Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Holding an umbrella, the two returned to the house on Xueya Street, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder.

In the house, Fu Ling put away the oil-paper umbrella, and Xie Zhao turned his head to look, only to find that his shoulders were already wet.Xie Zhao glanced at his crisp clothes, then at Fu Ling's damp black hair and black shirt, couldn't help but laughed angrily, "You're really asking for trouble."

She could have stayed in the house waiting for him to come back, but she had to go out to wait for someone; she had brought an umbrella with her, but she had to share an umbrella with him, half of her body was wet.

Fu Ling put away the umbrella and handed it to Qi Lan who was beside him.

Hearing Xie Zhao's words, he smiled lightly and replied softly, "It's not bitter."

Xie Zhao said that he asked for hardship, but he replied that Xie Zhao was not suffering.

It wasn't until Qi Lan coughed heavily that Xie Zhao came back to his senses.

The roots of his ears turned red again, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Your Highness's words are really too foul."

Seeing him rushing into the house first in a panic, Fu Ling couldn't help clenching his fists and chuckling.

After taking a bath that night, Xie Zhao couldn't sleep, so he put on a coat and knocked on the door of Fu Ling's room next door. After the door opened, he gathered the coat that was about to be draped over his shoulders, and greeted Fu Ling with a smile : "Good evening, Your Highness."

Fu Ling's hair was covered with black hair, and he was wearing a white singlet, looking as if he was about to take a rest.

He stopped at the door, and did not let Xie Zhao in right away. Instead, he took his time to look down at Xie Zhao, and smiled: "Master Xie, what's your business for coming so late?"

Xie Zhao pretended to look at the sky outside, and said deeply: "Your Highness, don't you think that tonight's beautiful night and the sound of rain is a good time to play the piano and enjoy music?"

Fu Ling finally realized the reason for his visit, and suddenly laughed: Xie Zhao wanted to listen to him playing the piano.

He didn't say whether he agreed or not, he just lowered his head and looked at Xie Zhao with a half-smile, then turned sideways and let Xie Zhao enter the room.

Xie Zhao thought he was acquiescing, so he went into the house happily.

He sat down at the piano table very consciously, and when he saw some dust on the piano, he took the initiative to take a cloth and carefully wiped the guqin clean.

After finishing all this, Xie Zhao looked at Fu Ling expectantly, blinking his eyes, as if to say: Is it okay now?

Fu Ling sat on the side bench, seeing Xie Zhao sitting at the piano table looking eagerly expectant, he couldn't help but let out a smile from his lips.He shook his head lightly, and said to Xie Zhao, "There is no rush."

Seeing Xie Zhao looking suspiciously, the corners of his lips raised: "I have another matter to ask Mr. Xie."

"Another thing?"

Although he couldn't hear Fu Ling's zither immediately, Xie Zhao was a little disappointed, but after hearing Fu Ling's words, he got up and sat on the couch with Fu Ling, and asked curiously, "What does Your Highness want to ask?"

Fu Ling took out a scroll from the side, and drew out his voice slowly: "Master Xie—can you tell me what this is?"

Xie Zhao's heart skipped a beat when he saw the picture scroll.

Although the scroll has not been unfolded, Xie Zhao somehow knows that this scroll is the one he brought from Pei Shaonan's home tonight—but he didn't give this painting to Bingwen, and asked Bingwen to find a place to keep it up?

Seeing Fu Ling's neither happy nor angry expression, Xie Zhao lowered his voice unknowingly: "Why is this painting in His Highness's hands?"

Fu Ling glanced at him with a half-smile: "Today Bingwen came to ask me if I had a painting tube, saying that he wanted to store the painting scrolls. I asked him whose painting it was, and he told me everything."

Seeing that Xie Zhao lowered his head even more, Fu Ling paused: "...so it turns out that Master Pei and Master Xie were so close when they were young."

This Bingwen is really going to kill him!

