion, and then left Canghailin.

Whether it was Shu Yun or Zeng Yuanjie, they knew in their hearts that some things were not appropriate, because they couldn't meet the emperor, so they even omitted the step of recognizing their relatives, which always made people feel a little unjustified.

However, the wood has been completed, and Shu Yun can only suppress the anxiety in his heart......

The others in the sea forest seemed to be unaware of this, and they all devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the preparation for the return trip.

Everyone's heart is silently counting down, four days, three days, two days......

In the midst of all the anticipation, February 25 finally arrived.

The emperor set off under the farewell of a group of Jiangnan officials and people, and the return procession was still mighty, and under the premise that the number of people did not decrease, a lot of carriages were added, carrying the "heart" of Jiangnan officials and wealthy businessmen to honor the emperor.

The return journey is like the outbound journey, with dry roads alternating with waterways.

On February 28, the emperor arrived at Jiangning Mansion, had a glimpse of Jiangning with his ministers, and also visited Jiangning weaving;

On March 16, the emperor went to Pengcheng to inspect the river workers and rewarded the thousands of river soldiers with a month's worth of money and grain;

On March 20, the emperor arrived at the junction of the Huang, Huai, and Yun rivers, inspected the embankments, inspected the bridge gates, and crossed the Yellow River;

On April 11, the emperor paid homage to the Holy Forest and wrote a poem.

With Cen Yin there, the emperor seemed to be more comfortable, just caring about the mountains and rivers, and brought back a few girls all the way north, as for the affairs of patrolling the people's livelihood and watching the military exercises, all of them were handed over to Cen Yin and the three cabinet ministers, and even the recitals sent from the capital were handed over to Cen Yin for approval.

The emperor went to the Holy Forest accompanied by a group of officials, Feng Yan did not accompany him today, quietly got off the boat early in the morning, rode his horse to the west of Wenyang City, and came to an empty alley.

He turned over and dismounted, and went to play by himself, while he walked to a house that did not even have a plaque, and raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk"

The knock on the door sounded in a rhythmic way, especially loud and clear in the empty alley.

The vermilion lacquer door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man who was dressed up and had a thin body quickly glanced at Feng Yan and invited him in.

"Childe, please."

Before closing, the chief looked back and forth in the alley outside the door, and then closed the door with confidence.

Outside the alley, it was quiet, only a sturdy black horse ran towards a few big trees at the end of the alley, "get it", and the slight sound of horses' hooves echoed.

The house was quieter than in the alley, like an empty house with no people, and the entourage who walked in front of the guide did not speak, leading Feng Yan through a bluestone courtyard, turning a corner, and walking through a small green bamboo forest, walking along a cobblestone path, and seeing an octagonal pavilion with eaves and corners standing quietly by the pond.

Chang Sui stopped, and only stretched out his hand to make a petition.

Feng Yan walked leisurely in the direction of the pavilion, his steps were unhurried, and his expression was comfortable.

At this time, it is just the middle of the day, the sun is getting higher, the sun is warm, the surrounding lilacs are in full swing, and a spike of lilac flowers is like crystal like purple jade, dotted on the branches.

When the wind blows, a faint fragrance of flowers fills the air.

There were two people in the pavilion, one sitting and the other standing, both in their forties.

The two of them seemed to hear footsteps and turned their heads to look in the direction of Feng Yan.

The man standing looked to be in his early forties, of medium height, with a navy blue robe that could not hide his general's belly, and a few strands of silver mixed with his sideburns, at first glance he looked like a pampered squire, and when he looked closely, he would find that his eyes were full of light.

The blue-robed man looked at Feng Yan sharply, and at the same time, the man who was originally sitting also stood up, only to see him in a green shirt and scarf, and he was elegant and elegant.

Feng Yan still looked like he was smiling, as if he didn't care about the scorching and sharp gaze of the blue-robed man at all, and walked straight to the pavilion.

