This chapter is an anti-theft chapter, and the content is the beauty's final article "The Road to the Queen of Pets", which will be replaced on time at 11 pm on the 26th.

"I don't know what your father is doing now." Qiao looked down at the foot of the mountain and said softly. Today, she was restless. Her husband originally planned to accompany them, but unfortunately someone invited her to help her and couldn't get rid of her.

"Let me coax my brother." Fu Rong replied with a smile. His father is the best man in the world, and Fu Rong believes in him very much.

Qiao also believed in her husband, but she said casually while bored. After turning, she looked up at the clouds in the sky. A ray of rays of light illuminated an eaves on the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is there a temple there too? The location is so good, it looks like a good place."

Fu Rong looked up with a complicated look.

In fact, it is the other courtyard where the Prince's Mansion is here. The entire Lanshan Mountain belongs to Zhulin Temple. Except for the Prince's Mansion, no one can occupy a piece of land on the mountain, and at most there is a permanent guest room.

"It's not a temple, right? I just saw smoke coming from over there, and the Zhulin Temple kitchen was not there." A little maid said cleverly.

Fu Rong's heartbeat was stagnant. Could it be that someone from the Prince's Mansion came? He smiled again. The masters of the Xu family did not come, and the servants who were taking care of the Zhuangzi had to open fire. Besides, what if they came? Now she is the daughter of the Fu family, not the wife of the Xu family. Even if she sees the Princess of the County, she doesn't have to be humble and be afraid.

As for Xu Yan, the two met in their previous lives on the Lantern Festival after the New Year, so it shouldn’t be ahead of time, right?

Because they were going to get up early tomorrow to listen to the scriptures, the family rested very early that night. Fu Rong still practiced his leg skills for two quarters of an hour. After taking a shower, he leaned on the recliner to rest. Lan Xiang sat behind and helped her squeeze her hair. When she was about to finish, she tilted her head to look at Fu Rong. Seeing her eyes open, she asked in a low voice: "Whether to read or practice calligraphy tonight?"

Reading books or writing is a new habit that Fu Rong developed after learning leg skills. He kept the spare time to dry his hair.

The mountains are quiet, and the bamboo shadows are swaying outside the window. Fu Rong got up and put on his shirt, looking at the mahogany table by the window: "Practice your handwriting for a while."

Mei Xiang immediately stepped forward and laid paper to grind ink.

Fu Rong Qixing practiced calligraphy, but he didn't want to be a talented woman. He only wanted to be a talented woman. He wanted to be able to see her handwriting. In the future, he would get some polite praise when writing in front of outsiders. In the past, the princess of the county asked her to copy scriptures under the name of filial piety, and she always ordered her to rewrite the words as a reason for her to write ugly words. She was not allowed to come out if she couldn't finish it. Fu Rong became honest after making trouble twice, and practiced hard, and blocked the princess of the county early, so that even if she looked down on her, she could not blame her with her conscience. Thanks to this, Fu Rong's calligraphy has improved a lot and saved a lot of effort again.

Holding a pen in plain hand, the dark ink fell on the pale yellow rice paper, and the slight sound contrasted with the tranquility in the house.

During the day, my anger at the Qi brothers and sisters and my worries about my sister's future slowly sank in strokes.

After drawing a small calligraphy article, my hair was completely dry.

Fu Rong put down his pen, stretched his waist, washed his hands and got into the gauze tent.

Perhaps it was a day when I was thinking about it, but that night Fu Rong dreamed of Xu Yan and his first encounter with Xu Yan.

The lanterns were bright and hung all over the street. She stood in front of a stall under the care of her father and brother, guessing riddles. When she racked her brains, she suddenly noticed someone was looking at her. She tilted her head and looked over, and met Xu Yan's dazed face in the soft light. Fu Rong had already recognized him at that time, so she was not angry, and just smiled at him and continued to guess riddles.

Xu Yan stepped forward to greet his father and brother, and she shouted "Crown Prince".

Later she called him husband and called him Yunsheng...

Half dreaming and half awake, Fu Rong opened his eyes.

The gauze tent was pitch black.

Fu Rong breathed a long sigh.

In this life, I'd better not see Xu Yan again.

Fu Rong was afraid that Xu Yan would fall in love with her again. Although she was not infatuated with Xu Yan, Xu Yan was kind to her, Fu Rong didn't want to make Xu Yan sad anymore. She was destined not to marry him again, so it would be better to never meet him. She had her way to go, and he should find a girl who truly suited him, a virtuous wife who satisfies his mother and sister.

