General

The temple with blue tiles and white walls is located on the top of Fanyi Mountain. As soon as the morning fog cleared, thin clouds gently wrapped around the mountainside.The exquisitely and neatly repaired stone steps slowly climb up from the foot of the mountain, half-hidden by large expanses of fire-like gorgeous Nantian bamboo leaves.

You can't take a car or a sedan chair up the mountain. In order to show your sincerity, whether you are the emperor or the princes on the day of blessing, you need to walk to the top of the mountain.

Lan Jing and Li Xuan got out of the car, and walked slowly along the stone steps that were so clean that they were almost spotless.

Today's Fanjing Temple has banned civilians from entering the mountain, and the imperial forest troops sent by Wansui today are lined up neatly beside them, all of them are gold and silver helmets, and they are very powerful.

Lan Jing raised her hand and quietly held Li Xuan's warm palm. The luxurious gold silk long sleeves hung between their arms, barely covering their overlapping fingertips.

Li Xuan was slightly taken aback, looked sideways at his seemingly affectionate smile, and glanced at the surrounding guards from the corner of his eye, and finally silently let go of the strength he wanted to break free, allowing him to hold on tightly. , climbed to the top of the mountain side by side.

The scent of incense candles lingering around gradually became stronger, Lan Jing slowly raised her head, frowning and looking up against the glare of the sun, only to see that the wall of the temple was not far away.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but found that the person beside him didn't show signs of fatigue at all, and even his breathing was unbelievably steady.

With such physical strength, will I be overwhelmed? ?

But what happened to this inexplicable expectation?

He didn't know how his thoughts suddenly deviated from the established track, but his cheeks were stained with a blush in the unstoppable imagination.Li Xuan frowned fiercely at his face full of signs of estrus, withdrew his hands in disgust, walked a few steps and saluted a group of people lined up not far away: "The abbot is here to welcome you personally, junior Ashamed."

Hearing the sound, Lan Jing looked up quickly, and saw Master Jingkong of Fanjing Temple wearing cassock and holding Buddhist beads, leading a group of disciples standing beside the stone steps outside the temple and looking at him with a smile.

He followed up with a little embarrassment, and lowered his eyes slightly while saluting: "The junior Lanjing and his wife came to your temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, and they are bothering the master."

"Prince Jing, Concubine Jing is polite." Master Jing Kong nodded slightly, his voice full of vigor, calm and powerful.He turned sideways, made a "please" gesture in the direction of the courtyard gate, and then led the two of them slowly towards the main hall.

The melodious sound of chanting came slowly from the magnificent main hall, and the three of them passed through the ancient temple door carved from sandalwood, only to feel that there was a brightly lit candle in front of them, filled with fragrance, and a huge Buddha statue with a golden body was sitting right in front of them. , Reflecting the constantly jumping candlelight, it looks more solemn and brilliant.

The etiquette is strict and the procedures are cumbersome.Compared with Lan Jing who was lazy and hastily dealt with everything, Li Xuan was particularly focused, and Zhuang Zhuang did everything meticulously.It's just that the handsome face with sharp edges and corners like a knife carving always seems to be full of preoccupations.

Kowtow, offering incense, praying...

By the end of the entire ceremony, it was already an hour later.

Lan Jing looked out of the gate of the temple from a distance, and saw two teams of imperial guards waiting neatly by the roadside, quietly waiting to send the two of them back to their residence.He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand to hook Ling Feng who was serving beside him, and whispered in his ear: "Lead a horse, it's rare to go out with the princess, I want to take him for a stroll!"

"Yes." Ling Feng looked at his lord meaningfully, his temper that became more frustrated and courageous is quite admirable...

Ling Feng disappeared in a flash, but Li Xuan was shocked by Lan Jing's wrist and dragged him out from the back door of the temple.

On the golden alley, a snow-riding crow was standing alone by the side of the road, its black satin-like fur glowing softly in the midday sun.

"Get on the horse."

Lan Jing unceremoniously got on the horse, and smiled at Li Xuan who was at a loss.

"Where are you going?" Li Xuan frowned, but he didn't move at all.

"Oh, I forgot!" Lan Jing suddenly pretended to be enlightened, and jokingly said, "You are a princess, should you sit in front and I'll hold you?"

When Li Xuan mentioned the word "Princess", the effect was comparable to plucking hair from a tiger's head. He immediately frowned severely, and snorted displeasedly: "Of course you are in front."

"Okay, then come up quickly." Lan Jing's seemingly harmless handsome face suddenly burst into a tricky smile, and at the same time stretched out her small white hand towards him.

Only then did Li Xuan realize that he had accidentally set him up again.But for some reason, he didn't feel bored, instead, he raised his breath and jumped behind him, raising his hand to pull the rein.

"Do you know where to go?"

Lan Jing held his strong wrist, smiled slightly and turned her head, looked up at him and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Lan Jing didn't have much strength, but he still stopped Li Xuan's movements. Looking at Lan Jing's wicked smile, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Then listen to me." Lan Jing slowly covered his wrists with both hands, and pulled him ambiguously around her waist, overlapping in front of her.His body leaned back slightly, and his back was softly pressed against his chest, in that posture, it was as if Li Xuan was hugging him tightly.

Li Xuan dodged back unconsciously, Lan Jing's soft hair suddenly brushed against the side of her face, carrying a few wisps of seductive fragrance.He was stunned for a while, then slowly opened his palms, hugged his delicate waist tightly, pursed his lips lightly and said with lowered eyes, "Let's go."