Shaking Light Temple.

Song Yige looked at the three big characters that were simple and vigorous, and he couldn't tell what kind of mentality he had when he set foot here again.

Since the founding of the country, the Shaking Light Temple has been stored in Jinling, has been worshiped by 10,000 people, witnessed the prosperity and decline of this city too much, and I don't know how many times it has undergone a change of dynasty.

But it's still standing here rain or shine.

All the troubled thoughts in her heart were all discarded, and she kept telling herself repeatedly in her heart that she had come here to repay her vows, only to repay her vows, and not for anything else.

Song Jinxiu walked up from behind with an umbrella: "Seventh sister, why are you standing here and not going in?" ”

Song Yige looked back and smiled, today Song Jinxiu is wearing an autumn-scented cloak, lining her eyebrows and gentle but there is a special taste in it, in fact, the girl wearing autumn-scented color is a little old-fashioned, but Song Jinxiu is a little calm, she looked at it, and then didn't pay attention to it: "Xu hasn't been here for a long time, and I feel that this place is a little strange." ”

The incense of the Shaking Light Temple is flourishing, and even if they are standing on the periphery now, they can see the curling white smoke and the boiling voices of people rising into the sky inside the temple.

Even if it's the end of the year, it's not necessarily very clean.

Song Hengbo also got off the carriage, and she brushed the hair hanging in front of her: "Why don't you go in yet?" ”

Song Jinxiu looked back and smiled: "Isn't this waiting for the fourth sister?" ”

Her words are not very polite, and there is a bit of provocation in them, which is very different from the gentle people in the past, which may also be because the two have torn their faces, and some appearances are not needed.

Now that people are coming and going, Song Hengbo is also a face-saving person, and he will never quarrel with her here, so he simply changed places and held Song Yige's hand affectionately: "Seventh sister, let's go in." ”

Although Song Yige agreed, the afterglow never moved away from Song Jinxiu's face, and she clearly saw that when Song Hengbo pulled herself, a little coldness appeared on Song Jinxiu's face.

It's not the kind of anger of the ordinary girl's family, but it's real, I can't wait for Song Hengbo to never be cold in his life, Song Yige's heart suddenly fluctuated, she reached out to hold Song Jinxiu's sleeve, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Second sister, let's go in together." ”

Song Jinxiu responded softly, and did not refute her face.

But in the end, the three sisters still couldn't go in together to burn incense and pray for blessings, and when they crossed the temple gate, Song Yige was stopped by a small servant.

Song Yige followed the direction of the little girl's finger, and saw a young man standing under an evergreen tree smiling at her, he was wearing a black cloak, which weakened the bewitching face, but he still felt that his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

Song Jinxiu covered her mouth and smiled, and pushed her: "Seventh sister, don't go quickly." ”

Song Yige looked at Ling Chu and was silent for a moment before he said, "Then please ask the second sister and the fourth sister to go in first, and Yige will come to you for a while." ”

After speaking, Song Yige raised his feet and walked over with the little girl.

Song Jinxiu seemed to be very optimistic about her and Ling Chu, and immediately didn't care about the grudge between herself and Song Hengbo, and said with a smile: "Fourth sister, what do you think of the seventh sister and this Ling Gongzi?" ”

Although Song Hengbo doesn't like to use his brain very much on weekdays, how could he not understand Song Jinxiu's thoughts at this juncture, and said: "Although Ling Chu is good, he is a concubine, compared to him, my father should like Cousin Fu more." ”

Song Jinxiu's face was a little pale, but she still forced herself to say, "Isn't Cousin Fu also a concubine?" ”

Song Hengbo laughed briskly and looked at Song Jinxiu condescendingly: "What if Cousin Fu is also a concubine?" His father valued him, and this was an advantage that no man in Jinling City could match. ”

"Second sister, I, who is a younger sister, still have a kind persuasion, but I let myself fall too deep and go astray."

This is not a persuasion, but she doesn't want to see this person live so happily.

Entering the main hall, the golden Buddha statue stood in the clouds, the sound of chanting came and went, Song Hengbo took the three incense sticks from the maid's hand, and knelt down on the futon reverently.

Song Jinxiu stood at the threshold, indifferently raised her eyes to look at her sister kneeling in the hall, and didn't know what she thought in her heart, but she felt very ...... Eat one's heart out.

Jealous to ...... I want her dead.

Song Jinxiu looked up at the smiling Buddha statue, and her originally raised eyebrows and eyes became gloomy little by little.

If she dies...... Wouldn't it be better......

Song Yige followed the little girl over, thinking that there was only Ling Chu alone, who knew that following Ling Chu around the tree, he saw an old man in the past, in terms of name, this person should be regarded as her brother-in-law.

The eleventh prince of Emperor Jian'an, Shenzhou.

When Ling Chu pulled her over to see this little uncle, Song Yige could feel her heart pounding, but at the same time, she also understood that she was in this capacity, and she became the concubine of the hot Huaiyang Hou in Jinling City, and it was normal to meet people and things before.

Shen Zhou is still not in time, his face is thinner than before, and he also has a sickly paleness, and I don't know if it is because he misses his old man too much.