Xie Zhao groaned in his heart.It's not easy for him to refute his relationship with Pei Shaonan, after all, the two have known each other since they were young, and they have a good relationship when they grow up.

Touching the back of his head in embarrassment, Xie Zhao explained dryly: "Just... a bamboo horse."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows.He put the scroll back into the painting tube, and then handed the painting tube to Xie Zhao.

Under Xie Zhao's slightly surprised expression, he smiled dumbly: "Master Xie thought I would be angry with you because of this painting?"

Xie Zhao was indeed somewhat unexpected.

He took the painting tube carefully, and looked at Fu Ling quietly for a long time before confirming that he was really not angry.

It was strange to say, knowing that he was not angry with the friendship between him and Pei Shaonan when they were young, Xie Zhao felt a little disappointed again.

He put the painting tube aside, moved closer to Fu Ling, and lightly bumped Fu Ling's arm: "Your Highness, don't you have any other feelings in your heart?"

Fu Ling replied, "Of course."

Xie Zhao smiled and teased him: "Your Highness, tell me, what mood is it?"

"How do you feel?"

Fu Ling glanced at him indifferently and stood up.Xie Zhao was half next to him, but when he stood up like this, Xie Zhao suddenly lost his strength and almost fell on the ground.

Seeing Xie Zhao reacting quickly with both hands resting on the floor, Fu Ling looked resentfully, with a smile in his eyes: "Probably because he doesn't want to play the piano for Mr. Xie."

——Don’t want to play the piano?How can this be!

Xie Zhao, who originally wanted to be funny, turned pale in surprise, "How should I do so that His Highness will be happy?"

"It's very simple." Fu Ling stopped laughing, stood in front of Xie Zhao, looked down at him, and suddenly looked serious: "Master Xie just answer me a question."

The oil lamp was quietly lit not far away, the dim light shone on the two of them, and the shadows cast on the window overlapped together.

Fu Ling stood with the backlight, Xie Zhao raised his head to look at him, for a moment he felt that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Xie Zhao came back to his senses: "What's the problem?"

Fu Ling smiled, which was very light.

He moved his eyelashes slightly, and asked softly: "Xie Zhao, if there is a place where there is no dispute, no trouble, and only you and me, are you willing to give up everything and go with me?"

Xie Zhao was stunned.

He stared at Fu Ling in a daze, lost his words for a moment, and couldn't say anything.

There was an inexplicable panic in his heart, he was clearly inside the house, but he felt the cold wind outside the house blowing in through the cracks in the window, making his bones ache.

Before Xie Zhao could speak, Fu Ling sighed first.

He stretched out his hand and flicked Xie Zhao's forehead, with a smile on his face: "I just made fun of Mr. Xie."

Seeing that Xie Zhao was still looking at him persistently without saying a word, he smiled helplessly: "Actually, I want to ask Mr. Xie another question: I heard that the plum blossoms on the mountain behind Lanyin Temple are in bloom. Mr. Xie can take a rest in a few days. Will you go to admire the plum blossoms with me?"

Xie Zhao couldn't tell whether his heart was light or heavy.

He hummed lightly and forced a smile: "Of course."

Xie Zhao still cared a lot about the question Fu Ling asked, and these days he felt overwhelmed.

But on the second day, Fu Ling was no different from usual again.Xie Zhao went to chat with Liao Qingfeng, and learned that nothing unusual happened in Beijing recently.

It should just be a problem caused by His Highness's rise, right?

Xie Zhao comforted himself like this, and gradually let go of his heart.

The twelfth lunar month is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

On the day of Xiumu, the first snow of the year fell in the capital.Wearing a crane cloak, Xie Zhao deliberately left obvious footprints on the snow on the steps until he finished the long steps.

Standing at the end of the long steps, he turned around and looked down at the series of footprints behind him, triumphantly: "The footprints I stepped on are the most authentic, and the Buddha will definitely know that I am the most sincere person."

