The pomegranate flowers in the courtyard bloom warmly in the late spring wind.

Chu Yunjian stretched out his hand, but before he touched the corner of this little girl's clothes, the man in the black brocade slim robe had already held her firmly in his arms.

Jun Tianlan hugged her with one hand, and gently touched her little face with the other: "Scared? ”

Shen Miaoyan's eyes were full of ignorance, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and she hugged Jun Tianlan's neck suddenly, and her voice was crisp and tender: "National teacher!" ”

Only then did Jun Tianlan look at Chu Yunjian on the opposite side, and bowed slightly: "The minister has seen Your Majesty." ”

Chu Yunjian withdrew his gaze from Shen Miaoyan, hid the fierceness in his eyes, looked at the pomegranate flowers casually, held his hands, and said lightly: "The national teacher also came to participate in the fasting party?" ”

"Just take a look. If Your Majesty is fine, the minister will retire. ”

Jun Tianlan's voice was lazy, hugging Shen Miaoyan, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

This uninhibited attitude fell in Chu Yunjian's eyes, and his face did not change, just calmly watched him leave.

When Jun Tianlan's figure disappeared outside the moon gate, the eunuch spat on the ground: "Phew, I really think I am a character, even Your Majesty dares not to take it seriously!" ”

A chuckle appeared on Chu Yunjian's cold face: "He is indeed a character." You go to check, the little girl just now is the remnant of the Shen Guogong Mansion. ”

"Slaves obey!"

Jun Tianlan hugged Shen Miaoyan and walked all the way outside the meditation room before putting her down.

Shen Miaoyan had completely come back to his senses at this time, looked up at him, and was about to review the trouble she had caused by walking around, when a little monk hurriedly walked over and saluted the two of them: "Donor, the meal has been prepared, please come with the poor monk." ”

Jun Tianlan took Shen Miaoyan's hand, "The food in Cheng'en Temple is good, go and try it." ”

Shen Miaoyan knew that he didn't want to listen to her review, so he didn't speak anymore.

The young monk led the two to the backyard of Cheng'en Temple, an open meadow with a wooden pavilion built on the grass, but there were no walls on all sides, only the plain light veil characteristic of the temple was hung.

Standing on the grass, you can see a large sea of pomegranate flowers under the mountain in the distance, like a fire cloud falling on the ground, which is magnificent and gorgeous.

Jun Tianlan took Shen Miaoyan into the wooden pavilion, and there was a low table in the wooden pavilion, on which were placed seven celadon plates with vegetarian dishes. Next to the low table is a small red clay stove, on which a clay pot is boiled, faintly revealing the aroma of wine and green plums.

Shen Miaoyan knelt down on a futon next to the low table and sniffed curiously, "In the temple, there are still drinks?" ”

"As long as you donate enough incense money, what do you want, they won't prepare?" Jun Tianlan's gaze fell on the celadon lotus flower cup in front of him, "Pour wine." ”

Shen Miaoyan let out an "oh".

She knew that the bigger the temple, the more twists and turns there were.

The crisp and sweet wine rolled down the spout of the pot into the celadon cup, and Shen Miaoyan couldn't help but ask, "National teacher, how much incense money have you donated?" ”

Jun Tianlan picked up the wine cup, took a sip indifferently, and didn't speak.

Shen Miaoyan put the clay pot back on the stove and grinned: "I know, a person like the national teacher who is not pulling out a dime will definitely not donate a copper plate!" ”

When Jun Tianlan heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, but he was not annoyed.

On this side, the two of them were talking, and on the other side, two men were walking this way.

One of them was Chu Yunjian, and the eunuch who followed him was no longer there at this time, but a slender and slender son accompanied him.

It's April, but this boy is still wearing a thick cloak.

After a closer look, his face was pale, and he was the one he met by Shen Miaoyan last time in the antique shop.