~

"Qinxiang's hand is so clever. The girl dresses like Guanyin like this." Fu Rong turned around with a flower ornament, and Lanxiang said stunningly.

Fu Rong cried to her: "Am I that old?"

As he said that, he glanced at the mirror again.

The flower porch was so beautiful that she was dressed up carefully when she came to Zhulin Temple. Qinxiang made a flower porch similar to the mole on Guanyin's forehead for her. It was water droplets. Because it was red, it was still a bit brighter, but Fu Rong could dress up. Today, she was wearing a white dress that was clean, and there was only a white jade bead flower on her hair. She didn't even wear earrings. When she sat quietly, even Fu Rong almost couldn't recognize herself.

Just as she was so beautiful, Mei Xiang urged outside, "Are the girl okay? The lady and the second and sixth girls are waiting at the door!"

Fu Rong hurried out.

When she arrived at the door, she deliberately slowed down and did not act coquettishly with her mother as usual. Instead, she held back her laughter and pretended to be quiet, fearing that the smile could not be hidden in her eyes, so she lowered her eyes.

Qiao was stunned. Could it be that her daughter was really attracted by the Queen Mother of the Heavenly Palace and was about to fly away?

But when Fu Wan heard Fu Rong mention that she would dress up like this, she smiled and grabbed her sister's hand, "It's great to be so strong... Why are you laughing? You'll reveal your feelings when you smile. You can't pretend to be good for a moment!"

Fu Rong just couldn't help it. When outsiders praised her, she would pretend to be reserved. When familiar relatives praised her, she always wanted to laugh.

Mrs. Qiao glared at her with relief and helplessness, "Let's go, today is Master Jingjian's lecture, let's not be too late."

The monks also have their own style of preaching. Master Jingjian said kindly and said, explaining Buddhist principles easily and easily. The female family members like to listen to him opening the hall. Many of them will ask in advance and learn that it was Master Jingjian’s turn to come here.

The mother and daughter walked towards the lecture hall without any rush, accompanied by Fu Chen.

Halfway through, I met the Qi family and his group who were passing by from another road.

"Old lady, Madam Qi, yesterday I learned that it was too late when Azhu fell into the water. I couldn't take Dandan over to apologize. I felt really sorry. How about Azhu? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qiao quickly walked up and looked up and down with Qi Zhu's hand, then turned around to scold Fu Rong: "Is it still not here to apologize to Azhu?"

Fu Rong stepped forward and looked at Qi Zhu uneasy and guiltyly: "A Zhu, don't be angry. I didn't mean it. Are you okay? I didn't sleep well last night, afraid that you will be sick." Fu Rong had no good feelings for Qi Zhu anymore and was so happy that she was angry.

Qi Zhu smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, don't blame me? Don't blame yourself, it's because I haven't stood firm."

But the hands in the sleeves were tightly clenched.

Everyone else was deceived by Fu Rong, but only she knew that Fu Rong had obviously bumped into her on purpose! Even if Fu Rong saw what she was thinking, she stopped, why should she bully her again?

Looking at Fu Rong's delicate face as white jade, Qi Zhu scolded God three times in his heart, why didn't he call her...

"Okay, let's talk after the show is over. Let's go in first." Old Mrs. Qi sincerely expressed to the Buddha, interrupting the politeness of the two mothers and daughters with a smile, and turned around the three sisters of the Fu family. She felt a little regretful when she saw Fu Wan. Since the birthday party, she invited Qiao to refuse twice, which showed that she had no intention of getting married. However, when she saw Fu Rong, she still praised from the bottom of her heart: "Nannong's appearance is good, like a little Guanyin!"

Fu Rong covered his lips and smiled: "The old lady is really good at coaxing people. I am Guanyin, then aren't you the Queen Mother?"

The little girl was so cute that she was rare. Old Mrs. Qi wanted to call Fu Rong to accompany her, but Fu Rong retreated behind her mother without understanding it.

Old Mrs. Qi had no choice but to give up her thoughts and leave.

Fu Rong looked at Qi Ce in a habitual manner.

Qi Ce happened to look at her too, and his eyes were facing each other. He chuckled softly, his handsome face became more and more energetic in the morning light.

