The Thousand Buddha Temple is full of incense, but the road is difficult, and it cannot be supported up the mountain by the servants and maids, and it is necessary to go to the temple in person to show sincerity, even when the Son of Heaven comes.

The fourth prince Wanyan Qing'an went back from the Thousand Buddha Temple and became crazy, Jiang Hua led people to check several times openly and secretly, but did not find useful clues, Caiyi was made difficult by the queen, but Wanyan Qing'an didn't even recognize his mother this time, only recognized Caiyi, and didn't return to the palace after being killed.

On this day, Caiyi finally coaxed Yan Qing'an to drink the soothing soup, and immediately rushed to the Thousand Buddha Temple.

She didn't believe that Jinchu was dead.

That girl looks like a blessed person, and the little girl can write "Journey to the West", so she is definitely not a stupid child!

In the drizzle, there are very few people who come to the Thousand Buddha Temple to offer incense, and the colorful clothes hold the flower folding umbrella, carefully step on the slippery steps, and wipe the sweat on the forehead from time to time.

When she went to the temple to offer incense, Xiao Shami said that the abbot of the Thousand Buddha Temple wanted to see her, so she went as he said.

An old monk with kind eyebrows and white hair was waiting for her under the Bodhi tree, and the abbot slowly spoke: "I look at the face of the donor, and calculate that the donor has a catastrophe in his life, and if he can survive it safely, he will be rich and glorious in the future." ”

Caiyi was anxious, out of respect, or asked the master to guide her, and the abbot folded his hands: "Amitabha, the female donor, the road often taken may not be a good road, and the donor can enlighten on his own." ”

Caiyi donated incense money, saying that she wanted to go around the temple.

The peach blossoms of the Thousand Buddha Temple have long been grateful, since it was rumored that there was a wolf in the Thousand Buddha Temple, the back mountain was sealed, Caiyi found a hidden place, took out a dagger from his arms that sharpened iron like clay, cut out a gap, and drilled out.

The forest was quiet, there was not even a bird call, Jiang Hua did kill two wolves on the mountain, and the wolf was indeed fierce, and his eyes were red, but the Thousand Buddha Temple was a holy place for Buddhism, and it was not a place where wild wolves ran over casually.

Suddenly, the sound of Si Suo Suo was heard in the woods, and Caiyi shoved the dagger into her arms.

In the blink of an eye, the people in the forest had already rushed in front of her, and Caiyi turned around and ran down the path.

"Sister, what are you running?"

The young man who came out of the dense forest quickly ran to the front of Caiyi, and did not forget to turn around and tease.

Caiyi, as the owner of the Qinglou, what kind of man has not seen it?

She could see at a glance that the young man was not very old, but a pair of peach blossom eyes could hook people's souls, either he was born with charming bones, or he had practiced evil arts.

"If I don't run, will I wait for them to kill me?"

When the boy ran out, Caiyi found a group of people chasing behind him, all of them agile, holding long knives, and their eyes were fierce.

Although Caiyi is not a target, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not kill people.

The mountain where the Thousand Buddha Temple is located is high and dangerous, and Caiyi and the boy are soon forced to a cliff, and the river below the cliff has become turbulent due to the rain for several days.

The young man turned his head to look at the man in black who had been outflanked, and said casually: "Now that there is nowhere to run, what is my sister going to do?"

"I'll do what you do."

"Yo, is this on me?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes turned to the bottom of the cliff,

"What if I jump off a cliff?"

"I'll jump too!"

Caiyi looked at him without the slightest hesitation.

The young man didn't talk nonsense, he jumped down, and before the man in black could slow down, Caiyi jumped off the cliff with him.

The moment the river flooded Caiyi's head, Caiyi was glad that she was forced by her mother to learn to swim.

Where did the boy come from in the Thousand Buddha Temple? She has inquired that there is a Murong prince living in this back mountain, and I heard that he is a child of a family from the Great Wei Dynasty, saying that it is the incense of the Thousand Buddha Temple, and he came to pray for his mother.