"I just wanted to come to Cheng'en Temple to watch the Buddha bathing and have fun with the people, but I never thought that I would be lucky enough to meet Mr. Gu." Chu Yunjian's voice was cordial, and his whole body was full of gentle temperament, which was very different from Shen Miaoyan's appearance when he met.

Gu Qinyuan smiled weakly: "The grass people don't dare to be. ”

Chu Yunjian also smiled, "There is a pavilion in the backyard, Mr. Gu will go with me to sit down." It's April now, and it's a good time to cook sake with green plums. ”

"It is an honor for the grass people to be invited by the Son of Heaven."

The two talked and went to the backyard.

From here, you have to go up to the meadow through a courtyard.

The two of them walked here, and the little monk who was guarding the courtyard door was startled, he recognized Chu Yunjian, but the national teacher was still in the pavilion, how could this be good?

Seeing the little monk's stunned appearance, Chu Yunjian's eyes flashed with displeasure, and then he stepped out of the threshold: "Mr. Gu, please come here." ”

From afar, Chu Yunjian saw that the plain white curtain of the pavilion was rolled up by the wind, and Jun Tianlan was faintly sitting inside.

He walked in with Gu Qinyuan quietly, and his eyes swept over Shen Miaoyan: "The national teacher is good Yaxing." ”

Shen Miaoyan got up from the futon, ran to Jun Tianlan and knelt down, only lowered his head, and did not look at Chu Yunjian.

Chu Yunjian and Gu Qinyuan knelt down opposite Jun Tianlan, and Jun Tianlan said lightly: "Your guest is here, Miao Miao, pour wine." ”

Shen Miaoyan lowered her head, took out two celadon lotus wine cups from under the low table and placed them in front of the two of them, and poured the wine one by one.

Chu Yunjian stared at Jun Tianlan's face, and introduced with a light smile: "The two of you must not know each other, right?" National teacher, this is Mr. Gu Qinyuan, who is famous all over the world for his calligraphy and poetry. ”

Gu Qinyuan got up and bowed respectfully to Jun Tianlan: "Master National Teacher, look up for a long time!" ”

Jun Tianlan held the small lamp with two fingers, and his face was indifferent: "Mr. Gu, please take a seat." ”

Shen Miaoyan quietly raised his eyes and saw that this Mr. Gu was clearly the one who was sick in bed in the antique shop last time.

She remembered that the national teacher and him were acquainted.

Chu Yunjian saw that Jun Tianlan's face was as usual, the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly more obvious, and his eyes fell on Shen Miaoyan again: "This one, is the maid of the national teacher?" ”

Jun Tianlan tilted his head slightly, his eyes were as cold as water: "She is the daughter of the Shen family, Shen Miaoyan." ”

Inside and outside the pavilion, there was only the sound of the mountain wind blowing, Chu Yunjian took a sip of green plum wine, and his voice was neither salty nor light: "It was born to be Peugeot." ”

Shen Miaoyan lowered his head to add wine to him, but suddenly he grabbed his wrist: "Shen family girl, can you complain?" ”

His fingers were slender and distinct, and they were held on her dark green sleeves, looking extraordinarily white.

Shen Miaoyan stared at the hand, trying to make her voice sound calm: "The people don't dare." ”

She didn't look up, but she still noticed that Chu Yunjian's gaze was like a sword, and it was smashing her body inch by inch, sharp and cruel.

Remembering that her father and mother died at the hands of this person, although she resented it, she was also very afraid.

After all, it's just a twelve-year-old girl.

Chu Yunjian felt the trembling of her body, and the strength in her hand increased: "Don't you dare, or not?" ”

The wind was like a whisper, and Gu Qinyuan sat upright and was silent.

Jun Tianlan tasted the green plum wine, his narrow eyes raised slightly, his eyes were dim, and it only fell on the hand between Shen Miaoyan and Chu Yun.

"Folk Girl...... No! ”

After a while, Shen Miaoyan squeezed out these four words from between his teeth.

After a long time, Chu Yunjian finally withdrew his hand, and his face was light: "I'm just joking with you, why are you so frightened?" It's boring. ”