The elegant man in the green shirt in the pavilion took the lead in facing Feng Yan and said, "Childe." ”

"Mr. Hua," Feng Yan stopped outside the pavilion and arched his hand casually, first at the man in the green shirt, and then at the man in the blue robe, "Lord Dong." ”

These two are Hua Jingping, the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou, and Dong Qingda, the commander of the Wanzhou Weidu.

Dong Qingda, who was standing with his back hand, was still looking Feng Yan up and down, the seventeen-year-old boy was as tall as a bush of verdant bamboo, dressed in a dark black pattern of ten thousand bats flowing clouds, inlaid with dark silver embroidered piping, and the waist was inlaid with a jade embroidered cloud pattern belt, and the black hair like a crow feather was loosely tied, and there was such a casual and reckless taste in the description.

The golden sunlight softly sprinkled on the young man's face and body, making his phoenix eyes darker and brighter.

The gazebo blocked the sunlight above, and Dong Qingda stood in the shadow of the pavilion, the facial features on his face were a little blurry and dull, and his pupils were as deep as night.

It wasn't the first time he had seen Feng Yan, but at this moment, he had a feeling as if he had only met him today.

Dong Qingda didn't say anything, and Feng Yan didn't care, so he sat down in the pavilion with his robe and stretched out his hand to make an invitation, "Mr. Hua, Master Dong, please take a seat." ”

A few words reveal a kind of anti-customer-oriented taste.

Hua Jingping sat down in response, but Dong Qingda's legs were firmly nailed to the spot, his eyes were unfathomably black, and he asked straight to the point: "Feng Yan, did you 'get' that edict?" ”

Feng Yan didn't force the other party, raised his eyebrows, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "The edict is true." ”

"You...... What proof is there? Dong Qingda asked again.

He squinted at Feng Yan, and under his sharp eyes, it seemed that no secret could be hidden.

Feng Yan picked up the water cup, and Cheng Zhu said on his chest: "The seal and handwriting on the edict are all proof. After a pause, his speech slowed down a little, and he said slowly, "Now that I have a rubbing, I naturally have the original." Lord Dong, you should always know that the scroll used in the edict cannot be forged. ”

While speaking, the spring breeze blew outside the pavilion, the lilacs trembled on the branches, and the fragrance of the flowers was as light as floating smoke, floating into the pavilion and lingering on the tip of everyone's noses.

Dong Qingda took a deep breath, only to feel that the fragrant fragrance of flowers filled his chest, making people feel depressed.

He stared at Feng Yan without blinking, and asked again in a deep voice, "Even so, how do you convince me that you will be the Ming Lord?" ”

He was almost a word, and the air became cold and slightly stagnant.

Feng Yan's handsome and picturesque face was calm as usual, calm and calm.

Hua Jingping frowned, a little anxious in his heart, and said secretly: This Dong Qingda is really a intestine that leads to the end, and he can't speak!

No one is perfect, and there must be shortcomings if there are strengths.

Dong Qingda can't speak, but he is a general who is good at leading troops to fight, and he has experienced nearly 100 large and small wars in his life, all of which are invincible, and he has won more with less many times, and he can also be described as a legend in the army, which is praised.

Dong Qingda once worshiped the general army of Shuzhou, and the scenery was infinite.

However, because of a defeat five years ago, he was demoted several levels in a row and transferred to Wanzhou, where he has actually been idle all these years.

Dong Qingda is a usable general, so Hua Jingping will think about introducing him to Feng Yan.

Hua Jingping hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, when he heard Feng Yan ask without being alarmed: "Master Dong, then how do you need to believe it?" ”

He threw the question back to Dong Qingda.

Dong Qingda looked at Feng Yan quietly for a moment, and then clapped his high-fives twice, "Bang!" ”

Not far away, under an old locust tree with lush foliage, a young man in Tsing Yi holding a rectangular wooden box came over when he heard the sound and walked into the pavilion.

The servant placed the wooden box on the stone table, opened it, took out a roll of parchment from it, and spread it out on the stone table, and the terrain drawn on the parchment was immediately visible to everyone.

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