The whole heaven is watching Lao Tzu fall in love [Red Mansion]

When Jia Lang opened his eyes, staring dazedly on the sapphire pillow the next day, he encountered a man holding a strand of his own smooth black hair and fiddled with him under his nose, making his whole body itchy. Even though the eyes were not fully opened, a paw had already been stretched out, and it slapped the opponent's face with a slap.

Immediately, a chuckle came from next to his ear, and when Jia Lang finally managed to widen his eyes, he saw Shui Rong's handsome face that was close at hand: "Little slob, the sun is already high, are you sorry?"

Jia Lian changed from lying on his side to basking on his belly, and silently pulled Hong Ling up to his chin to answer this question.

I can't afford it, I can't afford it!Especially after soaking in the hot spring, the whole body feels like stepping on cotton, soft, and I don't want to leave the bed at all!

Shui Rong couldn't help laughing again, leaned over and rubbed his fair neck with his fingertips affectionately, like smoothing the fur of a cat, squinted little Jia Lang's eyes, and let out a shallow purr from his throat snoring sound.

"However, I originally planned to take you to the nearby Qingcheng Mountain for a walk today. If you can't afford it, how can we go?"

Jia Lang heard that climbing the mountain softened into a puddle of water, and he hugged the bedding tightly and did not let go: "Look, it's not that I don't want to go, it's that this bed doesn't want me to go!"

Shui Rong stretched out his hand and scratched his chin: "Forget it."

Seeing that he finally gave up, Jia Lang immediately buried his head in the cup again, ready to continue the date with Zhou Ding.But who would have thought that his body would suddenly fly into the air in the next second, and Shui Rong directly picked him up by the waist: "If you can't afford it, I'll carry you, it's the same."

[Look, look, princess hug, princess hug!In the mortal scriptures I read recently, this is almost an indispensable scene, and every time I read it, I feel my heart fluttering and I can't extricate myself, really...]

【Princess hug?But weren't you still yelling about that thing yesterday? 】

[Old gentleman, yesterday was Bidong, completely different from today! 】

[For the discussion of the story, please turn to the female fairy discussion group on the left, Laojun, don't be led astray by Chang'e! 】

Jia Lang: ...

I haven't seen you for a day, but it's still so lively.

Since he entered this Zhuangzi yesterday, he has not seen any barrage.I also know that Shui Rong didn't know what method to solve it, and I still feel a little lonely.

As a result, last night, he felt that this idea was very good, otherwise, wouldn't all his drunken stupidity be broadcast live?

Shui Rong did what he said, and he carried him all the way to the carriage, not even letting him change his clothes.It was not until he was safely placed on the cushion that he changed the clothes he had left in the carriage for going out, and said to the weak and unwilling little Jia Lang, "There is a Biyun Temple on the mountainside of Qingcheng Mountain. Su Zhai is very good." He paused suddenly when he said this, and then smiled after a while, "Especially a white jade bamboo fungus, which is a special dish."

Jia Lang's eyes lit up in a flash.He slowly sat up straight, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he held Shui Rong's hand in an instant and said with tears in his eyes: "Bosom friend!"

Who can know this heart?You will understand without words!

The abbot of Biyun Temple, Ci Xin, is an old man who is nearly seventy years old, with white eyebrows and beard, and has a bit of a fairy spirit.But he knew Shui Rong, so he put his palms together and saluted, calling out nobleman.

He immediately turned his gaze to Jia Lang who was standing beside Shui Rong, who was not even as tall as his waist, and was taken aback for a moment, before he could not help but say, "This little benefactor has a great chance with my Buddha, if he wants to—"

"Don't think about it," Shui Rong waved his wide sleeves, and pulled him to his side, "He's mine."

The light in Master Compassionate's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he glanced at Jia Lang again, sighing a few times about regret.

[What's the pity?Say it again, she is my Taoist daughter-in-law! 】

[However, if a mortal wants to rob someone from us, I'm afraid the level is still low. 】

【The bald people in the Buddhist family——】

[Shh, although Avalokitesvara is not here, and Tathagata's network is not fully connected, what if there is a signal?It's better to be careful. 】

Jia Lang didn't care what they were doing, he only wanted to eat vegetarian food and eat bamboo shoots.Fortunately, Master Compassionate didn't intend to let them worship Buddha, so he directly led them into the relatively quiet backyard, found a clean room, set up an Eight Immortals table, and ordered them to cook.

What was served on this dish was the white jade bamboo fungus that Jia Lang had always been thinking about.A few complete pieces of bamboo fungus placed on a rough porcelain plate are white, tender and soft, but the aroma has not diminished at all. It is almost destructive and breaks into the nostrils, making Jia Lang's heart start to beat wildly.

