Author: Sigui Beihong

Mo Yunxiao ran all the way home, picked up half a bowl of cold water on the table and drank it.

Yun Xi, Yun Xiang and Du Juan looked sideways at her, each wondering. Mo Yunxiao was panting and her cheeks were red, which made people even more worried.

Du Juan came up and touched Mo Yunxi's forehead with her hand, and couldn't help shouting: "Oh, big girl, your face is so hot. Could it be that you caught the wind and cold?"

Mo Yunxiao glanced at her, forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

"Girl, don't hide it from me." Du Juan was even more worried: "If you feel unwell, let's go see a doctor. Now that the store's business is good, we still have money for medical treatment."

Mo Yunxiao, who had just recovered from the loss of his soul, felt warmer in his heart when he saw Du Juan and his sisters caring so much about her.

She smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing, I'm not sick. You see, I'm very well." As she said this, she stood up and turned around twice. Everyone felt relieved when they saw that there was nothing wrong with her.

Mo Yunxiao gasped and fell into deep thought.

Although Zhao Ji's approach is a bit too shocking, her goal has been achieved. She has successfully provoked a conflict between Zhao Ji and Zhao Si. If she goes to see Zhao Si again, she will not be afraid that Zhao Ji will not support her.

Even so, such an action is still too risky. But now it seems that there is no other way to go, even if it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, I have to break into it.

When he got up early the next morning, Mo Yunxiao told Du Juan, Yunxi and Zhou Laosi about the matters in the store, and then went to Zeng Mansion alone.

Mrs. Wei couldn't help but shed a cold sweat when she heard about her plan. But Mo Yunxiao was resolute and she couldn't refuse under any circumstances. So a bold and careful plan gradually matured as the two of them conspired.

The days in April are gradually getting warmer, pomegranate flowers are in full bloom on both sides of the road, and the strong fragrance of flowers is rippling in the air along with the fragrance of earth. People are walking through the streets and alleys, which is extremely lively.

The newly launched green apricots outside Donghua Gate attracted the attention of countless tourists. The stall owners were selling hard and bargaining with several customers at the same time. Daxiangguo Temple was also very lively. dignitaries would come here to add incense and release flowers.

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Because today is the "Buddha Bathing Festival", it is the birthday of Buddha Sakyamuni. Folks in the Song Dynasty advocated Buddhism, so everyone attaches great importance to this festival.

Since it is a Buddhist festival, the most lively place is undoubtedly the Daxiangguo Temple located next to Tianjie and facing Xuandemen in the distance.

Daxiangguo Temple is already bustling, with markets open on the first and fifteenth day of every month. There are sellers of antique calligraphy and paintings, flowers and fruits, cloth and spices, and so on. There are even merchants from the Western Regions.

Do some fur business.

And on the day of "Buddha Bathing Festival", it was even more crowded. The children rode on the adults' necks and looked around curiously. From time to time, they would pat the adults on the head and say, "Paper kite! I want a paper kite!" The monks held the kite in their hands.

Rosary beads were shuttled among the crowd. Most of them were wandering monks from other places, only coming to offer incense today.

In front of the main hall, there is solemnity and solemnity. The tall statue of Sakyamuni is solemn. On both sides are the voices of monks chanting sutras. It sounds like the tune of a song, but it always gives people a sense of majesty.

Pilgrims enter the hall one after another, kneel down in front of the futon, add incense, kowtow respectfully a few times, then stand up and leave, and the people behind them will follow and bow again.

Because there are too many people worshiping Buddha, the futon will rot within a day. The young novice will replace the old futon with a new one in time.

The huge release pond may seem very cramped today, and the goldfish and turtles released into it would be very crowded, but they still kept going and never got tired of it.

Mo Yunxiao lifted up the hanging window of the monk's room and looked outside. The sound of chanting sutras and people's chattering intertwined with each other, which made her feel even more stressed.

"Oh my God..." she couldn't help but sigh: "This is a large-scale Spring Festival travel festival."

"What scene?" Mrs. Wei came up from behind her and asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." She quickly lowered the hanging window and turned to ask Mrs. Wei: "Will Prince Jian come today?"

Mrs. Wei held the teacup in her hand, nodded and said, "He comes every year." Then she looked at Mo Yunxiao, who was wearing a maid's clothes, and couldn't help but smile: "He Lu, this dress really suits you.

.Well, it seems that she is handsome and looks good in whatever she wears."

"Oh Yuru, don't make fun of me anymore." Mo Yunxiao couldn't hide the anxiety in her heart. She paced back and forth and said, "I don't know why, I always feel uneasy."

Mrs. Wei also put down the tea bowl and said solemnly: "He Lu, don't worry. This time you sneak into Prince Jian's palace, I will support you outside. If Prince Jian dares to lay a finger on you, I will make him look good."

Mo Yunxiao felt warm in her heart, held Mrs. Wei's hand and said, "Yuru, thank you very much."

But Mrs. Wei pushed her hand away and said, "No thanks, your business is my business."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young novice opened the door through a small gap and said, "Mrs. Wei, Miss Mo, King Jian's car has arrived."

"Yu Ru." Mo Yunxiao became more and more nervous and held Mrs. Wei's hand tightly. Mrs. Wei smiled lightly and comforted her and said: "You are not afraid when you meet an official. You are afraid of what he will do to a mere prince."

Mo Yunxiao nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not afraid of him. I have martial arts skills. If he dares to be rude, I will..."

Mrs. Wei covered her mouth and giggled, then took Mo Yunxiao's hand and said, "Let's go, follow the plan."

It was the end of Shen Dynasty at this time, and the sun was gradually setting in the west. But there was still an endless stream of pilgrims in front of the Main Hall.