When she doesn't know anything? She bet that this person must have something to do with Jin Chu's disappearance!

Then, darkness plunged in front of him.

Lan Xuan has always believed that in the hearts of men, a woman's face is the first, her figure is the second, her family background is the third, and her morality is the last.

Even if it's a fox, as long as it's coquettish enough, a man can sleep for a while.

Thinking of the portrait in Yan Zong's box, the anger surged, and he suddenly lifted the kettle on the tea stove and poured a pot of boiling water on the head of the palace maid serving tea.

"Ahh

Lan Xuan threw away the kettle and said nonchalantly: "Phew, fox girl!" Burning your face and screaming so happily, who are you trying to seduce?"

Listening to the screams, she was not only angry, but her eyes were even more intense.

"Send her to the princess's mansion and do whatever the people over there do!"

Qing'er knew that she was angry, and she didn't dare to persuade her again, so she only asked someone to drag the scalded little palace maid out.

The other handmaidens who were close to them watched this scene from a distance, all terrified.

Lan Xuan is the most noble queen of Yun Kingdom, and she is also one of the best beauties, she is conceited about her appearance, and she is also carefully selected for the maids around her, and she cannot afford to lose, but she changed her hairstyle a few times today, and Lan Xuan is not satisfied.

At this time, the palace maid who combed her hair was even more nervous, and accidentally tore off a piece of the queen's green silk.

Lan Xuan's face was cold, she raised her hand to take a lamp, and poured the lamp oil on the palace maid's head.

"Get out on your knees and start your own fire." Lan Xuan said coldly.

The palace maid kept begging for mercy, but she didn't dare to refuse, she walked out of the courtyard tremblingly, gritted her teeth and lit the ends of her hair after being entangled for a long time.

The tongue of fire rose in a hurry, quickly enveloping her entire head, and a terrible scream followed, and the palace maid fell to the ground and kept rolling.

Lan Xuan was still not satisfied.

"Look at her, you can't put out the fire until your hair is burned!"

"Bad luck, isn't there a better person to groom the palace?"

The maidservant Qing'er smiled and said, "Niangniang, there is another one over there, which was sent by the master of the horse to honor you."

"Well, it's okay, let's put on the face first."

Lan Xuan lay on the couch, dipped her hands in the golden basin with her eyes closed, and Qing'er dipped cotton wool in milk and gently applied it to her face.

In order to maintain her youth forever, Lan Xuan not only uses the blood of the girl as a medicine primer to bathe, but also uses fresh human milk to nourish her face every day.

"Mother, the hour is almost up." Qing'er reminded.

"Let her in." Lan Xuan sat up lazily, and today the harem held a banquet and invited the noble lady in Kyoto, and she promised to help Qin Xuan win over the wives and daughters of several ministers.

Fengxia Palace is graceful and luxurious, magnificent, and the decorative utensils are all precious things, and the woman brought in by Qing'er is in her early thirties, and she lowered her eyebrows after just one glance, and she didn't dare to come out.

"Let's get started." Qing'er pushed the woman.

The woman didn't dare to slack off, and after cleaning her hands, she carefully spread Lan Xuan's ink-like hair and began to curl her hair.

In the bronze mirror, Lan Xuan's eyelids were raised slightly, and the corners of her lips were full of ridicule: "That's it?" ”

The woman was silent, but just sped up her hand speed, and seeing that her hair was about to be completed, her wrist was flipped, and her little finger was raised.

I saw that the bun was slightly slanted, smart like a snake, compared to the slightly solemn Lingyun bun, it was more light and delicate, and Lan Xuan's eyes lit up.

The woman dipped in jasmine oil again, picked a lock of hair on each side of Lan Xuan's forehead, and finally inserted a golden step with a phoenix spreading its wings.

"Queen Mother, all right."