Two days later, Lan Jing'an slipped out of the Chengjing Hall with Biluan to find Zhang Xun. This time, she gave six salutes in Zhang Xun's study, and officially knelt down to worship Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun was naturally happy, stroking his beard and smiling.

Zhang Xun knew that when Qianguo was still there, Xiao Si Ming also studied with the prince, and after that, there would only be Da Si Ming alone. And as a great priest, just like an emperor, he will not apprentice after ascending to the highest position. Therefore, Lan Jing'an can be regarded as a precedent for the previous chief priests. Lan Jing'an's apprenticeship brought him more glory than the emperor's master.

This time I went to see Mr. Qingtian again, and Lan Jing'an also prepared a thin gift. After the last visit, she could probably guess what the owner liked. It was a sunny day, and Lan Jing'an happily followed Zhang Xun out of the city.

Once out of the city, Lan Jing'an changed horses and rode again, and this time she began to try to trot for a while, and her legs were completely fine. The wind in the suburbs blew across her face, and she and Biluan looked at each other and smiled, both feeling that this kind of life was called happy. Lan Jing'an made up his mind, when he went back this time, he must discuss with Biluan Feng Shen carefully, and it was time to find a place to practice riding and archery. Otherwise, this hand riding skill is wasted, which is really a pity.

When I went to Mr. Qingtian's thatched house, Ziqing was chasing ducks by the river, and Lan Jing'an pursed her lips and smiled, which really corresponded to the painting she saw last time. She smiled and beckoned. Seeing that it was her, Ziqing's face was a little unnatural, but she still walked over to a few people.

Ziqing first saluted Zhang Xun in a proper manner, and then said: "My husband was invited by a friend, and the friend went." Mr. said, if Mr. Zhang comes, please take care of yourself. ”

Zhang Xun frowned. Last time, he had already asked Ziqing to tell him that he would come today, but Qingtian deliberately avoided going out, and it seemed that he was not happy to bring outsiders to him. However, he hadn't told Qingtian that the person he brought was the Great Commander. I don't know if he would change his mind or resist even more if he had told him Lan Jing'an's identity.

Lan Jing'an was not stupid, so he naturally heard the voice outside the words. But she is a person who does not admit defeat, and the more Mr. Aota refuses to see her, the more her curiosity is aroused. She walked up to Ziqing and handed the small sign in her arms to Ziqing: "This is a small gift I prepared for Mr. Qingtian, and please help me transfer it." ”

Ziqing took the brand, and I didn't see anything special about this small bamboo card. Ziqing secretly slandered in his heart, this sister is really a strange person, she always likes women to dress up as men, not to mention, to give gifts to people, just give such a broken bamboo card, and be a little stingy.

Lan Jing'an asked Zhang Xun and Ziqing if it was convenient for him to go into the thatched house to see Mr. Qingtian's calligraphy and paintings. Lan Jing'an knew that his request could not only be said to be presumptuous or even excessive. But not only Zhang Xun agreed, but even Ziqing agreed.

Ziqing secretly admired that his husband was really like a god, and led the two into the courtyard. Ah Huang at the door of the thatched house saw Lan Jing'an wagging his tail and greeted him, Lan Jing'an squatted down, touched Ah Huang gently, and then got up and followed Zhang Xun and Ziqing into the thatched house.

When she went in this time, she didn't touch anything, but just stood in the main hall and watched. The calligraphy and paintings on the wall have not changed, but the picture scroll on the table has become a solitary picture on a moonlit night, and a strong old man is obviously drunk, dancing with a big goose in his arms under the moon, and enjoying a bouquet of white flowers by the stream. Next to it is a line of small words: Your heart has no view, and the flowers and plants are quiet; You appreciate Yaofang, the color of the flower is both bright and white.

Lan Jing'an stared at the painting, savoring the deep meaning. She felt that this Mr. Qingtian was really not simple, and the Zen and philosophy in every calligraphy and painting were enough to make her think about it for several days. Lan Jing'an also had a strange feeling, although Mr. Qingtian avoided her, the words he inscribed on the painting seemed to be specially made for her.

Lan Jing'an secretly laughed that she was too careful, Mr. Qingtian had never seen her, so how could he leave a word for her. Ziqing followed Mr.'s instructions and secretly kept looking at Lan Jing'an. Seeing that she was now serious, she stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the table seriously, as if she was thinking about something.

After Lan Jing'an finished reading this painting, she looked up again and stared at the sixteen words on the wall, she always felt that these sixteen words were what she was looking for. Lan Jing'an paced slowly, and gently read the words on the wall again: "Existence is free, heaven and earth are the same." This heart is bright, and there is nothing to say. ”

She thought for a while, and then said goodbye with Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun was a little embarrassed in the carriage: "I wanted to take you to meet him, but I didn't expect to see him." Next time, I'll go find him once and then I'll take you there. ”

Lan Jing'an shook his head: "Don't be so troublesome. Let's just come over together, I think Mr. Aota will meet me. Zhang Xun smiled: "You are confident." Okay, let's just block it next time. I don't believe that Qingtian knows that you are coming, and he can still be reluctant to see you. ”

Lan Jing'an shook his head again: "I don't plan to tell Mr. Qingtian my identity for the time being. I have heard that when you associate with people of great virtue and talent, you are most afraid of falling in love with power. I hope I can fellowship with him in my own way. When Zhang Xun heard her say this, his heart was even more happy: "Okay, let's do it again together in a few days." ”

Lan Jing'an said again: "The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I plan to hold a small banquet in the Chengjing Hall, and if the teacher is free, I beg you to come and sit down. Zhang Xun waved his hand: "The old man won't join in the fun." The chief priest or the other girls in the temple should have fun together. If I, an old man, go by, I'm afraid I'll lose your interest. ”

Lan Jingan knew that Zhang Xun's family was also a big family, so at this time, he should naturally put his family first. What's more, for the sake of secrecy, it is inconvenient for her to invite Zhang Xun's family to a banquet, so she is not surprised that Zhang Xun will refuse her. However, the Mid-Autumn Festival in Japan is the day of worshipping the moon and respecting the elderly, and if she does not invite Zhang Xun, it will never be justified.

When Lan Jing'an left Zhang Xun's mansion, he only agreed with him to visit Mr. Qingtian after the Mid-Autumn Festival, but did not set a specific date.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and this day is the most complicated for Lan Jing'an. Last year, she rushed to Jizhou to celebrate Xiao Qingyun's birthday. This year, she didn't even dare to send him a letter.

Therefore, after the moon sacrifice, she only accompanied the other girls in the temple to drink a glass of water and wine, and then let them let go of their pleasures and hid in the apse herself. Bi Luan and Su Mei both knew what was on her mind, and since Da Si Ming wanted to be alone for a while, of course they wouldn't let people disturb her.

Lan Jing'an stood in front of the apse and smiled bitterly. The temple was too high, and even if she had the heart to climb the roof this time, there was no ladder so high on the side. So, she only picked up an inconspicuous corner outside the hall and sat down, looking at the full moon while guessing what Brother Qingyun was doing at this time.

She sat alone for a while, but saw Jiang Mingshu coming to look for her. Lan Jing'an saw her coming, and wanted to get up, but Jiang Mingshu held her down and sat beside her. Jiang Mingshu handed her a cup of hot ginger water and said to her, "It's better to drink ginger water when the night is cold." Lan Jing'an thanked her for her thoughtfulness, thanked her, and chatted with Jiang Mingshu with a cup.