Gong Pingcheng smiled and looked at Mo Lan gently, "It turned out to be Miss Mo, ah, you will be in time for the New Year, and the fifth brother will personally send you out, which is really envious of others!" ”

Gong Shaoqian gritted his teeth, in his eyes, Gong Pingcheng was mocking him when he said this, and he looked kind, "The second brother said that he was laughing, by the way, what the second brother was holding in his hand was the meditation relics of Guoan Temple?" ”

"Yes, two days ago, your second sister-in-law quarreled with me and gave me a headache, so I went to borrow this relic to rest assured, fortunately she didn't make trouble today, and said that she wouldn't bother me when I was worshipping the Buddha, no, I would go out of the palace to return the relics." Gong Heicheng shook the wooden box in his hand, looking melancholy.

Gong Shaoqian didn't think about Mo Lan's face at the moment, so he just sent one to the door, and immediately said earnestly: "Then it's better to trouble the second brother to send Mo Lan out of the palace for me, today I saw that my mother was a little coughing, I was very worried, and I wanted to go back to take care of it." ”

Gong Pingcheng's eyes looked back and forth between the two, still with a gentle smile, "It's okay, the fifth brother never forgets the filial piety of the son of man, which is considered a merit, and I helped the fifth brother send Miss Mo to a merit." ”

Gong Shaoqian rolled his eyes when he lowered his head and said merit crookedly, turned his head to Shang Mo Lan with a smile on his face, and his eyes motioned for her to follow Gong Pingcheng.

Mo Lan blinked, rolled her eyes at him, and then smiled, "Then it's going to trouble the second prince." ”

Gong Shaoqian left without looking back, leaving Mo Lan and the second prince who looked simple.

If you want to say who is the least favored among the princes, it is the second prince, his biological mother Li Guifei is the only daughter of Yu Wenzuo, who is now the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, and entered the palace when Yu Wenzuo was still a waiter.

Among the same people who entered the palace, she was the most favored, and after giving birth to the second prince, she was directly promoted from a beauty to a noble concubine, and her father was also promoted to the secretary of the Ministry of Industry.

But because of a dance of water beauties fell into the pool, the weather was cold, frail and sick, and lifelong infertility, and the emperor gradually lost interest in her.

gave birth to the prince after her, except for Qin Wenyu, the daughter of the Qin family, who was promoted to the position of concubine, the other four were all awarded the title of four concubines, and Su Xilian was directly promoted to concubine after giving birth to her daughter Gong Yunxiu.

The second prince's original name was Gong Yuang, after entering Chiyuan Academy, because of his mediocre qualifications, he studied Buddhism all day long, and the emperor was furious and said: "It's so mediocre and nothing, it's better to change your name to Pingcheng!" ”

Gong Pingcheng didn't care either, and went to the Jade Butterfly Pavilion after returning to Beijing, painted the red Gong Yuang black with a black pen, and wrote Gong Pingcheng with a red pen on the side.

The ancients had a saying that "the survivor is Zhu Shu, and the dead are Moshu", like him, when he dies and is reborn.

The emperor and the Yuwen clan almost beheaded the whole house, but fortunately, the first emperor and the prince made a persuasion, saying that Gong Heisei had the shadow of his great-grandfather like this, and let him stay in the palace to eat fasting and chant Buddha, which should be regarded as praying for the royal blessing.

"What is Miss Mo thinking, so engrossed, if I have such concentration when reciting the scriptures, why worry about the day I become a Buddha!"

Mo Lan turned around with black lines, and heard that the old emperor palace was definitely left the palace when he was in his forties, leaving the palace and traveling all over the world, which led to chaos in the capital, and the prince was constantly assassinated outside, and the court was unstable.

Even so, when Qin Rongluo, the ancestor of the Qin family, found him in Lingxiao Sect, he still calmly recited the Buddha.

Now that nearly forty years have passed since the scuffle for the throne back then, the Spirit Palace, which is one step away from becoming a god, has still not broken through that last barrier.

"By the way, Miss Mo, this is the hand-copied Buddhist scripture that I was originally going to give to Lord Song today, but I want to go to Guoan Temple, I'm afraid I will be disturbed a lot when I come back, if Miss Mo can help me send it, it will also be ......."

"One merit!"

Mo Lan interrupted him at the right time, otherwise he didn't know how long he would have to babble and how many things he would take out of the space bag around his waist.

"Second prince, the gate of the palace has arrived, I have accepted the Buddhist scriptures, I am going to get into my carriage, second prince, you go slowly."

Gong Heicheng nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say something, Mo Lan directly climbed into the carriage without even stepping on the stool, "Smack!" He closed the carriage door.

"It is worthy of being the future fifth princess, with the same temperament as the fifth brother, vigorous and resolute, and a good match! It's a good match! ”

Mo Lan sat in the carriage, listening to him say these words with a headache, the people she had seen before who chanted Buddha were all calm and calm, and the poor ones who talked little, and they were talkative, it was the first time they had seen him.

Ai Xiang blinked innocently, "Miss, why did the second prince send you out?" ”

Mo Lan looked at the rest of his life, "Don't mention him, by the way, go prepare some gifts, take a detour, and go to your uncle's house." ”

The Song family produced two Taishi Lings in a row, one is her uncle Song Qinglin, and the other is her cousin Song Runsheng.

The hand-copied Buddhist scriptures she held in her hand were naturally a surprise gift to his uncle.

When Gong Heisei broke into the Jade Pavilion, his uncle was invited to help with the editing, and all those present that day were left in the palace by the emperor and denied food and drink for three days.

Her uncle followed her grandfather, a weak scholar, and his cultivation is still a spiritual person, and he almost killed him if he didn't eat or drink for three days.

Now that more than a year has passed, he is still scared when he mentions this matter.

When Mo Lan handed over the Buddhist scriptures to him, he obviously saw his stiff expression, "I thought it wouldn't be sent again this month, but I didn't expect you to send it to me, Lan'er." Sit down! ”

Song Qinglin took the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures, sighed softly, and asked his subordinates to send them to his study.

"Uncle, why is the house so quiet today?"

Song Qinglin looked at the pile of gifts piled on the table and shook his head, "Lan'er, it's too extravagant, and your uncle's family is not allowed to bring anything in the future." What? What did you say? ”

Mo Lan looked at him obediently, "I'm asking why are you at home today?" ”

Song Qinglin looked aggrieved, although he was in his thirties, although he was handsome, he was still like a white-faced scholar.

"Your aunt went to the military camp on the outskirts of the city this morning, Ying'er followed, your brother stayed in the Hanlin Courtyard today and didn't come back, Lan'er!"

Song Qinglin looked at her with tears in his eyes, tears rolling in his eyes, "You can accompany your uncle to dinner today, your uncle has not been accompanied for several days!" ”

The corners of Mo Lan's mouth twitched, her uncle Su Xibai was the only female general in the dynasty, and after giving birth to a boy and a girl, she directly asked her to be stationed in the city defense camp, and I don't know if his maternal grandfather's genes were too strong, and he was a man from literature and a woman from martial arts for several generations.

Listening to her mother, her uncle was one of the four princes in the capital when he was young, and he was the most bookish son.

On the day of marriage, it was as if he was the one who got married, crying like a tearful person.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan sneered, "Poof! Cough! Okay, Lan'er hasn't eaten with her uncle for a long time. ”