Shui Rong looked at him and shook his head, reached out to take a chopstick and put a piece of bamboo fungus into his open mouth.

The moment he put it in his mouth, Jia Lang felt like he was about to burst into tears.

Such a strong aroma, a soft but not lacking in flexibility taste, the fresh fragrance that blooms on the tip of the tongue...

He silently listed Biyun Temple as one of the must-visit places every month.

【My fellow immortals, is this human vegetarian food really so delicious? 】

[My fairy world is not lacking in exotic flowers and fruits. The flat peaches of the Queen Mother and the spiritual wine of His Majesty are all delicious delicacies.It's just that Xiao Lang has such an expression...]

【Old gentleman, you have already bigu.Do you still remember? 】

The vegetarian food in Biyun Temple is really unusual. Except for the white jade bamboo fungus that conquered Jia Lang’s stomach with just one bite, the enoki mushroom mixed with vermicelli, shredded taro, wedding cakes, etc. are also very delicious, which is better than those ordinary meat dishes. It has a bit more crisp taste, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

With a cup of strong Pu'er tea after the meal, Jia Lang's little bun resolutely fell back in the chair, humming comfortably.

Shui Rong stretched out his hand to explore, then raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that you will gain weight today?"

[This hand is put into the clothes, what a decent, what a decent! ——But why is this seat a little excited? 】

【...Old gentleman, you have been exposed. 】

【... No, he was infected by Chang'e. 】

Jia Lang waved his hands boldly: "Don't be afraid, a man is a man, it doesn't matter if he is strong!"

Shui Rong rubbed the increasingly round belly of the child under his hand, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Ah Qi, do you know that being fat and being strong are not the same thing at all."

Of course Jia Lang knew.

but……

He silently glanced at the dishes in front of him.

Sure enough, after today, let’s talk about losing weight again.

After a few days, the two of them lived in Biyun Temple temporarily, where they had three meals a day, which made little Jia Lang's face round again, making it softer and easier to pinch, and then they were taken by Shui Rong Back to the hot spring village at the foot of the mountain.After soaking in the hot spring for a few more days, the little face was soaked in white and pink, tender and fragrant, and then it was returned to Mrs. Zhang.

The first time Mrs. Zhang saw her youngest son, she felt that this was a white jade dumpling.It's round and round, the kind that can be walked on the ground with a push.

So although she was reluctant in her heart, she still had to admit that the son of Prince Jing of Beijing was indeed able to take care of others.

This year is still the selection of female officials in the palace. Yuan Chun has learned the rules for more than three years.If she can win great wealth, it will be great, and the whole family can receive some blessings; but if she can't win, she can only be forgotten in that palace, becoming a dusty, Names that will not be turned over.

Most daughters' families in this world are sad.From birth to death, what kind of place they will do and what they will do is never controlled by themselves.She can only sit on the red sedan chair from the door of the house shyly and full of anticipation, waiting for the husband she has never met to insert herself into an unknown place.She has to tremble and fear, she has to endure the three concubines and four concubines by her bedside, and she has to learn to swallow her anger and intrigue...

This is not what they want, but it is something they cannot change.

The night before Yuan Chun left home, he slept silently for the last night in the boudoir where he grew up.When I got up early the next day, I went to greet the old lady for the last time as if nothing had happened.

"Old ancestor, granddaughter is gone, don't worry about it."

Mrs. Wang on the seat had already covered her mouth with a veil, but the whimpering could not be stopped, her brows were full of sadness, and there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes.Even Baoyu stood aside and wept loudly, grabbing Yuan Chun's clothes vigorously, refusing to let her go.

"Big sister, big sister, can't you just leave?" His eyes were swollen into peaches from crying, "Isn't this your home? Why did you have to leave?"

These words made Yuan Chun's heart feel sour all of a sudden, she tried her best to smile, then stretched out her hand to caress Baoyu's head.

"Brother, sister, I don't know when I will see you again - you have to be obedient and be good! If you are good, I will come back!"

Baoyu nodded with a half understanding, and let go of the hand that was holding onto her sleeve tightly, but it was still twitching endlessly.

Mrs. Zhang sat aside with Jia Lian, Jia Lang and Yingchun, although she didn't say anything, her eyes were a little bit astringent.

No matter how ignorant Yuan Chun is, she is family.

The word family is often more powerful than other words.

Yuan Chun greeted Ann one by one, then turned around and left.She had already taken off the dress of Miss Qianjin that she often wore at home, and replaced it with simple and unpretentious materials, with unpretentious beaded flowers on her hair, carrying a zither, and walked out of the door step by step.Only a slender shadow against the sun is left behind.

After walking out, there will be no such person as Jia Yuanchun in this world.

Ahead, there are either clusters of flowers, or there is a separation between yin and yang!