If you want to come to Wuxi to be famous in the Tang Dynasty, he naturally still has his own uniqueness. When he woke up the next day without a dream, Shanshan's fatigue in recent days was swept away, and his eyes were clear, even looking at the birds chirping in the mountains, they were much more cute.

"But there's a problem with the incense thread at home?" After his spirit was healed, Shanshan began to think about this matter, "Who was responsible for lighting incense in the previous incense burner?" ”

Su Qi said: "In the past, it was the girl Furong from the outside world, but Furong got married last month, and then Danhong was ......."

"What's wrong with the incense thread?" Rouge asked suspiciously, "But a stick of incense, can it really be so evil?" ”

In the early Tang Dynasty, many princes were killed by this inconspicuous incense thread. Shanshan lowered his eyes and thought about it, but this method is extremely expensive, so it is generally only circulated in the palace. Especially in recent years, the incense market is difficult to find, and even the incense owner has disappeared, and all that can be found are monks like Master Wuxi, or ordinary spices on the market. If you don't have the ability, you can't find a perfumer who is willing to get this bad thing.

"If that's the case, could it be Aunt Song again?" Su Qi frowned and said, "How did she know so many Yin Damage tricks?" In particular, the use of spices for hands and feet was unheard of before. ”

Shanshan sighed: "It may not be her, after all, in addition to making me weak, Song Xi is not asking for any benefits, besides, if Qingyang is here, it can be said that it is to support me and let them cultivate their relationship." But now that Qingyang is far away in the desert, isn't it the same whether it can be branched out or not? ”

Even if she said that, Shanshan couldn't imagine that anyone would put so much effort into her, and even if she did, no one could have the same backing in the palace as Song Xi to know these things.

But what is Song Xifei going to do with such a big Zhou Zhang? Just to let her leave the Pan family?

And then what?

Her mind couldn't guess at all, and Shanshan didn't bother to bother with her, and when the bell rang at noon, she took Rouge to light the peace lamp.

People like to show their sincerity by doing something that they were the first to come to or that they broke their habits.

As a result, in the afternoon, there are very few people lighting the lamps, and the most crowds are in the early morning or midnight.

Shanshan doesn't like such conventions very much, and never does it unless it has to be followed.

"Order three." Shanshan performed a Buddhist salute to the monks, took the peace lamp and wrote a prayer with a pious pen, and while preparing to hang the palm-sized peace lamp on the lamp pool, he listened to the people who had just come to pray for blessings around him talking to the monks, and he said that he wanted the largest blessing lamp, and the lamp should be painted with Jizo Bodhisattva.

In between the monks' lanterns, some people gossiped with him and asked him if he had a girl he liked, and Jizo Bodhisattva was known to be particularly fond of women.

"I ordered it for my sister." That's humane.

"Now that Chang'an is prosperous, and Sister Ling's status is noble, she can naturally live in Chang'an."

The man said: "The world is already harsh on women, even Chang'an, not to mention, Chang'an may not be Chang'an." I only hope that my sister will always be smooth and happy, and will not be touched by the pain of the world. ”

Shanshan turned his head to see that this person was the man he had met on the gravel road yesterday, and today he had changed his clothes, and his chest was embroidered with a flourishing peony, which was mixed with golden threads, and he was very graceful and luxurious.

It turned out that it was not a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes or a bandit leader on the mountain, but a son of a family in Chang'an City who was either rich or noble.

He noticed Shanshan's gaze, and turned his head to look at Shanshan, a pair of eagle eyes full of aggression, even with ruffianism. If Shanshan hadn't heard what he said, he would never have thought that the person in front of him was actually soft in his heart.

"Madam, all three lamps are hung up."

Shanshan nodded, stood up with Rouge's support, said goodbye to the monk, and walked out.

After seeing Shanshan walk out, Li Yao asked, "That woman is Pan Yueqing's wife?" ”

The man who looked like a follower beside him said: "Back to Your Highness, this person is the Pantong clan." ”

"Where's the lamp she's hanging?" Li Yao asked the monk.

"The donor may wish to look for it, if there is a fate, it will naturally be visible, if there is no fate, there is no need to force it." The monk recited the Buddha's name and lowered his eyes.

The attendant said angrily: "You are so bold! Your Highness has you ......"

"It's kind of interesting." Li Yao smiled, and really looked for it with his hands behind his back, "No wonder my imperial brother likes to listen to Li Pishen's chatter." ”

After turning around, Li Yao stopped in a corner, stretched out his hand and fiddled with the three small lamps side by side, the middle lamp said "Chang'an people Pan Yueqing, the word Qingyang", and the lamp on the left said "Chang'an Women's Pan Chang", and the lamp on the right should be hers.

Li Yao looked, but there was no one on the lamp, only "Chang'an Panfu" was written.

"She only lit three lights?"

The monk said, "Yes." ”

Li Yao stood in front of the lamp and was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed: "I thought she was just talking and playing yesterday......"

But it's a pity that this light didn't last long. Li Yao picked up Pan Yueqing's lamp and was about to throw it away, but suddenly saw the traces of pen and ink on the back, turned it around and looked, it turned out that there was a line of small words: The little letter girl is willing to pray for the lord of this lamp with thousands of incense to live in Chang'an, no bitterness, no regrets - Chang'an woman Tong Shanshan respects.

"Donor, the prayer lamp you asked for has been fetched."

Li Yao hummed, and tore off the lamp paper expressionlessly, leaving only one side of the words, and the remaining lamp body was discarded on the ground, trampled and shattered by the golden thread moire foot boots, and the candle struggled to keep the lamp, only to fall to pieces.

"Her handwriting is pretty good." Li Yao said to the monk, "Fetch a small lamp." This king took it away. ”

The monk did as he was told, and when he handed over the lamp, he said, "Why should the donor force it, there should be only one side, and now you have not only destroyed the original, but also took what does not belong to you as your own...... In the end, it is just a matter of suffering to the Lord. ”

"Sooner or later, he will be ruined, and this king is just reluctant to destroy this good word with him." Li Yao was in a good mood, and glanced at the monk with a smile, "Little Master really dares to say that he is not afraid that this king will kill you?" ”

"The donor prays for my sister every year, never stopping, so sincere, how can he be such a person?"

Li Yao smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "But if you ask for many years of sincerity, you can really exchange Sister I Chang'an." ”

When he finished writing on the prayer lamp, Li Yao hesitated for a moment and wrote behind the lamp: The little believer is willing to pray for the lord of this lamp with thousands of incense to live in peace, no bitterness, no regrets - after a pause, Li Yao added the words "no resentment", and then continued to write "Chang'an people Li Yao respectfully".

When the monk took the lamp and hung it on the lamp pool, his eyes touched the lamp paper, and he paused slightly, but he didn't say anything, and after seeing a few people leave, he sighed, closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name silently.