In the wing room of the royal temple, Prince Yan was lying lazily on the bed and didn't want to get up. He's been here for a while, and he's been around the temple for a while.

The weather outside the wing room was very cold, and it only snowed for the first time of the year last night, and there was a cold air everywhere, and Prince Yan was wrapped in a quilt and didn't want to move.

"Lord Wang, it's almost noon, get up quickly!" Fu Bo has already asked Prince Yan to get up several times, "The first snow fell last night, and the roof, trees, and ground were dyed with a layer of snow white, but it looks good, the prince should get up and enjoy the snow!" ”

"Can the snow in the capital be as big as in the northwest?" Prince Yan tightened the quilt, "It's just a thin layer of white ice, and it will melt in two days, what's there to reward." Stop yelling, Fauber, close the door. This ruined temple doesn't even have a hot kang, and those charcoal braziers don't matter at all, and they are cold to death. ”

"Lord Wang, then the old slave will go and buy you two braziers?"

"Don't, all the braziers here are burning some charcoal, and the smoke is choking!" Prince Yan muttered, very dissatisfied. The emperor is really stingy, even if he is reluctant to give the king smokeless gold silk charcoal, he will send some silver silk charcoal with less smoke! He is his imperial uncle, but he abuses himself like this.

"Then the old slave added you a bed and quilt?" Fu Bo sighed, the prince is usually not so picky, and as soon as he returned to the capital, he suddenly became exquisite.

"Don't, it's not a silk quilt!" Prince Yan immediately vetoed, "I don't know what the quilt here is made of, it's so heavy, it's already like a stone to cover a bed, and if you cover one more bed, it won't cost the king's life!" ”

"Phew... Lord, you can't say such unlucky things! ”

"What can't be said? What this king said is the truth, "Prince Yan opened his eyes boredly, "This dilapidated temple is called a royal temple, but it is actually a place where birds don't, there is nothing, and I am bored to death!" "The monks here are staring at themselves every day, so that they can't go anywhere, and it's no different from being confined to seclusion. No, maybe it's better to be confined, at least without hearing the annoying sound of chanting.

Prince Yan drooped his head, looking loveless.

"Lord Wang, the little lady sent someone to send a big box yesterday, do you want the old slave to show it to you?" Seeing this, Fu Bo hurriedly brought out Su Nianjin to make Prince Yan happy.

Fu Bo likes Su Nianjin very much now, although it is profitable for her to think of the prince as her godgrandfather, but she treats the prince sincerely. Since the prince came to the royal temple, he has sent some things over every once in a while, and none of them have been left behind. What impressed Fu Bo the most was the food delivered, pork, beef and mutton, chicken, duck, fish and even fresh vegetables, each of which was very generous. The food in the royal temple is too light and tasteless, if it weren't for these things sent by the little lady, the prince would probably go crazy if he stayed here for less than three days.

"Nian Jin, that girl sent something again?" Prince Yan's eyes lit up, "What did you send over this time?" "Prince Yan hasn't returned to Beijing for a long time, and he doesn't know what the royal temple has become now.

The emperor doesn't pay so much attention to Buddhism now, and the incense here is not so prosperous, and many places in the temple are in urgent need of renovation.

Prince Yan didn't expect that there was nothing here, even the chessboard pieces to kill time were all sent by Su Nianjin.

Su Nianjin also wrote letters to Prince Yan every once in a while, saying some small things that happened around her, as if they were talking about family life, which made Prince Yan feel very warm.

"The old slave wanted to let the prince open it himself, so he didn't check it in advance." Fu Bo saw that Prince Yan's mood had improved, and his steps became brisk.

The box was the size of half a human body, and Fu Bo came to Prince Yan tremblingly with it. When I opened it, I saw a new dark purple coat and a black shiny pure mink coat.

Prince Yan was stunned, "This girl, do you have nothing to do with this king to make new clothes?" Prince Yan picked up his clothes and gestured in front of him, "Oh, there is also a dark golden auspicious wishful pattern..."

"Lord Wang, this is a rare Shu brocade, right?" Fu Bo's eyes lit up, "I heard that the manufacturing technology of Shu brocade has been lost in recent years, where did the little lady get it?" ”

"Shu Jin?!" Prince Yan has also heard that there are still several batches of inventory in his house, but the colors are all red and purple, and women wear them, and this pattern is not good at all.

"Look at the embroiderer," Fu Bo looked at carefully, "It seems to be from the hand of the world-famous Xu Xiuniang..."

"Tsk tsk..."Prince Yan was very happy in his heart, "This king wears it and tries it to see if the size fits." Nian Jin girl is really, for no reason to make new clothes for this king..."

Fu Bo covered his mouth and snickered, the prince was so speechless, obviously happy in his heart...

"Exactly!" Wearing the new clothes that fit, Prince Yan cracked his mouth with a smile, "How did this girl know the size of this king?" This garment is just right! ”

"Lord Wang, why don't you put on this mink?" Fu Bo smiled, the little lady's vision is really good, the luxurious purple with the dark gold pattern is a perfect match for the prince's temperament.

"Good, good! You can just go out and go up with a mink, and you don't even need a stove. ”

Prince Yan was neatly dressed and walked out of the wing door happily, but he ran into a monk head-on.

"Lord Wang, there is a benefactor looking for you, and please go to the main hall of the temple with the little monk!" The monk trembled, and always felt that the Prince Yan in front of him seemed to be a different person.

"Got it." Prince Yan is unhappy, he must be someone sent by the emperor, right? Nian Jin's girl wrote before saying that the emperor intended to take her back to Beijing to participate in the plum banquet...

Tsk, today is the twentieth day of the lunar month, and there are still ten days before the New Year, and the emperor will only send someone over now...... It's really a defense against yourself!

Prince Yan complained about the emperor's behavior in his heart, after all, if he wanted to do something, it would be useless for the emperor to do this. At best, it's disgusting.

"Lord Wang, please inside!" After the little monk brought the prince to the door of the main hall, he stopped and asked Prince Yan to go in alone.

"What are you doing? So mysterious! Prince Yan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the little monk, and then entered the hall.

Fauber was stopped outside the temple, and the doors were shut.

Seeing this, Prince Yan put away his hanging-up appearance, and looked around very vigilantly.

"Godgrandpa, you're here!" Suddenly, Su Nianjin jumped out from behind the door post and grabbed Prince Yan's arm. "Do you like this dress? Can the size still fit? ”

"Nian Jin, why are you here?"