The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

"It's not good, and it's not bad..." Ling Shu's slightly messy hair blown by the Yuanjiang wind was drawn to the back of his temples, and his eyes were still drooping, with a distant look in his eyes, as if recalling the past: "I first arrived in Fuzhou. Yao, I need to take care of everything at home, and when I have nothing to do, I go to the farmhouse to teach the children there, and I heard that Mr. Shen was seriously injured?"

Shen Lanzhao was stunned for a moment, thinking that what Ling Shuyuan should be talking about was the fact that he was shot by an arrow.Then he nodded, looked forward, and sighed against the wind: "I almost died at that time."

"If I died at that time, would you be sad?" He looked back at Ling Shuyuan, the blue clothes fluttered in the wind, the fine eyelashes covered the eyelids like a small fan, and the sunlight fell on them, covering (zhuo ) with (zhe) a layer of slightly clear light.

Ling Shuyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly in the clear light. After a while, he raised his head and looked at him with clear eyes.Shen Lanzhao suddenly didn't dare to listen to the answer, he hurriedly chuckled, and changed the subject: "Yes, I'm dead, it doesn't matter to you, luckily you still feel happy..."

"Who told Mr. Shen?" Ling Shuyuan's face darkened a bit: "I didn't have this intention..." He was silent for a while, buried his head, his face seemed a little flushed, and whispered: " I really hope that Mr. Shen can return safely."

"Then who was that person by your side before?" Shen Lanzhao asked somewhat questioningly.

"Mr. Shen, are you talking about Xi Yang?" Ling Shuyuan laughed softly, looking at the sparkling lake in the distance: "He is from the rivers and lakes. Before, he fell into trouble in Fuyao and was sold to a flower house to be a little girl." Guan, there is a rich man who wants to force him to be a concubine, I saved him, and he stayed by my side in order to repay his kindness."

After Ling Shuyuan finished speaking, he sighed, and turned to look at Shen Lanzhao, as if to persuade him for something, and sometimes just added a sentence: "I have nothing to do with him, Mr. Shen, don't think too much."

They passed by a temple, the bell of the temple rang, and the breeze blew the red silk hanging on the old tree. Silk intertwined, indescribably lingering.

"Go in and make a wish?" Shen Lanzhao looked down at Ling Shuyuan, seeing him staring sideways and intently at the red silk covered with green trees, he couldn't help asking.

"Praying in the temple is the best way to fulfill your wish. You can get a peace talisman in exchange for copying scriptures in the temple." Ling Shuyuan turned his head and said, he smiled, and the joy in his lightly curved eyebrows became more and more beautiful: "Let's go in and have a look." .”

"it is good."

The two of them walked into the temple together, and there was a burst of Zen sounds in the temple, but it seemed to be quieter everywhere, and the sound of the wind was more obvious, and the clothes were blown by the wind, flying unscrupulously.

Ling Shuyuan took the red silk handed over by the monk, and wrote on it with a pen and ink. His handwriting was beautiful, and every stroke landed just right.

Shen Lanzhao looked at his background and came back to his senses before picking up a pen and writing on the red silk for a while.Ling Shuyuan stopped writing, and Shen Lanzhao looked at him subconsciously, only to see his jade-like fingers pinching the red silk lightly, and raising his head.

The breeze blew down from between his chin, blowing his hair scattered behind him, his eyes were lowered, his eyebrows and eyes were bent into a beautiful arc, he seemed to be smiling, and he seemed to be praying sincerely.

Finally, he raised his head and threw the red silk in his hand to the tree. The golden bell rang, and the red silk was hung on the green branch.