Towards the end of the palace banquet, Marquis Ning Yuan was drunk and unconscious, and when the banquet left, he was carried into the carriage by the palace people, and Mrs. Ming was in the same carriage as him to take care of it.

Ming Ran sat in the other carriage she had prepared, and because she was still slightly drunk in her mind, as soon as she returned home, she went back to her room and fell asleep.

A dreamless night until dawn.

As soon as Ming Ran got up early in the morning, he heard that Mrs. and Marquis Ning Yuan went to the Rongguo Mansion.

The strangest thing is that I didn't bring her.

Rong Guogong is old, and in the early years, he didn't care about the government affairs of the court and lived in the mansion.

Every New Year, Rong Guogong is most concerned about the day when Ming Dye went to the house, and he waited for Ming Dye to kowtow to him early in the morning.

But today, Mrs. Ming and Marquis Ning Yuan left her.

Mingran sat on a wooden bench in the middle of the room, looking out of the door with one hand on his cheek.

The mahogany door was open, and the cold wind poured into the house, blowing on the surface of the bright dye.

Zhu Qing hurriedly walked into the house, "Miss, the housekeeper is here to report, and the prince of Runwang is at the gate of the mansion." ”

Mingran was in a panic, and she didn't know where to go for a while, she got up from the stool and grinned, put on her cloak, and took Zhuqing to the door of the house.

A thin layer of snow foam had accumulated on the official road at the entrance of the mansion, and the butler had ordered his servants to sweep the snow early in the morning, and in less than an hour, the snow had covered the road again.

An Xuqiao stood at the gate of the mansion in a snow-white cloak, forming a color with heaven and earth.

Ming Ran quickly ran to his side and looked back and forth, "Where's your carriage?" ”

An Xuqiao smiled slightly, "Dyeing, of course, this New Year is to watch the excitement, what's the fun of sitting in the carriage?" ”

Ming Ran glanced up at the sky, although the snow rarely stops this year, but it has always been a light snow, if you really take a walk to the city.

"How do you know I'm in the house today?"

An Xuqiao glanced at the door of the Marquis Ningyuan's mansion, "I also came to look for you on the first day of the new year last year, but you went to the Rongguo Mansion, and I wanted to try my luck today, but I didn't want you to be really in the mansion." ”

Ming Ran smiled and patted An Xuqiao on the shoulder, "Count you kid lucky." ”

After speaking, she turned to Zhu Qing and said, "You go to Su Mansion and invite Miss Su to come out to play, I invited her to go to Long Street together for the New Year some time ago." ”

Zhuqing took two steps forward and whispered: "Miss, the last time Fuyue went to invite Miss Su, she was stopped by the aunt of Sufu, and she went again today, can the aunt release her?" ”

Ming Ran frowned slightly, and suddenly felt upset when he thought of the Su family's affairs.

An Xuqiao interjected: "Don't invite outsiders today, Miss Su is weak, and she has to take care of her if she comes out." ”

"You haven't seen her before, how do you know she's weak?"

"Didn't you say that she had a severe cold, so you asked you to help her find out about her mother's death?"

Ming Ran immediately covered his mouth and looked around left and right, "Who asked you to mention it?" ”

An Xuqiao pursed her lips, and then pulled her forward, "Let's go, the street is lively today." ”

The long street of the capital is crowded with people, and the people shuttle on this wide avenue that is full of people.

On the door frames of the shops on both sides of the street, every household is pasted with a happy couplet. At the entrance of many shops, many vendors set up stalls, rouge gouache, pen, ink and paper paintings.

The shouting and shouting, the elation of children, the laughter of adults, and the noisy noise on this long street.

A colorful umbrella stall catches Meizen's attention, and she steps forward to pick up a bright red oil-paper umbrella.

"I want this umbrella."

Tiny snowflakes fall on their heads, and some melt into water that flows down their faces, freezing to death.

Zhuqing stepped forward and paid the silver.

Ming Ran wore a crescent white cloak, and a bright red umbrella propped up on her head.

Tourists passing by looked sideways and marveled at the woman's appearance.

An Xuqiao walked up to her, took the umbrella in her hand, and held it up for her.

Under a red umbrella, a man and a woman attracted the admiration of countless men and women passing by.

