Chen Qingzhi who travels south in all clothes

Halfway through the Fanghua Banquet, it can be said that the guests and hosts had a good time.

Prince Zhaoming was three points drunk, and he felt faintly in his heart, no matter how scorching the peach blossoms are at this moment, how gentle the blue waves are, the prosperous land is not long, the feast is hard to come by, what is there in life, can we really keep it!

For a while, Zhaoming lost his interest in feasting, walked out of the Honghu Garden alone, and stepped into the Yanque Temple where the Sanskrit sounds lingered.

This royal temple is full of fireworks on weekdays, but because of the bustle of Honghu Garden, it looks a little quiet.

After paying homage to the Daxiong Hall, he walked around to the Changming Hall in the northeast corner, where the God Lord was enshrined. He once lit up the long-burning lamp on the tablet of the elder sister and secretly worshiped it there.

I saw that the courtyard was full of vines and vines, full of green, and there were a few rockeries in the corner, and there was a living spring flowing out of them.It was exactly noon at this time, and there was no one there, except for a woman in a plain skirt who was praying by the spring.

The young woman felt that someone was intruding and was about to avoid it, but when she turned around, she froze for a moment.Zhaoming was also very surprised, this was not the day when he saved his wife.

Zhaoming strode towards the spring, and saluted first, "It's a coincidence that I can meet Madam here. I haven't thanked you solemnly for the rescue last time."

The woman bowed her knees as a courtesy, and said with concern, "I don't dare to be a slave, but you don't have to be like this, my lord. Is your health better?"

"It's much better, Mrs. Lao is worried," Zhaoming said with a smile like a spring breeze,

"Madam prays by the spring. People in Jiankang have the custom of worshiping when they encounter water. Naturally, the bigger the water, the better. There is a Yanque Lake outside the temple. Although it belongs to the royal garden, the west side is open to the public. If Madam has a wish, It’s okay to go.”

When Zhaoming saw her just now, he bowed his head in prayer and was very devout, so he said this.

The woman smiled and said, "No, today, beside Yanque Lake, crowns are gathered, and all the girls are competing to see 'Xiao Lang', so I won't join in the fun."

This is the second time Zhaoming has heard the word "Xiao Lang" in the past half a day, and he can't help but laugh.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman said slowly, "I don't know, Mr. Xiaolang. It is rumored that the prince of this dynasty will hold a spring banquet by the Yanque Lake to choose a concubine. Even ordinary girls have to go to try their luck. That's not true. How many Xiao Langs are the people in the boudoir's dream!"

Even though he knew she was joking, Zhaoming couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said, "How do you know what the prince looks like? If he is ugly and fat, how can he bear the word Xiao Lang?"

"Shouldn't it be, I heard that he has a brilliant literary talent, he is only 12 years old, and he is already listed as one of the 'Four Talents of Chicken Crowing'", the woman said firmly.

Zhaoming asked in surprise, "Have you read his poems?"

"Not at all," the woman shook her head.

"I don't know much, but once in the temple, I listened to Master Wushou recite the Diamond Sutra compiled by the prince. The master also praised him. He is a caring person. The prince wrote a preface for each small part of the scriptures. , even people like the slave family can understand it clearly. How old do you think he is, and he is not as weak as the crown, so it can be seen that Su Hui is very intelligent, and his fortune is profound!"

Zhaoming felt warm in his heart, looked at her warmly and said, "So Madam also believes in Buddha?"

"I can't say anything, but I just pray for my family members from time to time." The woman lowered her head and stared at the toe of her shoes. This young man's elegance and demeanor always made her feel ashamed.

Zhaoming thought to himself that she must be sincerely praying for her husband and son-in-law, and he couldn't help but feel sad, and said euphemistically, "I think my wife's husband must be very blessed, and I hope that one day, I can meet him in person."

When the woman heard what he said, Xiaolu said sadly, "He's inside!"

Zhaoming was taken aback for a moment, knowing that riding a tiger would be hard to get off, and said forcefully, "I would like to be an introduction."

After that, the two of them quietly stepped into the Changming Hall without saying anything.

There was no one in the hall, but a woman brought him to a long-burning lamp. Behind the lamp, a wooden sign was written, "My late husband is the Zhuo family of Guoshan County".

Only then did Zhaoming understand, and he secretly blamed himself for being reckless, and confessed, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that Madam is so young, I hope to take care of myself!"

"It doesn't matter, this happened many years ago. He should be very happy to have a gentle gentleman like you come to visit," the woman comforted softly.

"Actually, my elder sister is also enshrined here." Zhao Ming pointed to the right side.

Together, the two of them solemnly offered a pillar of fragrance to their relatives and ancestors, and then walked out of the hall silently.

At this moment, an unspeakable impulse surged in Zhaoming's heart.From his bosom, he nervously took out a jade flute, which was the most precious treasure given to him by his father before he came. It was cut from Kunshan jade, and the two seal characters "Fengming" were engraved on the tail of the flute.

The emperor hoped that he would give it to the candidate for the crown princess in his heart, so as to tie the knot of "the phoenix is ​​flying".But half a day ago, there were many ladies at the Fanghua Banquet, but he didn't want to give it to anyone, but at this moment, he only wanted to give it to the beauty in front of him.

She is obviously not the famous Shuyuan he imagined, noble and dignified, proficient in poetry, a woman like Xie Yun.She didn't even know how to read words, but they were like that. They hit it off immediately, and they spoke freely. He wanted to just gossip with her like this.Even if it is wordless companionship, it is good, relaxed and natural, without speculation.

What about her, would she think like him? If she knew his identity, would she treat him sincerely?

If she fears him and alienates him because of this, what can he do?But if you don't show your heart at this moment, where will you go in the future to find the trace?

Zhaoming never hated himself as a prince more than at this moment. He was not born as a prince, and he never thought about the position of supremacy, but he was bound by it all the time, and it was difficult to break free.

Zhaoming struggled violently in his heart, his body remained motionless, and the woman seemed to sense that something was wrong with him, and pretended to be curious, "Hey, this jade flute is so unique!"

Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had made up his mind, he handed the jade flute in his hand to her, "Give it to you!"

The woman looked at him hesitantly, not quite understanding the meaning of his move.

Zhaoming's eyes flickered, and he confided quietly, "You once said that Xiao Lang is the dreamer of so many girls. I don't know if I will be lucky enough to be your Xiao Lang?"

"But, I..." The woman's unspoken words were hidden in her lowered head.

"I understand. You may want to say that you were once a wife, and you may say that we have many unworthy things, which are not your responsibility. But if you agree, I may not be able to allow you to be a wife. It is indeed my fault!" Zhaoming took a step forward, three feet away, watching intently, waiting quietly.

The woman seemed to let out a long sigh, raised her head and said, "If you say that, what can I say?" Her handsome face revealed a trace of paleness, a trace of redness, three points of shyness, seven points of helplessness.

Zhaoming smiled quietly, that bright and slender smile was like the sparkling lake waves in early spring.He handed the jade flute to her again, and said softly, "Just accept it."

The woman deeply felt that she had underestimated this gentleman in the past, and she always thought that he was such a gentle and humble person, but now he is domineering and only gave her a choice.But women in the world, facing such a person, at such a moment, probably don't want other choices.

She smiled softly, took the jade flute slowly, and bowed her head in silence, Zhaoming was ecstatic with her graceful demeanor.

"Can you tell me your name?" Zhaoming knew very well that it seemed extremely silly to ask such a question at this moment.

"Pin Ji", the woman said nah.

"Yipin knows Qingqing!"