Chapter 150: Be mindful (2)

Nie Wushuang frowned: "Is it Master Qingyuan again?"
Gongren shook his head: "It's another little master. The slave doesn't know what his name is."
Nie Wushuang didn't understand it at first, but the monks were highly respected in Yingying. Even if Nie Wushuang didn't want to, he should see it. The palace man retreated, and brought the monk in.
Nie Wushuang looked at the monk standing in front of him and frowned deeply: "Is this master ...?"
The ordinary-looking monk announced a Buddhist chant and handed a note to Nie Wushuang: "This was someone who entrusted the monk to the donor. The monk resigned."
He turned and left. Nie Wushuang opened and looked at the note in his hand, which was written in a deep Sanskrit language, and underneath it was written at a certain time in the Tibetan scripture hall. Goodbye, please please come. Nie Wushuang looked at that time, which happened to be the last day for the monk to do Dharma for the Queen Mother in the palace.
Nie Wushuang looked over and over for a while, but couldn't see why, and wanted to ask more carefully, but the monk had already left, and couldn't ask any more clearly.
Yang Zhi saw her face hesitant, and stepped forward to ask what was going on. Nie Wushuang showed his eyebrows: "Gonggong Yang, do you think this palace should go? If not, then you worry that Master Qingyuan will still be stubborn, and you will persuade this palace to do good every time you see it. If you go, still You have to listen to him. "
Yang Zhi was also in dilemma: "Master Qingyuan has won the praise of the abbot masters. I heard that recently the abbot masters have reached an advanced age and have plans to cultivate the next generation of abbots. I am afraid that Master Qingyuan is a powerful candidate among them."
Donglin Temple has always been inseparable from the royal relationship, and sometimes the emperor who has not been solved by the emperor has sought advice from the monks of Donglin Temple. Therefore, Donglin Temple is aloof in the country. If Master Qingyuan is fortunate to be the successor in the abbot's mind, it seems more necessary for Nie Wushuang to prepare to meet him on this trip.
Nie Wushuang sighed and put away the note: "Well, see you."
On the last day of the high monk's practice in the palace, the queen mother conferred the concubine and other kinsmen in the palace to observe the ceremony, and by the way can pray. Nie Wushuang was slightly well-dressed that day, and he was specially dressed a little. He only had a comb on his head. After a few beaded flowers, he walked slowly to the temple.
According to the reason, it is impossible to enter the Taimiao unless it is before the high sacrifice, but this time the Empress Dowager has a special grace to allow everyone to observe the ceremony on the high platform outside the Taimiao.
Nie Wushuang walked slowly all the way, the Taimiao was far away, and she and the palace people in the "Yonghua Temple" stopped and stopped. Xia Lan suggested: "Mother-in-law has no shoulders, so why not take the path and go faster."
Nie Wushuang walked with sweat, and nodded in answer. The three of them changed their course again. The path that Xia Lan said was to walk through the garden next to the palace and not to the avenue. The people in the palace have a long way to go to all the palaces, and they all take trails.
Nie Wushuang followed Xia Lan around a palace, and was about to pass through a bamboo forest, and suddenly saw someone whispering in the bamboo forest. In the verdant bamboo forest, she only found the dark blue figure very familiar. The two were embracing each other, and the man seemed to be a woman in comfort.
Nie Wushuang took a few more steps, and when he recognized the man, he couldn't help his face cold. Xia Lan didn't know why, so she followed the gaze and shouted "Yeah".
The two heard a voice, and the woman in the palace dress in the man's arms was scared to hide his face and hurried away. Nie Wushuang watched the woman's figure disappear quickly, red lips sneered.
The disturbed man slowly turned back, lazily leaning on a bamboo edge and laughing as Nie Wushuang approached: "You are here too?"
When Xia Lan saw Xiao Fengqing on the side, she knew that she was in trouble and knelt down and kept hoeing her head: "Master Wang spares his life, and slaves should die!"
Nie Wushuang cast aside her and Yang Zhi, and looked at Xiao Fengqing coldly: "Wang Ye is so good at Xing, even in the palace, he has also become a passionate species of compassion and love for jade."
Xiao Fengqing smiled and straightened his shirt. Nie Wushuang saw that his lips were still red and rouge, and he couldn't help but pull out a handkerchief from his arms and threw it to him: "Master Wang, wipe it! If you wait Let the Queen Mother see, how can your Highness explain? "
Since the last Mid-Autumn Festival, Nie Wushuang has rarely seen Xiao Fengqing in the palace. It seems that Xiao Fengyu often sent him errands. The former wealthy idle grandpa has now become an indispensable right arm of Xiao Fengyu, and all this seems to be She started after entering the palace.
Nie Wushuang did not understand whether he was reused because of himself, but from Xiao Fengqing's purpose in Qi Guo, she knew that all of this might be Xiao Fengyi's intention. It's just that the two brothers have their own thoughts, one is harder to guess than the other.
"Anyway, the Empress Dowager doesn't like the King, and I asked the King to watch the ceremony just because I didn't feel good about the etiquette." With a smile: "What? Are you worried that the king will be punished by the queen mother?"
Nie Wushuang looked at the papa in his hand and couldn't help but say, "Lost. The palace is gone."
Xiao Fengqing slowly retracted the handkerchief, put it under the nose and sniffed, and the eyes flowed, gradually revealing the ambiguous smile: "Good fragrance."
Nie Wushuang was accustomed to the unruly and teasing of his words, but his face was slightly reddish with the gaze in his eyes.
I have n’t seen it for a few days. Today, he is wearing a navy blue casual clothes. Although it is a common noble dress, but because he is a prince, he embroidered a strong auspicious pattern with the same color silk thread on the clothes. Floating clothes, added a bit of royal majesty and strength. His head of ink was curled up with a phoenix-shaped mule, just like when he first met her, the wind

Xiao Fengqing caught her gaze, Jun Yan smiled evilly, and took her into her arms while she was distracted: "Did you just get jealous?"
Nie Wushuang was shocked and looked back in a hurry. Yang Zhi and Xia Lan had already avoided each other, and they watched on both sides of the road one after the other.
Nie Wushuang struggled desperately, and said angrily, "His Highness let go!"

Sorry later, this article is more difficult to write. Many factors need to be taken into account. There are updates in the afternoon, and it is still updated today. There are five thousand words below.
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