Xie Zhao was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is ashamed to say that he has never seen heavy snow for the first time when he grows up.

The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, even when it snows, the snowflakes are as numerous as catkins, which only flutter for a while and then stop. It is far from being able to accumulate such a thick layer on the ground.

Xie Zhao, who saw such thick snow for the first time, was very playful, and couldn't help leaving footprints on purpose when walking on the snow, which was very novel.

Hearing Xie Zhao's nonsense, Fu Ling couldn't help laughing: "If we follow Master Xie's method, wouldn't it be much easier for Buddhists to judge whether believers are honest or not?"

Xie Zhao stepped on the ground again, and after hearing this, he nodded as if agreeing to himself: "Then I am the number one believer in Buddhism." He raised his head and smiled at Fu Ling, "When the Buddha came to save me, I will Your Highness Du."

Fu Ling shook his head, there was nothing he could do about it.

The two burned incense as usual and entered the temple.

Before I knew it, I came to another pavilion. This pavilion was quiet, and an old monk with a honest face sat there.

At this time, there was no one else in the pavilion. Xie Zhao and Fu Ling had just stepped into the pavilion. The old monk squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them, and suddenly laughed: "I said, who else would come to the temple in such a weather today? It's the 'upper lottery' benefactor and the 'lower lottery' benefactor again."

Xie Zhao didn't admit that he was born, and went forward to chat with the old monk.

"Your lottery is not accurate," he complained. "Where are we the benefactors of 'upper lottery' and 'lower lottery' benefactors? Both of us are clearly 'lower lottery' benefactors."

Falling from the carriage that day, the two of them rolled down the hillside and fell into the water. No one was better than the other, and they both suffered a lot.

Xie Zhao thought, everyone said that Lanyin Temple's signature was accurate, but now it seems that not everyone is accurate.

At least the signature on that day was only signed by him.

The old monk smiled without saying a word, with peaceful eyes and a deep smile on his lips.

He shook his head and said, "My monastery's signature is accurate."

Xie Zhao looked at the old monk with great interest: "So you mean that the signature of the benefactor beside me has not yet been fulfilled?"

The old monk smiled and said in a meaningful tone, "It's not just that his signature has not yet been fulfilled."

Hearing this, Fu Ling frowned, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes: This monk spoke in a strange way. Doesn't this mean that Xie Zhao's signing has not yet been fulfilled? How can a monk curse people like this!

Seeing that Xie Zhao continued to ask questions, Fu Ling was afraid that the old monk would say something alarming again, so he immediately said: "This monk is talking nonsense, why should Mr. Xie listen to his words, and ruin my mood."

The old monk hissed, and looked at Fu Ling dissatisfied: "Monks don't tell lies."

He pouted, "If the two benefactors don't believe in the poor monk, let's go and see."

This is simply hoping that something will happen to someone.

Fu Ling glanced at the old monk coldly, didn't bother to tell him another word, and directly pulled Xie Zhao out of the pavilion.

Only the old monk was left alone in the pavilion.

He shook the bamboo jar in his hand, looked at the two signatures thrown out, couldn't help snorting, stretched out his hand and stuffed the signatures back into the bamboo jar, and sighed: "Honest monk, to be honest, why is there no one here?" letter."

When the two left the pavilion, Xie Zhao looked at Fu Ling who was frowning and displeased, feeling helpless and happy at the same time.

"Your Highness is worried about me, I'm very happy. Just listen to what the monk said, don't take it to heart."

Xie Zhao boasted to himself with a playful smile, "Look at me, I am eloquent, quick-witted and flexible. I am favored by the sage, and I am protected by the Yushitai. A young man with a bright future like me, even if the future does not go straight to the sky, I will never It’s going to get to the point where it’s signed.”

Fu Ling was amused by him, and his frown finally relaxed.

The peach blossoms are planted in Lanyin Temple, but wintersweet is planted all over the mountain behind.

