"Lan Wanru, what are you doing? Invite me to come, and you want me to wait at the door? Li Zhao, the son of Fengtianfu Yin, held the maid's hand, twisted his fat body and struggled out of the carriage.

He was dressed in a gold-woven robe, but it was soaked with his sweat, and his face was red, and his hair was disheveled, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The little girl who fanned the wind behind him, the fan in her hand was about to spark out.

He looked up at Wufangzhai with the door closed, and his face was full of impatience.

"I heard that Princess Chaoyang is also coming today, Miss Lan probably has to wait for Princess Chaoyang to come before opening a shop." The little maid carefully explained behind her.

Li Zhao crossed his waist, looked at the people around him who were also sweating profusely, and heard that it was Princess Chaoyang, who had not shown her face for a long time, and was silent, but there was still some resentment in her heart.

"In the past, Zhiwei Pavilion was not like this—on such a hot day, it would be nice if you could still taste the Crispy Mountain." He licked his lips, some of the smell, some of the nostalgia.

"Her crispy mountain is delicious, but do you dare to go? It's groundless, but do you hear the nursery rhymes on the street? It's better to believe it than not to believe it! ”

The boy next to him shook his fan angrily and interjected.

"Not only on the streets, but also recently my cousins in my house have started singing. I have to say that it is really mysterious, and it is a little weird. If there is no explanation, I'm afraid no one will dare to go. Li Zhao turned his head and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the attic of Wufangzhai sounded the singing of Lingling, the singing voice was ethereal, it sounded like a Buddhist scripture, and it really washed the hot heart.

Immediately after that, the little maid in silk brought cold water to everyone.

"There are not only ordinary pastries in the store, but also crispy mountains for you to taste."

Qiaodie smiled and entertained everyone present, this cold water was sent by Lan Wanru downstairs when everyone complained, so she hurriedly sent her down to deliver it, which can be regarded as appeasement of everyone.

"There is also a crisp mountain here?" Li Zhao's eyes widened in surprise.

Although it is hot and unbearable at the moment, and the cold water in his hand is not as good as the mung bean smoothie that day, there is a crisp mountain in Wufangzhai!

"Yes! Our shop not only has a crisp mountain, but also when my young lady was born, a vision fell from the sky, and when she grew up, she devoted herself to worshipping the Buddha, not only befriended with Princess Chaoyang, but was also known as the little lucky star of Lanfu. In the future, the birthday banquet of the old lady of the Guogong Mansion will be held, which cannot be compared with those unlucky broom stars! Qiao Die said with a smile, her voice was loud and her tone was full of pride.

Li Zhao's eyes lit up, he didn't expect Lan Wanru to be such an auspicious existence.

Come to Wufangzhai to eat Sushan, you don't have to worry about it, risk being cursed and sticking to bad luck, and you can also touch the joy of the little lucky star of Lanfu, why not?

Li Zhao thought about it, and drank the cold water in his hand happily.

If this Sushan is the same as that of Zhiwei Pavilion, he will come to Wufangzhai for dinner in the future.

The rest nodded in agreement.

After all, compared to the rumored broom star, which is a father and mother, and an ominous character, normal people still like lucky stars that can bring good luck.

Seeing everyone's surprised reactions, Qiaodie felt more confident and confident in her heart.

"Princess Chaoyang has arrived—"

Before Qiaodie could say a few more words, the eunuch's sharp voice was heard in the distance.

"Princess Chaoyang devoted herself to worshipping the Buddha, and she didn't show up for a long time, and as soon as she went out, she came to this Wufangzhai. It seems that this Lan Wanru is really a lucky star, otherwise how could she please Princess Chaoyang? Someone in the crowd muttered.

Everyone stretched their necks, looking at Princess Chaoyang's sedan chair coming, and the fan in their hands did not stop for a moment.

"This plaque of Wufangzhai is as red as blood, I heard that the enlightened master personally wrote it for her, she is really blessed."

At noon, the scorching sun hung in the center of the sky, scorching everything on the earth, and the plaque with red letters on a black background of Wufangzhai was even more vivid as blood at the moment, eye-catching.

The three big characters of "Wufangzhai" were written by Lan Wanru specially looking for the monks in the temple.

Master Enlightenment is the best at calligraphy, but there are few of his true works in the world, and the powerful in the world can't shake him in the slightest, even if Princess Chaoyang wants to see him, she can't see him.

Lan Wanru visited him with the name of Lan Bojian, and only then did she get this pair of pen strength, pen dragon and snake calligraphy, she engraved it on sandalwood, hanging it high, and Lan Wanru was most proud.

Today, Princess Chaoyang promised to walk out of the deep house and come to Wufangzhai in person, just to evaluate this rare calligraphy with Lan Wanru.

The red handwriting was particularly dazzling under the scorching sun, and the words seemed to come to life, and seemed to be slowly oozing blood.

Hearing the people around him say this, Li Zhao's eyes also looked up and saw the legendary plaque.

"You say—is this plaque dripping blood?" Li Zhao squinted his eyes and said to the little maid beside him, with some hesitation in his tone.

"Don't talk nonsense! This is the plaque written by the enlightened master himself, how can the plaque cry blood? Crying blood is a bad omen, this Lan Wanru is a lucky star! A young master beside him blinked his eyes and categorically denied it.

Li Zhao nodded as if he didn't understand, and then moved his gaze to Princess Chaoyang's sedan chair.

Princess Chaoyang has already gotten off the sedan chair at this moment, she is dressed plainly, but she has a bit of the majesty of the eldest princess.

Two grandmothers followed her, holding fans in their hands, and were fanning her for the wind, never stopping for a moment.

Lan Wanru hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

"The courtiers see the princess, and want to ask how the princess is doing?" She saluted to Princess Chaoyang affectionately, and seemed to be very familiar with Princess Chaoyang.

"Well, hurry up, with your hand-copied Buddhist scriptures with me, everything is fine. Show me the true works of the Enlightened Master. ”

Princess Chaoyang smiled at her, with a rare look in her eyes.

Everyone looked at Lan Wanru and Princess Chaoyang's familiar appearance, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim, and they were even more sure that Lan Wanru was a little lucky star.

Princess Chaoyang is the eldest princess, she was deeply favored by the first emperor in the past, and even the emperor had to be polite when he saw her, but he didn't expect her to be friendly with Lan Wanru!

Lan Wanru felt the envious gaze of everyone, and her heart was even more proud, she helped Princess Chaoyang to the door of the shop.

Look up at the plaque.

The blood-red handwriting glowed magnificently in the golden sunlight.

"Princess Qiyu, this is the true work of the Enlightened Mage. With the enlightened master, I can ensure that this plaque will not rot for a hundred years, and those who hear and see this plaque are blessed people who can be blessed by the Buddha. ”

Lan Wanru's words were very good, her voice was crisp and pleasant, accompanied by the faint sound of Buddhist scriptures, which made Princess Chaoyang nod frequently.

"It is worthy of being an enlightened mage, this power, into the wood three points, Wanru is worthy of you, in order to get such grace-"

Princess Chaoyang raised her head and carefully admired the plaque, her tone full of admiration.

But before she could finish speaking, she felt some moist liquid drip onto her face.

One drop, one drop.

Princess Chaoyang frowned slightly, only to see that the eyes of the people around her were full of horror.

It's like seeing a ghost.