"My mother's name is Wei Zheng, but she is the Wei of 'Jingwei Fei Mushi', and the Zheng of 'playing the kite under the north window'."

Wei Zheng ......

Jun Ruoxin thought about it carefully, she had never heard of this name.

The afterglow swept towards Yuming, and the other party also shook his head slightly.

She thought that it was probably because she had seen too many faces that she would feel familiar, so she didn't take it to heart, and said lightly: "The abbot of this palace and Fahua Temple are old friends, and he has promised to write a letter to speak for the prince in person." ”

"Abbot?" Shen Miaoyan was curious, "Can the emperor listen to an abbot?" ”

"Miss Shen, rest assured, what our princess promised will do her best. Outsiders don't know, but our princess knows that the emperor believes in gods and Buddhas the most. As long as Master Jueqing speaks, the emperor will definitely shake the mind of the abolished prince. Yuming smiled.

Shen Miaoyan was very happy, and hurriedly thanked Jun Ruoxin, but saw her take a sip of tea slowly, and said lightly: "Master Jueqing's weight alone is not enough, you still need someone to help." ”

"Who?"

"Master Yanxu of Meishan. If you can ask this person to go out of the mountain to help, Tianlan's dilemma will definitely be solved soon. ”

Shen Miaoyan nodded seriously, "Second Prince Gu said the same thing. I just don't know, which mountain is Meishan? How do I find him? ”

Jun Ruoxin pondered for a moment, raised her eyes and stared into her eyes: "What step are you willing to do for Tianlan?" ”

Shen Miaoyan was stunned.

Jun Ruoxin put down the teacup, avoiding her innocent eyes, and her voice revealed the indifference after being infiltrated by the years: "You young girls, don't you all like to watch "The Legend of the West Chamber"? In the play, it is sung, 'Love does not know what to do, go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live.' 'So what about you, what can you do for Tianlan? ”

Shen Miaoyan suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and then looked at her seriously: "My life was given by the fourth brother, if necessary, what does it matter if I return it to him?" ”

"It's not that I want your life...... Jun Ruoxin leaned on the low table, "Master Yanxu is hard to find, and only one person in the world knows his traces." ”

"Who?"

"His beloved apprentice, Miss Xiangfu, Xue Baozhang."

……

God loves to play tricks on people.

Shen Miaoyan held the snow ball and sat quietly on the steps at the end of the long street, with the vast rain curtain reflected in his eyes.

The people on the street all closed their stalls and went home to take shelter from the rain, and the huge street was quiet, as if she was the only one left between heaven and earth, and she could only hear her heartbeat and breathing.

Maomao and Ash lay beside her and took a nap, unable to understand her sadness.

Because of the rain, it got darker than usual.

Shen Miaoyan stood up, lowered her head and shook her wrinkled skirt, walked out of the eaves, and walked towards the eldest princess's mansion in the rain.

As soon as she reached the middle of the street, a paper umbrella fell over her head.

She turned around, the person who came was dressed in a Taoist robe, his eyebrows were as clear as a mountain, and his smile was a mercy that should not be present at this age: "If you don't hold an umbrella when it rains, it's your own body that is bad." ”

"Lord Sima." Shen Miaoyan bowed his head slightly.

Sima Chen walked forward with her, and his voice was clear: "I see that your eyebrows are tightly locked, I think there is something troublesome." We are also fated, you might as well talk to me, maybe I can solve your confusion. ”

"My confusion is unsolvable, only I can solve it." The little girl touched the hair of the snow ball, and her voice was flat but stubborn.

"If you don't say it, how do you know that others can't solve it?"

Shen Miaoyan glanced at him, this person exuded an aura that was different from others, he was also a teacher and a friend, a brother and a father, so that people couldn't help but trust him.

Her vigilance eased slightly, and she said lightly: "Living in the world, I always think that there are countless paths to choose under my feet, and I always think that as long as I work hard, I can reach the most anticipated future." However, God has already chosen the path we should take. No matter how hard you try, you can't avoid that reincarnation...... It's sad. ”

These words are old-fashioned, and when a sixteen-year-old girl says them, they are vicissitudes and weird.

The corners of Sima Chen's lips were still smiling, staring at the inky blue sky at the end of the long street, and his voice was elegant and dusty: "Even if the road under our feet is already destined by God, but until the last moment, how can the girl know that the road God chose for you is full of thorns or flowers?" Just standing at the intersection and taking a brief look, he began to complain about the injustice of God, and because of this, he slackened off, such a person will not be able to achieve great things in the future. ”

Shen Miaoyan turned his head to look at him in surprise, he stroked his beard, he was pure, like an old fairy who had strayed into the downtown area, even though he was actually only in his twenties.

The sky is getting brighter.

Sima Chen smiled as if he had broken through the mortal dust: "Don't be obsessed with your feet, don't be obsessed with what you are looking for, you can afford it, you can put it down, you can be safe, you won't be surprised when things change, do your best, and you won't regret it...... Even the heavens, maybe they will be moved, right? ”

Shen Miaoyan paused, he put away his umbrella, and looked up at the sky: "The rain has stopped." It's time for me to go back to the rooftop. ”

"Sir's words today made the little woman feel empowered, thank you for your advice." Shen Miaoyan bent slightly towards his back.

After Sima Chen left, Shen Miaoyan was independent of the street, and his voice was clear: "Don't be obsessed with your feet, don't be obsessed with your eyes." Do your best, and don't regret it......"

The corners of her red lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and she turned around and walked towards Xue's mansion.

Xue Mansion Garden, lakeside pavilion.

Xue Baozhang leaned on the case by the window, sketching the lake and mountains with a pen on rice paper, and when he heard Bi'er say that Shen Miaoyan asked to see him, the hand holding the pen paused slightly, and the ink spots were heavier, and the whole painting was ruined by this failure.

She put the pen on the celadon hill pen and said lightly, "Please let her in." ”

Shen Miaoyan was invited into the small building, and saw that the walls of the building were full of various calligraphy and paintings, and the inscription was the word "Xue Yin" in red clay seal calligraphy.

At the corner of the stairs, she stared at a huge ink lotus pond for a moment before she praised: "Sister Xue is indeed worthy of the name of the first talented woman of the Great Zhou." ”

"Our young lady has everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is naturally a veritable first talented woman." Bi'er was a little proud.

Shen Miaoyan smiled and continued to walk upstairs with her.

Bi'er pushed open the door, and Shen Miaoyan saw Xue Baozhang sitting on a circle chair and drinking tea.

It was evening, and the lake breeze blew in from the window, filling the room with the fragrance of books, which made people feel refreshed and happy.

Xue Baozhang raised his eyes, smiling and groaning, just like usual: "Sister Shen came to visit today, this is really a rare guest!" Bi'er, don't you see the tea yet? ”

Shen Miaoyan sat on the embroidery pier and got straight to the point: "Sister Xue is a smart person, so she naturally knows what I came here for." Now that the fourth brother is suffering in the Zongren Mansion, I only hope that I can save him as soon as possible. ”

Xue Baozhang's thin white fingers held the green and crystal tea cup, and his posture was elegant and beautiful: "I also had a marriage relationship with him, although it was fate after all, but he suffered this catastrophe, and I was very sad in my heart." I just don't know, what can I do to help Sister Shen? ”

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