All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

Zhuang Leyu said with a doting tone: "Ye'er, didn't I tell you not to come here to find me? Why are you here again!"

Zhuang Qingye said unhappily: "I heard that tomorrow is the Poseidon Festival. I wanted to go out and play, but my father didn't want to, so I had to come here to find you!"

"Why can my sister go out, but she won't let me go out?"

Zhuang Luyu explained patiently: "Your sister made an appointment with her classmate. She is from a daughter's family, which is naturally different from you. You are about to reach the age of marriage, how can you run out!"

"Be good, go back quickly!"

Zhuang Qingye snorted lightly, glanced at Song Xiang from time to time, and thought to himself: This girl is too good-looking!

"Mother, are these two guests a family?"

Zhuang Leyu said with a smile: "Mr. Shen is the fiancé of Miss Song, and we will be a family from now on!"

"Ye'er, I still have business to discuss here. You go back to your father first. After I finish talking, can we talk about tomorrow's affairs?"

"Mother, do you keep what you say?"

"nature!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Zhuang Qingye turned around and walked out of the living room.

Shen Yubai remained calm, took the banknote out of his arms according to the price of salt here, put it on the table and said, "I won't bargain with Mr. Zhuang!"

"Master Zhuang, please keep these banknotes!"

Anyway, when His Majesty dismisses Zhuang Luyu from his post, these silver coins will still return to his hands, Shen Yubai.

Thinking like this, Shen Yubai's expression suddenly became clearer: "Since Mr. Zhuang still has family matters to deal with, I won't bother you and take my leave!"

Zhuang Luyu stood up, said a few polite words, watched Song Xiang and Shen Yubai go out, then picked up the banknotes on the table and started counting them.

The more he counted, the more satisfied he became, with a greedy smile flashing in his eyes.

It wasn't until Song Xiang followed Shen Yubai onto the carriage that the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

...

The time goes back to the Buddha Bathing Ceremony on April 15th.

Master Wuchen set out from Chaoxi City, traveled a long way, and stayed at Longhua Temple.

On the day of the Buddha Bathing Festival, people all over Xuanyang Prefecture rushed to Longhua Temple to pay homage to the Buddha's golden body. Devoted men and women from all over the country knelt in front of the temple to pray.

In order to appease everyone in the mansion, Jiang Qingyan took a group of people from the mansion to Longhua Temple to offer incense.

Nonyue missed Song Xiang very much, and he said to Xu Jining absentmindedly: "It would be great if Xiang'er was here!"

Xu Jining listened to Nongyue's words and thought of Song Xiang's voice and smile, and his mood became depressed: "Cousin Xiang'er has been gone for so long, and I don't know what happened to her?"

Lu Zechuan snorted coldly: "She didn't even send back a letter. What do you want her to do?"

"There's no need to think about her!"

Wei Tingxun said with some displeasure: "Master Lu, how could you say such things about Xiang'er?"

Feng Mian didn't say a word. He stared at the Buddha statue blankly and prayed silently, hoping that Song Xiang would return safely.

Jiang Qingyan showed the magnanimity of a gentleman, coughed lightly, and reminded them: "In this pure place of Buddhism, what are you doing with all these verbal disputes?"

"If you are really worried about Xiang'er, please pray for her more!"

After everyone heard this, they became quiet.

After half a stick of incense, Master Wuchen, surrounded by eminent monks and Buddhist disciples, arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

Several young novice monks placed futons, and all the eminent monks sat down with Master Wuchen.

All the other monks were sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, listening to Master Wuchen chanting sutras and preaching the Dharma.

Wei Tingxun saw the old abbot of Qingying Temple among the eminent monks, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Rong Qiuli found out that Jiang Qingyan had brought Song Xiang's husband to Longhua Temple, so he also drove over.

Wearing a curtain hat, he walked to Jiang Qingyan's side and asked in a kind tone: "Mr. Jiang, do you have a letter from Song Xiang?"

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Rong Qiuli beside him through the curtain hat, and said lightly: "I never wrote a letter!"

Rong Qiuli didn't believe it: "You are her real husband, how could you not receive the letter?"

Hearing this, Jiang Qingyan leaned next to Rong Qiuli and whispered: "Her trip is very secretive. It's not like you don't know. Even if you still miss her, you have to be considerate!"

Rong Qiuli opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time.

The two of them just stood like this, listening to Master Wuchen chanting sutras, like monks in trance.

Half an hour later, Jiang Qingyan said warmly: "The Amitabha Sutra taught by Master Wuchen can make people wiser and wiser."

Rong Qiuli said in agreement: "Listening to Buddhist scriptures more is also a blessing."

Master Wuchen stood up and looked towards the crowd. He accidentally met Jiang Qingyan's eyes and gave a meaningful look.

After the ceremony ended, Jiang Qingyan took everyone back to his house.

When Rong Qiuli wanted to leave, he suddenly met Du Liniang who also came to offer incense.

The moment she saw Rong Qiuli, her eyes lit up: "Master Rong, what a coincidence!"

Rong Qiuli replied coldly: "Miss Du, is there anything else? If not, I will go back home!"

Du Liniang's eyes flashed with disappointment and she said, "Mr. Rong, do you really not care about me at all?"

Rong Qiuli frowned: "Since you are engaged to Yi Jian, you should treat him well instead of being half-hearted and letting him know and be sad in the future!"

"Miss Du, let's just say goodbye!"

"Mr. Rong!" Du Liniang hesitated for a long time before speaking decisively, "What I told you will not change!"

"If you change your mind before I get married, you can come to me at any time!"

Rong Qiuli looked ugly and turned around to leave without even replying to Du Liniang.

As the sun sets, the yard slowly becomes quiet.

After Jiang Qingyan finished his meal, he disguised himself, put on his curtain hat and went to Longhua Temple.

Master Wuchen sat quietly on the futon as if he was waiting for Jiang Qingyan.

The little novice monk was ordered by Master Wuchen to wait for someone outside the temple.

It wasn't until he saw Jiang Qingyan wearing a curtain hat that he walked up to him with some confusion and asked, "Master, are you here to see Master Wuchen?"

Jiang Qingyan replied with a clear voice: "That's right, please ask the young master to lead the way."

After following the young novice into the temple, he came to the newly renovated Zen room. The young novice said the Buddha's name and left.

Jiang Qingyan opened the door and walked in, leaving Shuangming guarding outside.

"Qing Yan, you're here!"

Master Wuchen put down his beads. He was completely different from the aloof master in front of others. He was very relaxed and casual at this time.

Jiang Qingyan smiled warmly and said in a friendly tone: "You came to Xuanyang, why didn't you send me a message?"

Master Wuchen then smiled, and his clear face became more handsome: "I have obtained His Majesty's will, how can I easily convey it to you?"

"However, you didn't come here late at night just to meet me, an old friend, right?"

Jiang Qingyan said pleasantly: "You can't escape the eyes of Master Wuchen. Tell me, do you know anything about Xiang'er's life experience?"

Master Wuchen did not answer but asked: "Do you really care about her that much? What would you do if she were not the Princess of Changping?"