Glory to the ancestors

Yang Jin ran all the way, and he didn't know what his purpose was.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Li Xiao came out of the temple, nodded his head, turned around, and saw Yang Jin standing behind him, who was dripping wet, he was startled, "Why are you here..."

Yang Jin's eyes were confused, tears and rain were mixed on her face, her body swayed, and she fell down.

Li Xiao quickly threw the umbrella in his hand, stepped forward to catch Yang Jin, "You..."

When Yang Jin woke up again, he was lying in a hut, where sandalwood was burning, and it smelled very good. He loosened his shoulders, turned around, and faced the door.

"You're awake." Song Han pushed open the door, looked into Yang Jin's eyes, and smiled, "I asked someone to check your pulse and said you're fine."

Yang Jin was taken aback, noticed the scar on Song Han's hand, and sat up quickly, "You are..."

Song Han turned his hand over and looked at it, "You can see it."

"Princess," Yang Jin wanted to salute her, but Song Han refused, "This is not in the palace, so there is no need to be so formal."

"Then this is..." Yang Jin didn't remember very clearly what happened last night, he only remembered running out and being drenched by the heavy rain, but he couldn't remember after that.

"This is the Zen temple in Zhennan City," Song Han explained to him, "You fainted at the gate of the temple last night."

"Really," Yang Jin desperately recalled, "Did you see me?"

Song Han shook his head, "It's the prince."

"What?!" Yang Jin froze, letting Li Xiao see her appearance, it was true.

"You don't have to worry, the prince is not a troublesome person," Song Han said calmly, "But I think you are probably someone he values ​​very much, that's why he asked him to find a doctor for you overnight, and guarded you until dawn before returning .”

"Ah..." Yang Jin felt that Li Xiao's kindness was a bit inexplicable, but he wiped his nose, "I'm sorry to trouble the prince and concubine, I'll go back now."

"Don't worry," Song Han handed tea to Yang Jin, "The prince told you not to worry, he has already canceled the morning business for you."

It was only then that Yang Jin remembered that he was going to meet the southern border officials for Rong Zhen today.

Thinking of Rong Zhen, Yang Jin fell silent, "That's all right."

Song Han turned her head, "You kept calling someone's name in your sleep,"

Yang Jin's pupils shrank, "I don't..."

"I really think too much during the day, so I should light some soothing incense at night."

Yang Jin didn't expect that Song Han's next words would be this sentence, she was a little caught off guard, nodded and said, "Got it."

"My lord said that you will stay in the southern region in the future. You can ask him. He has a lot of research on incense." Song Han is very gentle, making it impossible to connect this kind of her with her past experience.

"Thank you, Princess." Yang Jin nodded again.

Song Han narrowed her eyes, "Do you remember, I met you when I was young."

The Yang family and the Song family have a very deep relationship, and it is normal to meet each other, but Yang Jin was only three or four years old when the Song family had an accident, "I can't remember clearly."

"At that time, you still had to be hugged," Song Han smiled, "I'm not that old either."

She paused for a while, feeling a little sentimental again, "Who knew it would be this time to say goodbye."

Yang Jin pursed her lips, and didn't know how to answer the question. To be honest, he had many questions in his heart now. Why did Li Xiao run to the temple in the middle of the night? What kind of relationship between the two of them...

But he dared not ask any of them.

Song Han said, "You can go back after you eat your meal. Although there are only some vegetarian dishes in the temple, it's not good for you to always eat those greasy things in the palace."

Yang Jin responded.

Song Han is a very talkative person. This morning, Yang Jin and her talked a lot about Buddhist scriptures, and the two of them got something from each other.

This temple is located in the center of the city, but it is quiet in the middle of the noise, and it is very comfortable.

If it wasn't for his practice, he would have to cut off the mortal bond, so Yang Jin would have planned to be ordained here.

He knew that he was too persistent, but in fact he didn't have the karma of Buddha.

"Princess, why are you cultivating here?" Yang Jin asked.

"It's ridiculous to say that at first I came here to get angry with the prince," Song Han chuckled, her eyes suddenly warmed up, "but then I found out that this clean place has its own fun, so I no longer cling to it." Mortal love."

Yang Jin pursed her lips. At first, he didn't think that Song Han would tell him such a private matter.

Regarding Song Han's matter, Yang Jin had discussed with Rong Zhen, and they both believed that Song Han married Li Xiao just to save his life, and it was impossible to really talk about love.

The two of them were originally in a political marriage, and they had never met before they got married.

After getting married, Li Xiao's demeanor and Song Han's beauty are actually a good match. Yang Jin can write hundreds of pages of stories in his mind when he thinks about it.

Yang Jin felt that something was wrong again, if they were loving after marriage, what happened to those twin sisters.

Yang Jin's curiosity was about to pop out of her throat, but seeing Song Han's calm face, she couldn't say anything.

He sighed, stood up, and bowed to Song Han, "Princess, I really want to go back now, otherwise my subordinates should be worried."

"Okay," Song Han stood up, clasped his hands together, and smiled slightly, "I won't give it away."

After Yang Jin left, Song Han silently went back to her room, which was opposite to the room where Yang Jin was resting.

Last night Yang Jin was lying on the bed, holding Li Xiao's hand, unable to break free, but kept chanting Rong Zhen's name.

She knew about Rong Zhen, the famous Rong Guogong, the celebrity in front of the Queen Mother, and the courtier Li Xiao relied on inside.

Unexpectedly, he was still the person on the top of Zhuangyuan Lang's heart.

Li Xiao listened to Yang Jin's drunken words with a blank expression, gave up struggling, let Yang Jin hold her, and sighed twice in between.

Song Han didn't sleep all this time, just looked at the light in their room, reflecting Li Xiao's shadow.

If he had been so patient with himself back then...