An Xuqiao's heart was extremely satisfied with the situation at this moment, and she asked about the drunkenness of the palace banquet yesterday.

Ming Ran looked at the bustle on the street and responded to him lightly.

The two of them gradually walked to the end of the long street, and saw the people walking in groups towards the temple where they were sitting at the end.

Mingran pointed in the direction of Fusheng Temple, "Let's also go and worship the Bodhisattva?" ”

As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran lightly up the 100-step stone steps of the temple.

A towering ancient tree stands on the side of the temple gate, there are snowflakes on the dry branches, the snow on the ground has been trampled by the people who pass, and in the middle of the temple there is an incense burner with light smoke, and the pious people go around the incense burner and walk to the temple gate in the middle.

Mingran followed a woman with a girl with her.

Stepping into the threshold of the temple gate, a gold-lacquered Buddha statue in the temple squatted in the middle, overlooking the people who entered the temple.

"Dye, make a wish." An Xuqiao walked behind her, and when he saw her standing in place and hesitated, he knelt on the cushion first, closed his eyes and pleaded.

Ming Ran also knelt on the cushion that Zhuqing placed in front of her with her hands folded, looking up at the Buddha statue with kind eyebrows, and for a moment she forgot her wish when she came urgently.

In fact, she wanted to make a wish that all this was a dream, and she had traveled to ancient times for almost two years, and she experienced the boring life of ancient times, she missed the Internet, missed her mobile phone, and missed the freedom to go wherever she wanted.

She misses her dad and misses ...... Xiao Mo.

She wanted to ask the Buddha to let her return to her own world, but she thought that she was drowning in the sea in modern times, in case her body had been eaten by a shark?

What if your soul travels back and becomes a lonely ghost with no body to attach to?

Forget it, don't dare to take such a risk.

At the moment, she is still the concubine of a marquis's mansion, which is better than the soul wandering around.

Ming Ran closed his eyes slightly, and silently thought in his heart, please Buddha bless my father's health, don't be sad about my affairs, and ask the Buddha to bless the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion and the Rongguo Mansion for a good life.

"What did you wish?" An Xuqiao approached her and looked at her with a hippie smile on her face.

Ming Ran got up and glanced at him, "Since you made a wish, of course I can't tell you." ”

She walked outside, ignoring his questioning.

"Why don't I tell you what I wished?"

He followed closely behind Mingran, and he didn't give up wanting to know Mingran's wishes.

"I'm hungry, go to the drunken sky tower to eat?"

An Xuqiao knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he had to obediently stop asking more, in case he asked two more words, this ancestor could not guarantee that he would not leave him.

A few people left the temple and walked towards the street of the drunken heavenly tower.

Walking on a moon-arched bridge, Ming Ran couldn't help but stop in the middle, she looked down at the pedestrians passing under the bridge, and asked lightly, "What wish did you make?" ”

An Xuqiao smiled mysteriously, "If you tell me, I'll tell you." ”

"Hmph, I love to talk about it." She flicked her sleeves and turned, ready to take a step.

He immediately grabbed her, stood in front of her, put away the impropriety on his face, and said, "I ask the Buddha to bless me that after you and Ji, I can ask the emperor for marriage as I wish." ”

"You say...... What the? Mingran asked cautiously, staring at him carefully.

An Xuqiao saw her look of disbelief, "I ask the Buddha to bless me with a smooth ......"

Ming Ran interrupted what he was about to say later, raised his tone, and said angrily, "An Xuqiao." ”

"Dye?" He looked uneasy, a little flustered by her sudden anger.

Ming Ran took a long breath and said softly, "We are brothers, you actually said such a thing." ”

"Who's a brother with you?" An Xuqiao was bored.

"It's okay not to be a brother or a sister."

An Xuqiao couldn't help but sneer, "Mingran, do you really not know my heart for you?" ”

Pedestrians passing by on the bridge occasionally looked sideways at the two arguing people, with a sneering look on their faces.

Ming Ran was embarrassed to be seen, and didn't want to continue to entangle with him, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him away and ran down the arch bridge.

Zhu Qing threw away the Luo umbrella in his hand in fright and chased after him.

An Xuqiao slowly squatted down and picked up the umbrella on the ground, he raised his eyes to look at the gradually blurred figure, stood up and sneered.

She really didn't understand her mind.