After the rain stopped, the Ruolan Temple became clearer.

Song Huai'an looked at the solemn Daxiong Hall not far away, which seemed to be only separated by a wall from the courtyard where she was standing, but it was a completely different world.

She could hear the sound of bells and prayers, but all she could hear was the wind blowing the leaves and the lonely owls chirping.

"Let's go."

Song Huai'an exhaled a long breath, and when she was talking to Chu Yan, she looked back at the novice at the gate of the courtyard, but when she looked over, the little monk who was still there was gone.

Anyway, the contents are gone, and there is really no need to continue guarding.

Under the eaves of the green tiles, there were still unfinished rainwater dripping on the ground, and Song Huaian looked at it for a while before retracting his gaze.

Yes, today is her birthday.

This should be something that only she knows, but now there is an amazing person who wrote to celebrate her today fifty years ago.

It's really unpleasant.

Song Huai'an thought about the letter as he walked.

didn't prepare anything, so she was asked to deal with Song Huaixin......

Why is he?

And why is she?

Shaking her head and smiling lightly, Song Huai'an carried her small river lamp and walked towards the depths of the temple.

After all, Kou Liangyu has already settled in the ground, even if he has the magic eye to the sky, he can't do anything now, and even if she already exists here, even if she doesn't want Song Huaixin to really be able to turn his hands into clouds and rain one day.

But what can she do to compete with Song Huaixin?

What does she have?

Is......

Chu Yan followed behind Song Huai'an, sighing and smiling when he looked at her, his brows frowning a little deeper.

"Madame, you...... Is it really okay? ”

Hearing Chu Yan's inquiry, Song Huaian chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'm very good, where is that forget the worry lake, it's all here, why do you have to join in the fun."

Chu Yan's expression was still staring, he glanced at Song Huai'an, and finally pointed helplessly to the back of the temple.

"What is the lake of forgetfulness, it is just a small pond behind the mountain, if you really want to pray, I will take you to the river upstream, from where the lights float far away."

Song Huaian looked at the young man beside him, nodded and smiled.

"Okay, lead the way, it seems that it will be useful to bring you out."

Chu Yan lowered his face when he heard this, and reluctantly walked towards the back mountain.

What does it mean to carry him out?

What do you mean by being useful?

"Last time I was in Shengfu, but I saved you......"

"Okay, good, Da Engong, didn't I buy you a river lantern, and when I don't have enough to go back, I'll buy you another ......"

Chu Yan stopped after hearing this, and he glanced back at Song Huai'an, who was there with the smiling old god.

Why did he feel like he would have to live a few years less ever since he became this woman's bodyguard?

Song Huai'an followed Chu Yan all the way, and there were some secluded paths all the way, but maybe because today was a special day, he would still meet many pilgrims who went up the mountain.

After the two arrived at the river channel that Chu Yan said, Song Huaian looked at the crowd surrounding both sides of the river and sighed helplessly.

It seems impossible to pray for a lamp alone.

Song Huai'an was thinking about where it would be better for him to put the lamp, but he saw that Chu Yan had already removed the lead on the small river lamp, squatted on the bank closest to him, and put the little lotus on the water.

"Isn't there a candle on it, you let it float if you don't light it, what if it doesn't work?"

Frankly speaking, after encountering so many things, Song Huaian really has a little bit of devotion to the gods now.

"If you click it, it will be extinguished, it's all the same."

Chu Yan squatted by the river and watched the small lamp go down the river along with the other small lights, and looked back at Song Huai'an, who was standing behind him, and stood up to make room for her.

When Song Huai'an and Chu Yan exchanged places, they couldn't help but glance at the young man holding the sword, and they couldn't see that this kid was quite weak.

"Although what you said makes sense, it doesn't look good if you don't light it."

Song Huai'an said that he took out the prepared fire fold from his waist, carefully lit her small lamp, and then also learned from Chu Yan to remove the red lead and drag the small lamp in the river.

There were many people on both sides of the riverbank, and every once in a while, a group of similar small lamps pushed down the mountain.

It's daytime now, and the candlelight on the small lamp is not distinct, and you can only see the little red lotus flowers slowly drifting away.

Song Huai'an squatted on the bank of the river and watched for a while.

"Say, where do you end up with these little lights?"

Chu Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the river lantern floating in the distance, and when he saw Song Huai'an standing up, he took half a step back.

"Wherever the river can go, there are everywhere, and every year one or two will float under the Jinshui Bridge in the imperial city, and at that time, the palace attendants will pick out the lamp, check the name in the lamp, and reward a hundred taels of gold or ask the saint for marriage."

"It's really ...... to choose money or people"

Song Huai'an was very novel, she looked at the lake, no wonder so many people came here to put lights.

"The rules set by the first emperor during his reign have been around for sixty or seventy years now."

Hearing the word first emperor, Song Huai was relieved, but she quickly thought of something more important and slapped her thigh suddenly.

"That's it, we don't seem to have any names—"

So if you win, you won't have any gold.

After Song Huai'an finished speaking, he saw Chu Yan shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

"What's the matter with writing, how many can there be, most people don't want to be auspicious."

"What if my lights arrive?"

Song Huai'an looked at Chu Yan's back unhappily and thought about it in pieces.

"I'll tell you, if the list is released tomorrow and it says that the lantern has no name, you kid will owe me a hundred taels of gold......"

Chu Yan was not ambiguous when he heard such a threat, and immediately nodded, turning to look at the woman who was following him.

"Okay, if there is no name to Jinshui tomorrow, I will give you two hundred taels ......"

Yo –

Song Huai'an looked at Chu Yan, who was talking big.

Why did she want Kou Jingyu to make a nameless river lantern and throw it in the palace, when the time came......

Song Huaian was thinking about it, but the smile on her face gradually froze, she raised her hand and patted her cheek, and looked back at the river lantern floating away.

So habits are such a terrible thing.

Xu is because it is close to noon, and when he returns to Ruoshui Temple, there seem to be fewer people.

Chu Yan turned around and saw the red rope that Song Huai'an was playing with in his hand.

"Don't throw away this red rope, either weave a knot and give it to the master, or tie it to the auspicious tree later, don't lose it, it's very unlucky."

"So you're still exquisite, I thought you didn't care about anything......"

Chu Yan, who was walking in front, listened to the joke behind him, and thought to himself, didn't you want auspiciousness, wouldn't it be good for him to remind him?

Sure enough, women are trouble......

Song Huai'an looked at the red rope in his hand, looked at the deep temple, it was late autumn at this time, and he saw a golden flower falling on the green bricks in the temple, and he didn't know what kind of tree this flower was falling, but it was beautiful from afar.

"Let's go to the auspicious tree, tie the rope, and we'll find a place to eat."

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