Her aura is strong.

The mother and daughter didn't dare to say anything for a while.

"Do it yourself."

Sang Yan dropped this sentence and stepped out of the Yuesang Palace.

Outside the temple

The little noble son waited quietly.

Seeing her come out, she ran forward with a smile: "Master Sang, Xuan Niangniang, please come over." ”

Sang Yan nodded, got into the chariot, and went to the cold palace.

Cold Palace

After the renovation, the hall is much brighter.

Yun Qiao also transplanted a lot of flowers and trees from the imperial garden, put them in flower pots, and moved them to the front of the palace gate, and lined up in a long line.

The wind blows.

The flower branches tremble, the fragrance floats, and it is beautiful.

"I've seen Master San-"

She smiled like a flower and stepped forward to salute.

Sang Yan waved his hand and smiled: "No, I'm busy with you." ”

Then, step inside.

In the temple

Xuanrao was reading a book in front of the table, and when she heard the voice, she turned around and beckoned with a smile: "Ah Yan, come on, come on-"

Sang Yan saw her laughing happily, and her mood of being troubled by Sang's family affairs instantly improved a lot.

It's quiet and pleasant, why doesn't she want to come?

"What's the matter, so excited?"

She asked with a smile.

Xuan Rao replied: "I have studied divination in the past two days, come, come, look-"

The so-called divination is divination with three copper coins.

Xuan Rao threw it once, recorded it once, recorded it six times in total, and then went to turn the book.

Is this a learn-now-sell-it-now?

Sang Yan smiled and saw that she was busy with work, and asked cooperatively: "How is this hexagram?" ”

Xuanrao was still flipping through the book, the words on it were obscure, and her head was big when she saw it: "Wait a minute, don't rush me." ”

Sang Yan waited for a cup of tea.

Xuanrao finally researched it.

She looked at Sang Yan, pinched her chin, shook her head, and made a profound appearance: "This hexagram, tsk, mixed blessings!" ”

Sang Yan couldn't help but smile and asked, "Why is it a mixed blessing?" Tell me more about it. ”

Xuanrao: "...... You wait a little longer. ”

She went to flip through the books again.

This time it was faster, so Sang Yan waited for half a cup of tea.

"To sum it up...... Good news is coming soon. ”

Xuanrao closed the book, and her gentle smile carried the magic of healing: "So, don't worry about it." ”

Sang Yan knew that she was doing this, just to comfort her, but she was still very moved, nodded and smiled, "I'm fine." Didn't worry about anything. I tried my best. The emperor is also using all the country's strength to find someone. Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, and have no complaints. ”

"That's it."

Xuanrao nodded and smiled, and began to show up and say: "Look at me, my father died on the battlefield, the younger brother in the family is struggling in the hands of my stepmother, and I, as the eldest sister, am trapped in the cold palace and cannot be helped." If you are worried and guilty, you are afraid that you will be exhausted to death. I don't think about it that much. He had to endure hardships in order to become a superior man. My feng shui rotates, and now, isn't it also coming to me? ”

She is optimistic and open-minded, and she is very satisfied with her current life.

Eat and drink without worry, confidant company, fast and fast.

Sang Yan heard her mention family matters, and knew that she still missed her family a little, so she said: "When this matter is over, I will let the emperor let you out of the palace." ”

Xuanrao listened, and while she was moved, she also refused: "Don't play with the emperor for me." I've long lost my obsession with whether I can go out. Now that I have you, I can't think of it. ”

When Sang Yan heard her say this, she immediately felt the same way: "Yes." I don't want you out either. Without you in this palace, my life would be boring. ”

The two smiled at each other and were chatting—

The little noble son hurriedly ran in: "Master Sang, Master Sang, the emperor is invited." ”

The emperor could invite her countless times a day.

