The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

Shen Lanzhao froze in holding the pen, until Ling Shuyuan turned his head, and he recovered in panic, but accidentally bumped into the ink platform beside him, and the ink fell down and fainted the red silk he had just written.

Shen Lanzhao lost sight of the other, and didn't know what to do for a while, Ling Shuyuan couldn't help chuckling a few times when he saw his clumsy appearance.

The monk was also helping to tidy up the ink table and was in a hurry. Ling Shuyuan glanced at Shen Lanzhao's red silk inadvertently, and wanted to take a closer look.

But only seeing the first few words, Shen Lanzhao rushed over in a hurry, picked up the red silk and put it in his arms and said, "The ink is spent. Don't read it."

Ling Shuyuan became more and more curious: "What did Mr. Shen write?"

Shen Lanzhao didn't say a word, Ling Shuyuan couldn't help but joked when he saw his embarrassed expression, "Could it be that the young man is looking for marriage."

It was a joke, but Shen Lanzhao didn't refute it for a while, Ling Shuyuan's expression couldn't help dimming, lowered his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know which lady is so lucky..."

"It's not a lady!" Shen Lanzhao interrupted Ling Shuyuan suddenly, his eyes lit up a little, and he said excitedly: "Yes..."

"You two gentlemen..." A monk came from nowhere and interrupted Shen Lanzhao's words. The monk came forward holding a lottery tube: "You two young masters, do you need to draw lots?"

Ling Shuyuan seemed to be in high spirits, stepped forward over Shen Lanzhao and said, "Give it to me."

He took the stick tube, put it on his forehead for a moment of silence, then shook it, a bamboo stick fell out of the tube, Ling Shuyuan bent down to pick it up and handed it to the monk.

Shen Lanzhao also shook off one and handed it forward. The monk took their signatures and looked at them in his hands. He suddenly wrinkled his eyes, raised his head and said with joy on his face: "They are all signed, and the two signatures are exactly one sentence. love..."

The monk handed them the bamboo sticks, and said the signatures of the two of them by the way: "By the name of Chenxiang, I think of three Qingping tunes; people who come to see the hall will understand the thousand-year-old song of regret." The monk laughed after finishing reading: " It seems that the marriage between the two is destined by heaven."

"We..." Shen Lanzhao was about to speak, but Ling Shuyuan suppressed his words, handed the lottery back to the monk, and said with a smile: "The master explained it wrong, we are not."

Ling Shuyuan turned and walked forward. Shen Lanzhao was stunned for a moment, then put down the bamboo stick and followed him. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it. The two walked in silence for a while. Shen Lanzhao looked at the Buddhist hall ahead and suggested: : "Didn't you ask for a peace talisman?"

"It's getting late, and I'm afraid it will be sunset after copying the scriptures, so let's forget it." Ling Shuyuan followed Shen Lanzhao's gaze and looked at the Buddha Hall, shaking his head.

"Forget it!" Shen Lanzhao seemed a little angry, he looked up at the sky, and said in a crisp tone: "It's getting late, let's go back!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked outside the temple. Ling Shuyuan looked at him behind him, and some emotion flashed in his slightly dark eyes. Seeing Shen Lanzhao walking away, he hurriedly followed and stopped Shen Lanzhao.

A pair of dark eyes suddenly changed into a bright smile: "It may be too late to ask for a peace talisman, but today is the Flower Festival, and there are many people putting up lanterns by the river, Mr. Shen, is Mr. Shen interested in accompanying me to have a look?"

"What's so interesting about the lamp!" Shen Lanzhao drew Ling Shuyuan and pulled his sleeve, moved a few steps aside, looking forward with displeasure, Ling Shuyuan lowered his eyes in frustration: "Forget it..."

Shen Lanzhao's heart became more and more unhappy, and his tone was a little angry, but what he said was Shun Cheng's tone that didn't match his tone: "Okay! You are going! Then I will accompany you!"