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Qixia Temple is one of the temples in Nanjing where incense is extremely vigorous, Kangxi and Su Malagu disguised themselves as husband and wife of a bunch of official eunuchs, while the fourth master, Yinxiang and I pretended to be their children, Zhang Tingyu was our distant cousin, and Li Dequan was the chief housekeeper. Suddenly, I felt that such a private interview with the microserver was very interesting, just like finishing an RPG.

We ate all the way and walked all the way, and it was already noon when we arrived at Qixia Temple.

The host prepared a meal for our group, and after we had eaten it hastily, we were led to the apse by a small novice.

"Mr. Long, we have been waiting in the inner hall for a long time, please." Xiao Shami folded his hands and bowed down.

Kangxi and Su Malagu walked into the inner hall, and I was about to follow, but was blocked by the fourth master. "No need, you and the thirteenth brother go and wait outside, Amma will not look for you for a while." He said coldly, and then handed a look that I couldn't understand.

Yinxiang nodded knowingly, and pulled me to walk outside.

I looked at him inexplicably, and he just smiled at me and didn't say anything.

When I arrived outside the hall, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "What does this mean?" ”

"One meaning." He walked on his own, ignoring me. "Ama and the host are old acquaintances, and I guess we want to talk about it again today, didn't you see the fourth brother and didn't let him enter the inner hall?"

I chased after him and asked, "How do you know that the master and the host are old acquaintances?" "An emperor like Kangxi is busy with government affairs every day, and he doesn't go out of the gate, except for the southern tour, he is lucky to patrol outside the plug, or he is to inspect the river workers, how did I not know that he also has an old friend who is a monk.

"Every time Amma comes to Nanjing, he will come to see the host here, you say it's not old knowledge, what else can it be?" He raised his eyebrows and asked me with a smile.

"Have you ever met the host?" I suddenly became curious about this host, what kind of person can drive this most powerful person in the whole world to visit in person, instead of proclaiming.

Unexpectedly, Yinxiang shook his head, and then said faintly, "Except for Aunt Su Ma, none of us have ever seen the host." ”

In this way, Su Malagu also knows this person, so who is this person? It's so mysterious, it's so weird.

Suddenly, Yinxiang knocked my head with his hand, "Okay, don't think about it, you can't figure out these things." Then he took me by the hand and said with a smile, "It's hard to come out, I'll show you around?" ”

I smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

There is a lady outside the temple who is selling multigrain porridge, because of the vegetarian food at noon, I suddenly became a little hungry, but I can't eat too much, so it is very good to have a bowl of porridge.

"Do you want to eat?" Yinxiang took the first step and pointed to the porridge shed and asked me.

I nunus, "Of course." ”

Then I turned to my aunt and said, "Auntie, two bowls of porridge." ”

"Does the girl want red bean porridge or mung bean porridge." The eldest lady asked me with a big spoon.

"Two bowls of red bean porridge." Yinxiang didn't wait for me to speak.

The next moment, two bowls of red bean porridge were brought up.

The eldest lady looked at me with a smile, "The girl is so blessed to have found such a good husband." ”

He ...... I ....." I was stunned by my eldest mother and stammered, "I'm not married yet." ”

The eldest lady smiled even more happily, "Then hurry up." I think this son must be from a rich and noble family, with a dignified appearance and a talent, which is rare. ”

Yinxiang looked very useful, and looked at me happily, as if to say, Auntie has vision, you don't hurry up.

I had no choice but to shake my head helplessly and drink porridge with my head down.

I drank it for a long time, but I didn't drink a single bean.

"Yinxiang, do you have red beans in your bowl?" I looked at Yinxiang's bowl strangely, but there didn't seem to be a trace of red beans.

He shook his head and said lightly, "No." ”

Black spots?!

Just now, I thought that the eldest lady was very enthusiastic, and after doing it for a long time, I didn't put red beans in the red bean porridge, isn't this a lie?

"Auntie, why don't you have red beans in your porridge?" I turned around and asked the lady who was selling porridge.

The eldest lady smiled and said, "That half liter of red beans was lost twenty years ago." ”

"Huh?!" I looked at her inexplicably, and she was still smiling, but a little bitter.

This is an old man next to me whispering to me, "Little girl, Yun Niang's red bean porridge never puts red beans." ”

I asked him curiously, "Does the old gentleman know why?" ”

"Twenty years ago, Yun Niang and her cousin opened this porridge shed outside this Qixia Temple, just to relieve the poor. At the beginning, the two of them went out to the stall together every day, and then returned home together, and suddenly one day, Yun Niang was the only one left in the porridge shed, although mung bean porridge and red bean porridge were still served every day, but the red beans of the red bean porridge were gone. The old man twisted his beard, sighed slightly, and continued, "We learned later that the man was not only her cousin, but also his fiancé. Originally, he would have gotten married in high school, but he never thought that a heavy rain would collapse her family's house at the foot of Nanshan, and his cousin would be buried under the house, and by the time he dug it out, he would have run out of breath. Yun Niang has sworn by herself since then that she will never marry again, but she is no longer making this red bean porridge with red beans. ”

"It turns out that what I lost is a half-life ......lovesickness," Yinxiang said slowly, "Yun Niang is also a strange woman with affection and righteousness." ”

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. I read softly, as if I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, the smiling woman in front of me, allowing time to leave a mark on her face, but not changing the most loyal friendship in my heart.

This is the real unswerving to the death.