Sang Yan sat calmly and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Xiao Guizi said: "It should be the Sang family's business, right?" I've seen outsiders from the palace. ”

When Sang Yan heard this, he looked at Xuan Rao in surprise: "You really said it, the good news has arrived?" ”

Xuanrao: "......"

Is she a genius?

One learn, one hit?

Sang Yan didn't say much, immediately stood up, said goodbye to Xuanrao, and hurried back.

To the side hall of the Mulberry Temple

The emperor was already sitting on his seat, drinking tea, waiting for her.

"Your Majesty, Su Xi has news?"

"Hmm."

"Where is she?"

"Someone sent a message saying that the swordsman Tan Yun Jian took away your younger siblings."

"Talking about clouds?"

Sang Yan felt that this name was a little familiar, thought for a while, and exclaimed: "That's not what Sang Qiaoshui said, Sang Jie's master?" ”

Could it be the drama of an apprentice falling in love with his master?

Is it so bloody?

He Ying nodded at this time: "Hmm." Yes. ”

Sang Yan looked up inexplicably and asked, "Then what?" What is the relationship between the three of them? ”

Seeing that she was interested, He Ying deliberately sold Guanzi: "How do you know that it is three people, not four?" ”

Sang Yan was sure that Su Xi was safe, so the fire of gossip burned.

"Four? What's the situation? ”

She sat across the table across from him, and couldn't help but slap the table and urge: "What are you grinding?" Say it. ”

He Ying saw that she was eager, and he was even more inked: "Before you say it, you answer me a question first." ”

Sang Yan frowned: "What's the problem?" ”

He Yingzheng said: "What is your relationship with Jiang Ke?" ”

Sang Yan: "......"

Jiang carving?

The original owner's brother-in-law?

If he didn't mention it, she was going to forget about this person.

"What are you him for?"

Sang Yan pondered, feeling as if he had just missed some important information.

"Just tell me what your relationship is! Don't change the subject! ”

He Ying's face suddenly turned cold, and his voice became stronger.

Sang Yan looked at it and felt that he was jealous.

Why do you only eat the vinegar of Jiang Ke?

Jiang Ke has not yet entered the court as an official, even if he is the future son of the Marquis of Zhongyi, he will not be able to show it in front of him at this moment, right?

Wait?

Outsiders?

Someone sent a message?

Could it be that the person is Jiang Ke?

Sang Yan thought of this, so he pondered the language and replied: "What kind of relationship can I have with him?" I don't even want to be the imperial concubine, do I still want to be his concubine? ”

"Not necessarily not."

He Ying had a straight face, and his tone was very sour: "Didn't you become the princess of Jiangling?" And for him to stay widowed for so many years? may not love Wu and Wu, and want to marry his younger brother. Otherwise, why don't you want to remarry someone else now? ”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there might be something else to her insistence on being widowed.

That Jiang Ke is a handsome young man, and he is Jiangling's younger brother, if he talks to her, it is difficult to ensure that she is not moved.

Where did the two of them progress, so that the Jiang family would let her go back to her parents' house?

Finished.

I'm going to die of vinegar when I think about it.

Sang Yan listened to the sour words, and felt that he was dizzy and had no confidence in himself, so he felt that she had someone in her heart.

She didn't care about him either, and reassured: "The emperor thinks too much." I don't have a relationship with him. ”

He Ying looked happy: "Really? ”

Sang Yan nodded: "Seriously." ”

"Then why did he ask me to grant a marriage?"

The joy on He Ying's face disappeared again, and the person became cold.

Hum!

The boy was bold!

But to pass on the news, he politely asked what reward he wanted, and he actually asked him to give him marriage!

Outrageous!

Sang Yan didn't know the inside story, as if he saw his face change, he ran out of patience, and his tone was very impulsive: "That's his problem." What does it have to do with me? How can a man in this world really care about a woman's thoughts? Maybe he likes her and is willing to marry her, so she will be grateful and happy to get married, right? ”

In modern terms, how can you be so confident when you look so ordinary?