Fu Rong was slightly stunned. Why was he not angry? He glared at her in the water yesterday...

Before he could react, Qi Ce had already walked forward.

Fu Rong couldn't guess what this person was thinking, so he simply stopped worrying. Anyway, my sister was close to Liang Tong, and with her sister's temper, she wouldn't go out easily in the future, so she no longer had to worry about Qi Ce making trouble.

"Yunsheng, why are you here?"

Just as Fu Rong was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly saw Qi Ce strode forward and greeting a young man in brocade robe opposite. The young man was blocked by old lady Qi. Fu Rong was relatively backward and could only see a corner of his clothes.

But Qi Ce's name was enough to make Fu Rong guess the identity of the boy.

After all, he was a three-year-old person. At this time, he was unprepared to meet him. Fu Rong suddenly felt a little confused.

She heard Xu Yan greet the elders in a gentle and melodious voice, saying that he was here to listen to the scriptures with his mother. She heard Qi Zhu call him the prince's brother in a softer voice than usual. Xu Yan responded casually, and instead invited the female relatives to go to the lecture hall first, and invited Qi Ce and Qi Jian and his brother to sit in the nearby pavilion.

The mother led her sister forward.

Close your eyes and open it. Fu Rong's eyes were not squinting, and walked side by side with his sister calmly.

What's messing about?

Just be a stranger.

~

Xu Yan and Qi Ce Fu Chen stood side by side, watching the elders walk forward. After the Qiao family mother and daughter passed by, only the Fu Rong sisters were left.

Fu Wan wore a lilac lace and a white dress, elegant and decent.

Fu Rong was dressed in white, originally to respect the Buddha, but in this quiet and green temple, she was even more eye-catching in this way.

Xu Yan was not free to look at the little girl.

With just one glance, a certain place in my heart seemed different, as if the breeze was blown from my heart, and it seemed that spring water was gushing out from my heart.

Beauty is like a sword.

The swords in the room seem to be exactly the same. People who pick swords can always find the one that suits him best based on unspeakable subtleties such as the light and shadow of the sword blade. If you still need to make a detailed explanation for your sword, you will be different. Some people will fall in love when you see her. The so-called love at first sight may be familiar with each other and you will find that the other person is nothing but arrogance at the moment of the first encounter.

Xu Yan stared at the girl in a daze.

She was beautiful, more beautiful than any girl he had ever seen. But Xu Yan felt that she had something that was not on the other side of the beauty, such as the fresh and unrestrained and charming flower ornaments on her forehead, she could not wear this smell, and the watery eyes that could not be completely covered by her thick eyelashes. The waves flowed in it, seemingly quiet and calm, but as if she wanted to speak.

She passed by him like this, never looking at him, so indifferent that he was secretly disappointed by the first time that a girl didn't look at him.

Look at it, is the third girl from the Fu family?

Xu Yan also wanted to pursue the little girl's figure. Qi Ce Qi Jian Fu Chen turned around almost at the same time, blocking his sight. Qi Ce was next to him, so he spoke first: "Let's go, it's been a long time since we've reminisced."

Xu Yan calmed down and turned around and left.

After all, he is the prince of the county prince's mansion, and it is rare to lose his composure for a short time.

Fu Chen soon discovered that the prince of the county prince's mansion had said a little more to him than before. Although he was all noble sons from Xindu City, he came later and was not as good as Xu Yan and Qi Ce in terms of friendship. Xu Yan was also the kind of identity that he did not need to look at anyone's expression and did not need to get close to anyone, so he was polite to him and alienated.

But Fu Chen was not happy with this honor.

Yesterday, Wanwan was taken aback, but today it was the turn of Heiyang again? He would be angry that his sister had no interest in him, but his sisters were targeted one after another, and Fu Chen felt unhappy to see that his big baby was about to be taken away since childhood.

He talked to the three of them in a warm manner, looking at the lecture hall, hoping that the whole family would go home early.

A wall separated by.

There was a four or five hundred years old ancient locust tree in the center of the lecture hall. The branches and leaves were lush and paved like a lid. The lecture hall was set up under the ancient locust tree. It was actually very simple. A gray cushion was just waiting for the monk to sit, and there was not even a cup of tea next to it. But it was this simplicity and naturalness that made people feel more pure in their hearts.

After coming in, Fu Rong instinctively looked for the princess of the county.
To be continued...