This season, the peach blossoms are in decline, but the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Standing in the promenade of the temple, Xie Zhao was admiring the red wintersweet all over the back mountain, and joked to Fu Ling beside him: "This Lanyin Temple is really a good place. You can enjoy peach blossoms in spring and plum blossoms in winter."

He casually said: "When the weather gets warmer in a few months, Your Highness and I will come to see it again. At that time, the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains must be very beautiful."

Fu Ling looked at the expectant smile on Xie Zhaosubai's face, hummed lightly, and said in a low voice, "It must be pretty."

The north wind was cold, and after standing for a long time, people's faces were a little stiff.

Xie Zhao stomped his feet to disperse the cold on the soles of his feet, and said to Fu Ling: "The incense is on, and the plum blossoms are on the way. Your Highness, we'll just stay inside and drink tea and read books."

Xie Zhao is from the south of the Yangtze River, so he hasn't developed the ability to survive the cold.

Fu Ling looked at his frozen red nose and ears, and responded with a smile.

Lanyin Temple is the largest temple in Dayu, with four halls, six floors and twelve pavilions. Naturally, Xie Zhao and Fu Ling did not visit all of them.They originally planned to go back home, but after turning a corner, a scene they had never seen before appeared before them.

I saw a tall and majestic cedar tree standing in the courtyard in front of the hall.A gust of wind blows, and the red ribbons tied on the branches of the trees are raised one after another, confusing people's eyes.

The little monk in the temple stepped forward and explained to Xie Zhaofuling: "Many benefactors will write their wishes on red ribbons, and then tie the red ribbons to trees, hoping that their wishes will be realized."

Of course, Xie Zhao would not miss this kind of wishing.

Full of interest, he dragged Fu Ling into the hall. The two each took a red ribbon and began to write their wishes.

Xie Zhao held the pen to his chin and thought for a while. After finishing writing, he just wanted to see what was written on Fu Ling's red ribbon, when he heard the little novice remind him: "The benefactor can't look at other people's wishes, such wishes may not come true. .”

When Xie Zhao heard this, he quickly retracted his head: "Then I won't watch it."

Fu Ling let out a muffled laugh.

The two took red ribbons and tied them to cedar branches.

Xie Zhao looked at the red ribbon blown by the wind, and turned back to Fu Ling, "Your Highness, do you think our wish can come true?"

Fu Ling chuckled: "Even if the Buddha doesn't help Master Xie realize his wish, I will help Master Xie realize it."

Xie Zhao asked again: "If the Buddha doesn't care about His Highness' wishes, what should His Highness do?"

There was a deep smile on Fu Ling's lips: "Then I would like to trouble Mr. Xie to take care of the Buddha and take me across."

A feeling of being trusted arises spontaneously.

Excited by Fu Ling's words, Xie Zhao immediately lifted his chin, and said confidently, "Your Highness's wish rests with me!"

Although I don't know what His Highness's wish is yet, but in the end, let's put down the words first, and give the momentum first.

The sky is gradually snowing.

Fearing that the snow would fall harder and harder, the two dared not delay any longer, and went down the mountain and got into the carriage.

Just as the carriage Xie Zhao Fuling was riding was heading towards the capital, on the official road ten miles away, a group of people dressed in dark clothes and brightly dressed were also rushing towards the capital non-stop.

At the front of the line, the deep-eyed guard frowned and patted the driver's shoulder, dissatisfied: "Hurry up, if we can crawl at this snail's speed, when will we be able to take His Royal Highness back?"

The coachman shrank his neck, obediently agreed, and whipped the horse's ass severely with the whip.

The snowflakes fell slowly and landed on the manza pattern on the cuff of the coachman, gradually melting and disappearing.

The author has something to say: Someone from my hometown is here!

Fu Ling: Don't panic, I'm the boss, you can listen to me whenever you leave.

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