"Yo Yo!" When Tianyuan's back disappeared into the night, Shen Yunan cast a resentful and accusatory look.

"How can I make it delicious when I made it yesterday?" Shen Xihe had to coax, "Keep it for tomorrow, it will definitely come back, and if Brother wants to eat it tomorrow, I'll make it for you." ”

Although she knew that her sister was coaxing herself, she was willing to coax, Shen Yunan was so coaxed, grinned, and was in a good mood when the prince picked up the rest of his things.

Just looking at this lamp, how to look at it is a bit of an eyesore.

"Jasper, put it away." Shen Xihe understood, smiled helplessly, and handed it to Biyu.

This is not a gift from someone of unknown origin, and it is not as good as the previous one to give away or discard.

With his eyes wide open, he saw that Biyu was carrying the lamp into the warehouse, and Shen Yunan was satisfied: "Ming'er, let's go to Pingzhong Garden?" ”

"Ming'er, I'm going to Xiangguo Temple, and I promised Master Xuqing that the Jiatihua incense prepared for Xiangguo Temple has been blended."

"I'll send you there, Xiangguo Temple also has two Pingzhong trees, which are said to have been around for a hundred years." Shen Xihe likes Pingzhong, but it is difficult to survive in the northwest, and in previous years, some were sent by his uncle's family at the end of autumn.

Shen Xihe readily agreed.

In the morning, Shen Xihe and Shen Yunan went to Tao's house first to meet their grandfather and uncles.

She and her brother are people on the cusp of the storm, and they have come to the Tao family to be diligent, and it is inevitable that someone will be unfavorable to the Tao family.

Tao Zhuanxian, who was easy to see his granddaughter, was stunned and unwilling to let people go, and Shen Xi said that he had an appointment with Master Xuqing first, so he was able to break free from his uncle's house.

Sending the incense to Xiangguo Temple, Shen Xihe did not keep a low profile, and let the shopkeeper of Duhuolou arrange for a good person to hold the spices covered with red cloth early in the morning, and the amount of Buddha statues to be molded is very large, and the six people neatly went around a few streets into the foot of the mountain where the Huguo Temple is located.

When Shen Xihe took them into Xiangguo Temple, the news that the spices of Duhuo Lou became the spices of Xiangguo Temple to shape the Buddha statue spread, so that people who have always been too expensive also gritted their teeth and bought it, so that the guests of Duhuo Lou were also honored.

"The incense is very good." Xuqing personally came to inspect it, and was very satisfied, and was grateful to Shen Xihe, "There is Lord Lao." ”

"The master is gracious." Shen Xihe bowed modestly, "I have been happy since I was a child, and I heard that Xiangguo Temple has a hundred years of Pingzhong, I don't know if I can have a look at it with my brother?" ”

The Pingzhong of Xiangguo Temple is planted by His Majesty Taizong himself, if the country has passed a hundred years, the Pingzhong tree has also passed a hundred years, it is the treasure of the town temple of Xiangguo Temple, except for His Majesty and Xuqing, ordinary people can not enter and exit at will.

Those who want to see it can only wait until the mountain is looking down and can see an image in the distance.

Master Xuqing hesitated for a moment and said: "At this moment, there is a Tan Yue in Pingzhong Courtyard, if the county lord doesn't mind, the poor monk will lead the county lord there." ”

"It's okay, as long as the other party doesn't bother us." Shen Xihe just wants to enjoy the scenery, and he doesn't have a habit of dominating himself.

"County Lord, please."

Xuqing led them to Pingzhong Courtyard, and from a distance, they could see an orange and yellow covering the entire courtyard like the sky, like a golden glow on the horizon.

In the midst of the gold, there stood a snow-white figure, and Shen Xihe stood in front of the moon gate in the courtyard.

This man was dressed in a wide-sleeved white dress, with black piping on the waist, cuffs, and hem, and a white hairband tied up a waterfall of green silk, he tilted his head slightly, stared deeply at the ginkgo tree, and occasionally the leaves fell, silently stopping on his shoulder, extremely gentle.

Shen Xihe didn't expect to see Xiao Changqing under such circumstances.

Set the princess's birthday banquet, he mourned in his clothes, and it was not appropriate to rush into it.

In this dynasty, there is a rule that if the wife dies and the husband mourns for one year, the princes, ministers, and royal families will continue the mourning for one year, but there are very few people who really wear mourning clothes for one year, because it is impossible to wear mourning clothes if you want to go to the court to handle official business.

As little as seven days, as much as three months, Gu Qingyu has been dead for more than four months, and Xiao Changqing is still wearing mourning clothes.

As if sensing that someone was coming, Xiao Changqing turned his head to look over, his gaze fell on Shen Xihe and couldn't help but stare at it.

This was the first time he had seen Shen Xihe, and a strong sense of familiarity rushed through his head, making him a little dizzy.

It wasn't until they approached that Xiao Changqing lost his expression and saluted each other.

Xuqing did not name Xiao Changqing's identity, and Xiao Changqing did not reveal the identities of Shen Xi and his brother and sister, so everyone regarded them as strangers to meet and greet each other.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Shen Xihe saw that Shen Yunan had gone to catch a lot of falling leaves.

"Take it back and pour you a pillow of incense." Shen Yunan picked out the complete and good-looking leaves to leave, and the others were scattered on the ground.

The autumn wind was bleak, and there were a lot of leaves swaying with the wind, Shen Yunan was in a hurry, and leaned over to pick the clean and intact leaves among the thick layers of leaves on the ground.

She likes Ping Zhongye, Shen Yunan once galloped thousands of miles and brought a bag of ginkgo. She was grateful for Shen Yun'an's intentions, and couldn't bear the decay of Pingzhong leaves, so she thought of a way to dry it and pour it into the pillow, and used it for a long time until she couldn't use it before replacing it.

"Let's pick some more and make one for my brother." Shen Xihe smiled comfortably, and squatted down regardless of etiquette to pick up with Shen Yunan.

If there is no one around, the brothers and sisters even discuss the leaves, and occasionally find a particularly large or particularly beautiful one, and give it to the other party to taste.

Xiao Changqing stood on the other side, looking at the brother and sister who were talking and laughing, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Just now when he saw Shen Xihe for the first time, he thought he was dazzled, and even his heart couldn't help but tingle.

But at this moment, looking at Shen Xihe, who lifted the hem of his skirt and squatted down to reveal his beautifully embroidered shoes, he was sure that he was obsessed with becoming a demon and gave birth to hallucinations.

His wife, a dignified and elegant girl who carved rules and etiquette into her bones, would never have made such a free move.

Qingqing, I'm going crazy when I think of you......

Xiao Changqing turned around and left the courtyard silently.

It didn't affect Shen Xi and the brother and sister in the slightest, and the brother and sister were still happy to pick up the leaves.

"I don't know where the county lord of Zhaoning and the prince of the northwest have gone?"

Just when the brother and sister were in high spirits, an unfamiliar woman's voice sounded outside the wall of Pingzhong Courtyard.

Shen Xihe and Shen Yunan glanced at each other, and both of them looked at the dense wall opposite the Moon Gate, thinking that they knew that Pingzhongyuan was the forbidden place of Xiangguo Temple, so they dared to make an appointment with the secret agent in the place where Pingzhongyuan was connected.

"I'm heartbroken for you, the northwest is desolate, no noble girl is willing to marry in the northwest, you have a chance for this identity, you have to grasp it." And the woman admonished.

"Auntie...... It is rumored that the prince of the northwest is killing people like hemp, and I ......" The delicate female voice sounded very embarrassed.