Shen Zhou sat in the shade of a tree, with a jar of wine in his hand, a little flush appeared on his white jade-like cheeks, and his eyebrows were raised, with a joke: "What?" This is the cousin you are talking about? ”

Ling Chu nodded with a smile: "Yes." ”

"Yige, this is the eleventh prince, Shen Zhou, you can call Shen Gongzi." Ling Chu tugged at Song Yige's sleeve.

Song Yige had already restrained all the expressions that she didn't dare to show, and she smiled and blessed her body: "Yige has seen Shen Gongzi." ”

"This is outside, don't be so formal, I'm here as a friend of Ling Chu this time, if you still worship like this, I'm going to go back to the palace." Shen Zhou smiled and waved his hand, his eyebrows warm.

However, hearing him say this, it still made Song Yige have to look at Ling Chu with admiration, as the eldest son of a concubine who is not valued, he can have a relationship with the deep palace before he officially enters the office, which is not something that anyone can do, and it is also under the nose of the eldest princess of Pingyang.

The direction of the temple in the future is really uncertain.

Ling Chu looked down at her: "Why did you come to Shaking Light Temple today?" ”

Song Yige said: "Isn't it that the New Year is approaching, so I came here with my two sisters to make a wish." ”

Two sisters? Ling Chu had a slight impression, but this impression was not good, those two were too selfish, he didn't like them very much, but they were the sisters of this little thing, Ling Chu felt that he needed to beat it well, who made this little thing in front of him the person he set.

Ling Chu stretched out his hand and stroked her hair casually, and when she took it, Song Yige reached out and brushed it off, the little girl pursed the corners of her lips with an unhappy expression, and brushed her hair with her fingers together: "Don't move." ”

He smiled and agreed, "Well, don't move." ”

The tone was like coaxing a child.

Shen Zhou smiled and watched, and when the two finished speaking, he supported his head with one hand and held the wine jar with the other, and said coyly: "Looking at you like this, it reminds me of the seventh brother and the seventh sister-in-law, who used to be ......" Halfway through the words, Governor Shen sighed, raised his head and poured himself a big sip of wine.

Ling Chu was quite helpless: "Your Highness, although this wine is a good thing, but it hurts your body, Your Highness should restrain yourself, otherwise if King Qin Jiuquan knows, I am afraid that he will not be happy." ”

Shen Zhou is not weak now, naturally he has never been crowned a king, and he still lives in the palace, his mother was originally a Jieyu, and then because of a crime, he was beaten into the cold palace by Emperor Jian'an, and he grew up under the knees of Concubine Xu, and Shen Tanna is like a brother, and he is only the seventh brother in his heart.

Song Yige's lips moved, and finally hid all his words in a sigh.

In that room, after kowtowing and donating sesame oil money after kowtowing on incense, Song Hengbo, who had nothing to do, turned his eyes around the main hall, and then walked to the back mountain with the maid.

I just heard the sweeping monk say that there are patches of plum forests in the back mountain, and now this season is the time when the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

She doesn't like plum blossoms very much, but in comparison, smelling the smell of incense here, or going to the back mountain to find a piece of tranquility, this is almost undoubted, and she can make choices and judgments immediately.

It's just that Song Hengbo never thought that his luck would be so good, but he just came to the back mountain at random to walk around, and he could meet the person she had been thinking about.

He stood with a little monk with clear eyebrows, and he didn't know what to say, but there was a rare comfortable smile on his face, which made his face more and more beautiful.

She felt that Shen Tan, the king of Qin who was the famous Jinling back then, was estimated to be half as good-looking as Cousin Fu.

Xu is Song Hengbo's eyes were too hot, and Fu Yanshan and the little monk noticed that there were people here almost the moment Song Hengbo looked at him.

The little monk clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name: "Donor, do you need the little monk to retreat first?" ”

Fu Yanshan shook his head, not looking at her at all: "No, please let the little master go with you." ”

The little monk plucked the rosary again and chanted: "Amitabha." ”

Seeing that they were leaving, where was Song Hengbo willing to let go, she hadn't seen Fu Yanshan for a long time, especially that day, after she stopped Fu Yanshan in the corridor, he almost walked around her later, not to mention that Song Yige helped Fu Yanshan.

Almost with the hem of her skirt in her hand, she ran over and stopped in front of him.

Even though the girl smiled like a flower, it was still very different from the person in her memory. Fu Yanshan's face sank: "I don't know what else is going on with Miss Song?" ”

He seemed to be really annoyed, his voice was cold and low, and when he talked to her seventh sister, it was like two people.

Song Hengbo's feet unconsciously took a step back, faded out of his usual coquettishness, and said in a low voice: "I have something to say to you, and I will leave after speaking." ”

The little monk avoided suspicion, and consciously retreated behind Fu Yanshan, who was still cold and hard, standing in front of her, and an overwhelming momentum burst into being.

Song Hengbo covered his heart, remembering that in the corridor that day, Song Yige's lowered eyebrows and disdainful and cold eyes, and repeated in a soft tone word by word: "The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know." ”

At the right time, the north wind came through the hall.

On the promenade that day, he did not go far.

The girl's posture stood straight, like a pine and bamboo, but that face was a little too good-looking, and with her soft tone, it was a little unforgettable.