The sky was just bright, and the light like water fell into the main hall of the Holy River Temple, showing the compassionate face of the giant Buddha in the dimness.

The little novice who was in charge of sweeping the place hurried out of the hall and stopped a tall and thin novice.

"Senior brother, senior brother, have you informed the abbot about that incident?" His eyes lit up, "What did the abbot say?" ”

The tall man tore away the little novice's hand and said helplessly, "The abbot only said, don't be afraid of these gods and ghosts. If you want me to say, you must be wrong. At the feet of the Buddha, which demon can have this ability to become a spirit? ”

Xiao Shami couldn't help but show a look of loss on his face, and squeezed the broom pole tightly, "Is it true that I am wrong?" ”

He went back to the backyard, and occasionally saw a woman in red clothes dancing in the courtyard, and when watching its movements, the birds frightened the garden trees, and if the wind and snow danced, the beauty was not as real.

At that time, I only felt that this was what kind of demon had attained the Tao and strayed into the Buddhist temple.

Now presiding over this speech, and thinking about it carefully, Xu Zhen has misidentified which female benefactor.

Although the little novice is no longer thinking about this, the rumor that there is a demon in the Holy River Temple who is good at dancing has spread.

As the rumor spread, the content became more and more bizarre, adding more details as if it were true.

At the beginning of the rumors, Ruan Yuyi didn't know about it.

She took the osmanthus wine, went to the backyard of the temple, gently pushed open the half-covered door, and saw that there was no one inside, so it was convenient to sit in the room. She was wearing a light yellow makeup dress today, her complexion was scorching, and she was swaying like a spring flower when she moved, no wonder the little novice was mistaken for her.

Mu Ling put the jar of osmanthus wine on a few cases, and looked left and right, "Miss, why don't you see the son?" ”

Ruan Yuyi originally planned to still ask Mu Xiang to accompany her, but unexpectedly, when she was walking on the trail, she accidentally sprained her ankle, and the severity of it could be seen by seeing the fine sweat on her forehead.

Ruan Yuyi told her to rest and did not allow her to come.

She really gave her a lot of instructions, so she let Mu Ling go out of the house with the young lady.

If it's in the courtyard, it's just a matter of Mu Ling's words, Miss has always been a kind person, and she won't bother with her. But now she wants to see it, after all, it is the prince of King Yu, and according to her speculation, this son is not easy-going.

Ruan Yuyi said slowly, "Xu has something to do." "It doesn't hurt to wait for a while, they have never agreed on a time, and whoever waits for a while will have it.

Mu Ling's eyes were bright, he found a place to sit down, and his body couldn't help but lean closer to her, "Miss, is the son of the world as rumored?" ”

Originally, I shouldn't have inquired about the affairs between the masters, but when I heard the young lady say something piecemeal, and Sister Muxiang never allowed her to come with her, I couldn't help but want to ask a few more words.

"You were born in Beijing, you grew up in Beijing, and your son often shows up and has never met anyone?" She chuckled. I have never seen such a mouthful and tongue-in-cheek little maid, and this wood spirit is the only one in her yard.

Mu Ling shook his head, "Just a glance at it." Besides, it would be the same as what the young lady saw. She was really curious, and she wanted Miss to tell her everything in detail.

It's not the same.

She was stunned, in this way, in addition to his good appearance, His Royal Highness was far from the rumors.

He seemed to be indifferent forever, coldly watching her do her best, and his face was not wavering.

When she almost thought that he really didn't have half of his emotions, he was born at the beginning of the clouds and rain, and took off that cold and noble face. And the bad yin owl that is revealed again is just like his original appearance.

Most of the time he ignored her trembling.

His hand holding her ankle was so hot that it seemed to burn her, and she had to soften herself and let her fiddle with it, and every now and then, she was inexplicably a little startled by him.

Ruan Yuyi's hand on the table tightened slightly.

He would sometimes have her sit on the table. The skin touched on the top was cold, but there were burning kisses on the top, which always made her lose her mind and appear more obedient.

Ruan Yuyi's ears were quietly dyed red, and she turned her face away, and only said, "When Your Highness comes down, you can see it again." ”

Hearing her say this, Mu Ling didn't ask any more questions, and turned to talk about the side.

Before he could say a word, he heard a knock at the door. Turning his face to look, it was a young man with a folding fan in one hand and a face like a bright moon, and when he saw Ruan Yuyi looking over, he paced across the threshold.

Jiang Qi smiled, "I recently heard that there is a good dancing demon in this courtyard, so I asked the little master to bring it in, and I was thinking about whether it was Yuyi you." ”

Although he was smiling, he was actually looking at her secretly.

Last time, I knew that she had something to do with Uncle Xiaohuang, and I thought I should have rested, but when I heard this rumor, I immediately remembered her face. My heart moved, so I stepped forward to take a look.

He knew that unless he heard her say it with his own ears, he wouldn't give up easily.

She got up to salute, and when she heard the words, her eyes were slightly surprised, "I didn't know that there was such a ridiculous rumor." I think it was when she was free, she was figuring out Aunt Mei's song in the courtyard, but the courtyard door was not closed, so she was seen.

"I can confirm that the Yuyi Dance is indeed amazing," he smiled, and his words were inquiring, "but are you here all these days?" ”

If you hadn't stayed in the courtyard for a long time, you wouldn't have been so coincidentally seen dancing. But this is the place of the little emperor, he has been here for half a month to pray for the deputy general, with his friendship for the deputy general, I am afraid that he will not let others in and out easily.

She hesitated, feeling that there was no need to fight the county king's mind now, so she bowed her head and said, "Exactly." ”

Jiang Qi condensed his hand playing with the folding fan and lowered his eyes, "So, then do you recognize the one who lives in this courtyard?" ”

"Naturally." She knew that he had intentions for her, and she didn't want to hide it.

In the past, I didn't refuse, but I hid my thoughts, but now I don't need it. She turned her face slightly sideways and glanced at the jar of osmanthus wine.

The wood spirit standing beside him felt more and more strange the more he listened.

Isn't the young lady already in love with this prince? Why this time and again, it still seems so polite.

Moreover, listening to the one in their mouths, it doesn't seem to be talking about the concubine. Mu Ling lowered the suspicion in his eyes, tried his best to ignore the uneasiness in his heart, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Saying this, Jiang Qi also understood, and finally put his mind down.

He will not fight with Uncle Xiaohuang. He glanced at the person in front of him, but this little lady was really a pleasing person, and she could ask Uncle Xiaohuang to keep her by her side.

In this way, it is good to pick people up in the palace at that time, so as not to let my grandmother often be depressed about the lack of royal support.

He smiled undiminishedly, and asked softly, "Yuyi can see the letter I sent two days ago?" ”

"See." Seeing him so calm, although she didn't know why, she still said.

Then, she heard his voice clear and indifferent, "You just haven't seen it, it's burned." "Lest the little emperor find out that he misunderstood.

She did it herself.

(End of chapter)