Shenghe Temple is the largest temple in Beijing, accommodating more than 3,000 monks, incense burns all year round, and the backyard also has a special wing room to accommodate the pilgrims and receive nobles.

This time, the prince and the concubine worshiped the Buddha and fasted, and they stayed in the backyard of the temple.

Ruan Yuyi and Mu Xiang walked up the long steps all the way, and it took them half an hour to reach the place.

Walking to the center of the main hall, I saw that the huge golden Buddha statue almost reached the beam, and in the soft light of the morning, it also shone brightly, which can not be described as majestic. There are a lot of melons and fruit cakes stacked on the tribute platform in front of it, and there are monks who change them every two days.

The smell of incense filled the air, which made the comers calm down and relax their voices.

The hour was indeed early, and there was only a small novice in the main hall.

"Mu Xiang, do you know who is the prince of King Yu?" Ruan Yuyi attached to Mu Xiang's ear and said in a low voice.

Mu Xiang shook her head and replied, "Miss, the slave and maid go in and out with you, and you will recognize you wherever you are." ”

She shook her head, pursed her lips and smiled, "I made a mistake, I should have brought Mu Ling with me." She beat Xiaochang in Beijing, Xu is recognized. ”

However, the place where the son of the world is located, there should be guards, and it is not difficult to find.

The two of them skimmed past the little novice and walked towards the side door that led to the backyard, but the little novice also ignored them, perhaps it was not uncommon to see such an early pilgrim.

After a little detour, the two finally found a place. The courtyard door here is hidden, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures is faintly heard inside, neatly and lowly, and the sound is in the ears.

Ruan Yuyi pursed her lips, and as soon as she took a few steps forward, she was stopped by the guards by the door.

"Who is it that comes? No people are allowed here. ”

Ruan Yuyi lowered her eyebrows, her voice was soft and pleasant, "Big brother, I lost a hairpin here a few days ago, I think it fell inside, can you let me go in and look for it?" ”

Fortunately, the Shenghe Temple adheres to the equality of all beings, and the backyard rooms are open to the people, regardless of whether they are high or low, otherwise this excuse will not stand.

She looked into the other's eyes, their eyelashes fanned, and their eyes were full of pleading, hoping for an affirmative answer.

Unexpectedly, the guard's face did not change, and he snorted coldly, "Girl, do you know that this excuse of yours has already been used?" "These women are accustomed to such clumsy little tricks, you know, this one doesn't eat it.

Ruan Yuyi was pierced in her mind, and her face was slightly red.

She glanced at the gap in the hidden door, and became more and more sure that it was the prince of King Yu. Listening to the meaning of this guard, I am afraid that she is not the only one who wants to climb the world with an excuse like her.

It was impossible to go in directly, she had to find another way.

She pretended to walk away, but in fact she was looking for a low unguarded wall, but the wall here was one and a half as tall as her, and even if Mu Xiangtuo could lift her, it would be difficult not to make a sound.

When he was in trouble, he heard Mu Xiang exclaim in a low voice, "Miss, look over there!" ”

Ruan Yuyi looked in the direction she had indicated, and saw a narrow gate in front of her, but she couldn't see the front through here, and happened to be blocked by a thick banyan tree.

The branches of the tree reached out of the high wall, and each branch was tied with a number of red ribbons—an old tree for pilgrims to pray for.

The two went to check and found that there was still a gap between the tree and the door that could accommodate one person, so Ruan Yuyi gathered the hem of her skirt and carefully squeezed in.

The scene in front of her suddenly opened up, and the sound of chanting became clearer, Ruan Yuyi followed the sound and watched, and found that the sound came from the house not far away, although there were no monks, but there was a son in a dark brocade robe standing at the door.

A jade crown tied his black hair high, he was long and jade, and his temperament was outstanding, just one glance, let others know that he was not the son of an ordinary family.

Ruan Yuyi stood under the banyan tree, thought for a moment, and then apologized in her heart and untied a red rope. I hope people don't blame her, she has no choice but to borrow this object of prayer.

She lifted her hand, and the thin sleeves of her coat slid down her arm, revealing a white forearm. She leaned on her toes and turned her head to ask Mu Xiang, "Do you think this works?" ”

Mu Xiang smiled and praised, "If the slave is a man, she must like Miss like this." As she spoke, she moved to a corner of the road, and when the time came, she was more evasive.

Ruan Yuyi was always uneasy in her heart, worried that Zhiya was looking high, and her hand was too rude; I was worried that this method was cumbersome and it would be inconvenient to reply later, so I practiced it over and over again.

How did she know how she raised her head slightly, and under the green silk, a neck as smooth as jade appeared, and it was so intriguing. The long red rope fell on her hand, lining her skin as white as snow, which was even more amazing than the red of the falling trees.

The chanting continued calmly for a long time.

The early morning in autumn was already a little cold, Ruan Yuyi was overwhelmed with coldness, and her body wrapped in gauze clothes was blown by the cool breeze and shivered, which was extremely pitiful to look at.

But she still stubbornly stood still, waiting for the man to come.

I don't know how long it took, when she felt a little dizzy, her eyelids were heavy, and she could barely stand, the Buddhist scriptures stopped at some point.

"How did you get in?" A clear, cold voice rang in her ears.

Ruan Yuyi suddenly looked back, her cheeks were slightly red, her tears were dotted, and she looked like she wanted to cry. From her blurred vision, she barely saw the appearance of this black-clothed boy.

This is a young man full of nobility.

He has a pair of peach blossom eyes with a slight lower and three whites, the bridge of his nose is straight and sharpened, but the outline of his face is relatively soft, which achieves a contradictory beauty.

This makes people think of the warmth and jade when he laughs, and the expressionless under his eyes seems to be a murderous aura, although he is holding a folding fan in his hand, it is more like holding a long sword that drinks blood.

As soon as her feet moved, the bells between her feet and wrists jingled, like fairy music in her ears, as if with countless tiny hooks, which was breathtaking. made the bell sound inexplicably, and Jiang Huaiyang, who came by following the sound, was also stunned.

This bell came into his dreams every night, and he was all too familiar with it.

In front of the Buddha, there was no desire, but he uncontrollably brought the woman in front of him into a dream situation.

He always felt that she should climb up to his neck, softly coquettish, her eyes were not powdered, and she showed a strange flush, her sideburns were slightly wet, sticking to the corners of her forehead, and the whole person seemed to be soft as a puddle of spring water.

This string of faint ringtones made Jiang Huaiyang feel charming, and suddenly felt a little hot on his body.

It's just that his expression remains unchanged, and his words are mixed with imperceptible restraint, "This is not a place where you can stay for a long time, so don't leave quickly." ”

The other party's eviction order fell on Ruan Yuyi's ears, and it all turned into a buzzing whisper.

She didn't care about the low-grade fever in her body, she wanted to bow down, she didn't want to be dark in front of her, and her whole body was paralyzed.

"Miss!"

She did not fall to the ground, but was caught by a pair of rough hands, and fell into a strange embrace, her nose filled with the faint fragrance of soaphorn.