The honor guard stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the abbot and the monks were waiting respectfully.

Chu Yunjian walked out of the dragon chariot, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Shen Miaoyan, who was following An Qixue, and the elegant smile on Jun's face was a little more sincere.

The abbot greeted him, and after the two sides had seen each other, he walked along the stone steps all the way to the temple.

Because people from the royal family came here to make incense, most pilgrims were turned away, and the temple was quiet, and only the sound of bells and monks chanting could be heard.

Shen Miaoyan followed An Ruxue, walked up the stone steps with her skirt, and looked up at this magnificent and solemn temple, the yellow walls and green trees reflected each other, and the bronze bells in the eaves of the temple swayed in the cold wind.

Farther away, the mountains are undulating and verdant, and it is a good view.

Everyone was assigned to the wing room, and Shen Miaoyan followed An Ruxue to live, but saw that the wing room was simple and clean, with green bamboos planted outside the green screen window, and the environment was very secluded.

An Sixue sat on the bed and said with a smile: "Wonderful words, I'm a little tired and want to sleep." If you find it boring, you might as well take Suwen outside to play. ”

"Okay."

Shen Miaoyan responded, watched Donglan Dongmei wait for An Ruxue to sleep, and then took Su Wen out of the room.

She had been to Cheng'en Temple many times, and she was not a stranger to this place, so she was bold and wandered around.

Besides, with Su Wen and Ye Han by his side, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

She passed through the heavy moon gate, and there was hardly a single visitor in the huge temple.

The people I met were all taciturn little monks.

She finally came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and put incense on the solemn Buddha before stepping out of the threshold and leaving.

Along the verandah, I turned around the corner, but I happened to meet Bai Qingjue.

He was dressed in a robe from the Tai Hospital, and held a bamboo basket, which contained candlesticks, snacks, fruits, Buddha incense and other things.

"Imperial Physician Bai." She called, a little curious, "You're here to incense too?" ”

Bai Qingjue bowed slightly, smiling warmly, "I want to make a wish." ”

"Doctor Bai believes in Buddhism?" She was even more curious.

I always feel that the national teacher and the people around him have probably had blood on their hands.

Such a person should not believe in Buddhism.

"People live for a lifetime, and they always have some sustenance. Buddha, if you believe, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it. Bai Qingjue smiled, nodded to her, and staggered over.

At the moment when he was oncoming, Shen Miaoyan clearly smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms on his body.

It's only February now, and the peach blossoms haven't bloomed yet, and the fragrance of the peach blossoms comes from nowhere.

She turned around and watched Bai Qingjue step into the threshold of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, she remembered that when Sister An used the cold moon plum blossom incense, the white imperial physician also smoked the plum blossom fragrance.

What a coincidence.

"Miss?" Su Wen saw her in a daze, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and shake it in front of her.

Shen Miaoyan came back to her senses and smiled: "Let's go." ”

She walked under the eaves, her eyes falling on the pavilions in the distance, her amber eyes full of thought.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

In a place like the Imperial Palace, there is no such thing as a coincidence.

Sister Ann she ......

At the same time, in the side room, Shen Yueru sat under the window, her red lips maintained an elegant arc, and she picked up a cup of tea on the table with her bare hands, and took a sip carefully, her voice was solemn but pleasant:

"Master Huiyu, we haven't seen each other for many years, and you're still the same. Is it this landscape that nourishes people so that they can keep their youthful appearance unchanged? ”

A middle-aged man in a light blue monk's robe stood in front of her, clasped his hands together, and was very respectful: "Niangniang said that she was laughing." Niangniang is blessed by heaven and will always be a child. ”

Shen Yueru chuckled lowly, put the teacup on the table, and looked at him quietly with a pair of water-cut autumn eyes: "When Master Huiyu was young, he worked as a bookkeeper in his father's room in the palace. Now that he is a monk, in just a few years, he has become a senior monk who manages the account office of Cheng'en Temple. It can be seen that talented people are popular wherever they go. ”

"Mother's praise." Hui Yu lowered her eyebrows and bowed slightly.

"Where ......" Shen Yueru leaned against the soft couch, and her eyes were undisguised calculations, "Bengong remembers that you write best, and you can also imitate other people's words." There are two letters and two kinds of handwriting here in the main palace, and you can copy them according to these two handwritings. ”

As he spoke, Caiqiu on the side immediately handed over two envelopes.

Hui Yu raised her eyes and looked at it, knowing that the queen mother was going to borrow his hand and do something that could not be said.

But he couldn't refuse.

From the moment he stepped through the door, he had to do as she was told, or he would be the one who was removed.

So he took the envelope, "Yes." ”

……

Shen Miaoyan strolled around and came to the back mountain gate.

The temple is quite high, and at the back mountain gate, there is still some snow that has not yet melted.

The two little monks were holding brooms, and when they saw Shen Miaoyan coming, they didn't salute, but they were still quietly sweeping the snow.

Shen Miaoyan stood on the clean steps, and there were Cangshan Mountains as far as the eye could see, and there were occasionally a few mountains, and there was still a little snow left on them.

A few homes dot the mountains, adding a bit of a human touch to the scene.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking that the national teacher had taught her to recite poetry before, so she whispered: "Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes, there are people in the depths of the white clouds......"

As soon as he finished reading this sentence, someone laughed behind him.

She looked back and saw that Chu Yunjian, who was dressed in a white robe, didn't know when he arrived, and he was smiling with his hands down.

Ye Han and Su Wen were shocked at the same time, both of them knew kung fu, but they didn't even notice the emperor's arrival.

The tranquil expression on Shen Miaoyan's face was immediately replaced by disdain, and he turned around and planned to leave.

Chu Yunjian stretched out his hand to stop her, with a little smile in his warm eyes: "I read the poem just now, I read it wrong." It was originally written about autumn scenes, how could it be recited at this time? ”

He felt that this little girl was getting more and more interesting, and there was not much ink in her stomach, but she was still reciting poems here with emotion.

Although it is a vassal elegance, it is a vassal cuteness.

Shen Miaoyan faced Chu Yunjian, always with a cold face puffed up with a bun: "It's not wrong, what does it have to do with you?!" I didn't read it to you! ”

Chu Yunjian was not annoyed, and still smiled gently: "If you want to describe the mountain scenery in early spring, it is still 'light coal dyed with frost.'" Xiaoping Mountain. There is no inference. It's like the West Lake, and it's not sunny after the snow' are appropriate. Can you remember? ”

"You go away." Shen Miaoyan was too lazy to deal with him, she wanted to hurry back to Sister An now.

Chu Yunjian didn't stop her anymore, and let her go with a smile, just a pair of eyes, but still staring at her back.

Li Qi was on the side, quite confused.

If His Majesty likes this Miss Shen San, but he has never given her a position.

If you don't like it, why do you always meet her around the bush?

Moreover, when I touched a nose of ash at that Miss Shen San, I was not annoyed.

It's really unusual.

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