"Whatever eats the immortal food, and all the hydration turns the elixir. Zi, one into ten, noon, ten into hundred, Mao, hundreds into thousands, unitary, thousands into thousands, thousands into thousands, changes endlessly.

I am now giving you food in all directions, and all sentient beings wish to spread this merit to all and return to the Supreme Path. Om Buddha Beast Mi Po Ha ......"

Lingyu reverently crouched in the corner next to the steps, lit incense candles, and chanted a mantra softly.

The smoke is misty, and a different world is created in the dark night.

The warmth of the candlelight reflected on her pretty face, and a warm silence flowed in the candlelight, completely isolating her from the real street market.

It's as if she is the last aura in this heaven and earth, falling from the sky, and never belongs to this noisy world.

Feng Xinglie looked at her, and suddenly felt unprecedented peace in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten all the troubles of the world, and the whole person became relaxed.

"Master, this is giving food!" Seeing that he was fascinated, Jianxin took two steps forward and came to his side, "They pay the most attention to this kind of business, and giving food to hungry ghosts in the ten directions can increase their fortune." ”

Jianxin thought he understood very well and talked endlessly.

Feng Xinglie listened and frowned slightly.

He looked at Ling Yu's gentle appearance and couldn't help but wonder - did anyone really come to eat this bowl of rice she offered? If so, is her tenderness unique to them?

"Master, it's time for us to go. If I don't go back, I'm afraid that my family will be worried. Seeing that he still didn't speak, Jianxin urged again.

This sentence finally pulled Feng Xinglie back to reality. I saw that he took a deep breath, straightened the reins, clamped his legs, and then hit the horse forward and left!

Jianxin didn't expect him to run so suddenly, and couldn't help muttering: "What is this looking at?" What's so nice about almsgiving? Look so fascinating. It can't be evil, right? ”

As he muttered, he saw the girl at the door of the shop stand up. She looked at the crowded market, her eyes inadvertently fell on him, he saw this, and hurriedly followed a clamp on his belly, and controlled the horse to chase his master.

Ling Yu stood on the steps, and when he saw the reckless appearance of the man riding a horse not far away, he didn't think much about it, only frowned, and turned around and went back to the shop.

When Feng Xinglie returned to the princess's mansion, his mother, Princess Yongfu, had already heated the meal seven or eight times, and almost threw everything out and redid it.

"The prince has returned home—"

"The prince has returned home—"

"The prince has returned home—"

Every time he entered the heavy door, the people in the house shouted a heavy door. The newspaper did not stop until he walked in front of his mother.

"Alie, you're finally back! It's not easy to get you back now. As soon as Princess Yongfu saw her son, she didn't care about pretending to be sick, so she happily greeted her.

The so-called drama has to be done with a full set, but his mother doesn't play cards according to common sense at all.

"Auntie's health is better?" Feng Xinglie is far less bright than Princess Yongfu's smile.

"Oh, oh...... Yes! My head hurts all the time, and I can't sleep well. Princess Yongfu scribbled.

"Why do you suddenly have a headache?" Feng Xinglie asked.

"The princess went to the palace that day, and when she came back, she began to have a headache and brain fever. The imperial doctor came to see it several times, but it didn't work. The princess's close mother replied.

"Mama Li, what is my mother doing in the Guogong Mansion?" In the impression of the wind and spirit, the Guogong Mansion has no contact with them.

"It's not for the marriage of Zhang Luo's son. The granddaughter of the Guogong Mansion began to discuss marriage this year. Mama Li said.

It's a family again!!

He knew that his mother must have tried to trick him into coming back for these things!!

"Since you have a headache, it means that the relatives have not been negotiated?" Feng Xinglie was a little impatient. He had already guessed the outcome of this matter.

Only his mother has been so happy after eating so much closed-door soup over the years.

"Isn't that right? You have been soaking in the barracks every day, and now people all over the capital think you are a ......" Princess Yongfu shouted dissatisfiedly, and swallowed back the words to her lips.

"What do you think I am?" Feng Xinglie asked knowingly.

This kind of dialogue is staged almost every once in a while. He's used to it. When he says this sentence, he can guess the next sentence, and there is nothing new in it.

"Nothing." Princess Yongfu was naturally reluctant to talk about her son like this, and she shook her hand for a long time before she shook her hand and said: "Anyway, now everyone thinks that marrying into my princess's mansion is like jumping into a fire pit." It's all your fault! Stubborn! If this continues, when will I be able to hold my grandson? ”