At this time, two teams of guards rushed up with whips made of vines in their hands, shouting loudly: "Spread out! Spread out! His Royal Highness King Jian is here!"

The pilgrims naturally and wisely dispersed to both sides. The pilgrims who were offering incense in the main hall also stood up in a hurry and came out from the side door.

Because the crowd had been dispersed, a large open space was left in front of the hall. A man wearing purple clothes, a crane cloak, and plain boots with plain soles strode forward.

And he is Jian Wang Zhaosi.

Walking with him was an old Zen master who was about seventy years old. He was wearing a cassock, holding a rosary, and his face was red and full of energy.

Zhao Si came to the main hall, where a boy offered incense on his behalf. He stopped and looked at the tall statue of Sakyamuni, and asked the old Zen master beside him: "'Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.'" Zen Master Dingguang,

The statue of Buddha is just a clay body made of human beings, so why do people in the world cling to it?"

The old Zen master replied in a low and powerful voice: "It's just because people in the world cannot pass the three levels of greed, anger, and ignorance."

"What's the explanation?" Zhao Si asked.

"Buddhism is so profound that the world cannot understand it. Only through this treasure statue can people feel awe. Once awe arises, evil thoughts will disappear."

Zhao Si nodded and said: "Master Dingguang's Dharma is exquisite, and all my doubts have been eliminated." After saying this, he bowed down respectfully.

The old Zen master put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

Zhao Si paid his respects and stood up, saying: "It's been quite hard to accompany Zen Master Dingguang all the way. Let's go and have some fast food. I also want to go for a walk in the garden behind."

"Yes." The old Zen master bowed again and said, "The old monk has gone. Your Majesty, please do as you please."

Zhao Si saw off the old Zen master and went to the backyard with only one boy.

Every year he would go for a walk in the backyard garden after offering incense, so the old Zen master didn't take it seriously.

On this day, most people were crowding around the main hall, but there were fewer people in the backyard, with only a few monks passing by in a hurry.

At this time, the breeze was blowing on his face, and Zhao seemed to feel quite comfortable.

As he walked, he looked around, and when he saw the young novices he passed by, he raised his hands to show respect.

"Come, this way, come quickly!" A woman's silver bell-like voice suddenly reached his ears. He was suddenly startled and looked around, only to see a paper kite flying in the air. It was Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Form of paper kite.

Zhao Si was stunned, his eyes followed the thin lines of the paper kite, and he saw the silhouette of a beautiful woman behind the flowers and grass.

His heart moved, and he hurriedly called to his entourage: "Come over and have a look." The entourage also knew his master's nature, so he just snickered and followed him.

Zhao Si turned around and took a look at the flowers, only to see two maids playing around. The two women were startled when they suddenly saw the strange man. They shouted "Ah!" and the string of the paper kite broke unexpectedly.

With the breeze, "Guanyin Bodhisattva" gradually flew away.

The two maids stood in front of Zhao Si, with their heads lowered and holding their skirts in their hands, looking shy and coquettish. Zhao Si glanced at the two of them. One of them was just mediocre. Zhao Si's eyes were not.

He stayed on her body for a long time. But the other person deeply attracted his eyes.

Her skin is fair, her eyes are bright, her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and her apricot mouth is bright red. Her face is as translucent as lychee flesh that has broken out of the shell, and her eyes are like lychee flesh wrapped in lychee flesh.

The core is so black and bright.

She was tall and well-proportioned. She was lowering her head slightly at the moment, biting her lip gently with her jade-like teeth. Such a woman standing in front of him looked like a fairy descending to earth. Zhao seemed to be stunned.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The boy next to him pushed him gently, and then he was startled and asked: "Who are you? Why are you putting paper kites here?"

"Going back to the master, I am the maidservant of Mrs. Wei of Zeng Mansion." The beautiful woman timidly replied: "Madam went to offer incense. The two sisters from the slave family asked for the reward, and then went to buy a paper kite to play with."

"Mrs. Wei?" Zhao Si rolled his eyes and said, "Is this Zeng Bu's first wife Wei Wan Wei Yuru?"

"Exactly." the woman replied.

The boy said angrily: "Humph! It was Zeng Bu's collusion with the Queen Mother that took the throne away from our family!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Si reprimanded the young man, and then added: "How can you say it is Privy Council Zeng without any evidence?"

Although Mo Yunxiao lowered his head at this time, he already understood after listening to his words. The man standing in front of him was none other than Jian Wang Zhao Si.

So she raised her head slightly, looking surprised and confused, and said: "The throne? Could it be that the young master is... is..."

"How brave! You are still not polite when you meet His Highness King Jian!" said the boy.

Mo Yunxiao and another maid were about to salute, but Zhao Si waved his hand and said, "No need, no need to cause more trouble outside."

"Hey! It turns out to be His Highness Prince Jian." Mrs. Wei came over with a smile, gave a slight salute, looked at Mo Yunxiao and said, "I was just wondering, but just when I turned around, why did my two maids...

Gone. I just met King Jian and were chatting here."

Zhao Si smiled faintly and said: "Mrs. Wei, please don't misunderstand me. I have just arrived and accidentally met someone from your residence. I may have offended you, but please forgive me, madam."

"Hi! Your Majesty, you are joking." Mrs. Wei laughed and said: "Your Majesty is the emperor's wife, and he has seen many educated and sensible girls. These two girls of mine are rude and don't understand etiquette. I still have to

Please be patient and tolerant, Your Majesty."

As she spoke, she waved to the two of them and took them away together.

Zhao seemed a little anxious and hurriedly followed up to explain: "Madam, you are speaking harshly. I see that these two girls are docile, and I can see that Madam has trained them well."
To be continued...