The eldest prince was stunned, suddenly laughed, rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand, lowered his eyes and smiled: "I forgot, I'm sorry, but now the Zhan family seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife, and if you are not careful, you must be careful."

"I know, thanks!" Zhan Qing raised his lips and smiled indifferently.

Inside the Inju Palace

The fair-skinned woman with a beautiful face, reclining on the beauty couch, holding her head with her hands, her long eyebrows and slender eyebrows, her narrow phoenix eyes closed, and the handsome man who was dressed in a flying fish suit but was as warm as jade behind her patiently rubbed her temples, her lips were lightly opened, and the woman's voice was lazy: "I haven't seen her for a long time, this girl seems to have changed a little, but the mourning family doesn't know what's different." Wei Jiang, what do you think of Zhan Qing's person? ”

"Like a leopard, ready to attack at any time, it will not hide its claws." The man's hand movements did not stop, he thought for a moment, and said his own thoughts, however, he intuitively felt that this Miss Zhan might be a little different from the side shown to them, but with the contact just now, on the surface, it seems that she is still a girl who is not able to hide her emotions.

After a pause, the man said gently, "It's very similar to you before."

The woman opened her eyes, and her eyes were flat: "Really?"

"But I don't like it."

……

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Every year Qingming, there are always small and small fish, few people travel, basically burn paper for the immortals at home, or have already gone to worship in advance, roadside vendors hold umbrellas for the open-air shops, sit boredly, and do not shout as usual.

In this weather, it is normal for business to be light.

The carriage made a sound of wheeling, and it was very abrupt in the silent rainy day, especially with a team of guards behind him, but the merchants who lived in the imperial city and had seen countless big scenes just raised their eyes and looked, oh, it was the sedan chair of the eldest lady of the Zhan family, and then continued to keep their hair down.

The carriage did not stop until the treasure temple not far from the imperial city - under the long steps outside, and a tall woman in a black power suit put down the reins, took off a pear-colored oil-paper umbrella from the side board, and got off the carriage to open the umbrella with neat movements.

The small raindrops fell on the umbrella and made a subtle dripping sound, a pair of plain white slender hands lifted the curtain, the girl's lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes were black and white, and her long hair was only tied with a white hairband, which was as beautiful as jade.

She shook off her wrinkled white robe before putting her hand on the woman's hand and being helped out of the carriage by the woman.

"Miss, it's better to carry you up in January." The woman held an umbrella and lifted her eyes to look at the long staircase, which looked very slippery as the rain hit.

The girl raised her hand, looked up at the woman beside her, raised her lips and smiled: "Your young lady is not too sick to lift her legs, I can still walk up this staircase."

"Okay, then January will hold an umbrella for you!" The woman nodded, and as far as she was concerned, she had to obey the master's orders.

The stairs are not very high, about half an hour away, then arrived at the main hall of Baoshan Temple, it should be the reason for coming early, there is not too much ash in the incense burner, the little monk in the gray robe waited for them to burn incense and paper, and when Zhan Qing came out, he came over consciously, and said to Zhan Qing and February: "Zhan Shi is still living in Zizhu Pavilion as in previous years?"

In previous years, the original owner would stay overnight after worshipping before leaving, Zhan Qing thought about it for a while and felt that he had better go back earlier, so he shook his head: "No, I'd better go back earlier."

The little monk didn't let go of the way when he heard this, as if he had already guessed her answer, he was not surprised at all, and said flatly: "Uncle Shanyuan said that if you don't want to stay in the temple for one night, you will ask the little monk to take you over for a while."

"Can Lord Zhan go with the little monk conveniently?"

The black and white eyes narrowed slightly, good fate?

Zhan Qing thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered that Shanyuan is a famous monk in South Vietnam, if there is a relationship between them, it is also the previous generation, he knows her mother, when he was a child, the original owner was held by his mother and had a relationship with Shanyuan, but the memory is not deep, and he has forgotten what this person is like.

It's just that how did this person guess that she didn't live in the temple today?

After thinking about it, Zhan Qing smiled at the little monk: "Then it will be troublesome for the little master to lead the way."

"No problem." The little master shook his head and led the way in front, and Zhan Qing turned around and asked the guards to go to Zizhu Pavilion first. Only one person followed.