The spring of the 24th year of the Light is passing extremely fast, as if in the blink of an eye.

The day when the King of Jincheng left the south of the capital and went to the feudal state was the biggest sunny day since the beginning of spring. The sun hung high in the sky like a fireball, and the red and spicy sunlight shone brightly on the capital city.

In order to get a good start, the Imperial Heavenly Prison immediately drafted the saying "Golden Crow Reports Good News and Four Evils Avoid", saying that this is the blessing of Da Yan, meaning that from then on, "God blesses Da Yan, and the country will last for thousands of years." The Imperial Heavenly Prison official wanted to flatter, but unexpectedly slapped the horse on the butt with one slap. Emperor Guangqi said that he "flattered and did not argue with the Four Seasons" and directly expelled people from the palace and dismissed from his post and investigated.

Isn't it common sense to have a big sun at this time? How can a country with iron be so long that it is as long as ten thousand years? Emperor Guangqi doesn't like to listen to those fake words, and he hates that someone uses this matter to metaphor that he is walking well at the critical moment of Zhao Yin's resignation. The emperor is just upset. This guy bumps into him, who will he do if he doesn't do it?

The investigation of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau was in an uproar.

Emperor Guangqi's unintentional way to plant willows and willows, which suddenly calmed down the court, which was originally undercurrent because Zhao Yin left Beijing. This fierce knife killed the chicken and scared the monkey. The ghosts and monsters who were just about to emerge, panic put away their minions, and no one dared to move anymore.

The sun shines on the prosperous capital,

It also illuminated the way Shi Yong and Zhao Yin and his wife went south.

The mountains and rivers are vast and the earth is vast.

After leaving the gold-made cage in the capital, Shi Yong was excited, and all the sorrow of parting was washed away little by little by little in nature.

Originally, the waterway was the most convenient and fastest to go from Beijing to Jinchengfu, but they were not in a hurry to rush. They arranged their luggage and most of their entourages to go out of Beijing on the official boat and went down the canal. However, Shi Yong and Zhao Yin themselves quietly took a few caring servants to the road, set off by land, and slowly followed the official boat.

When you pass by a river and encounter a village by chance, you may stop and take a look.

The small farmyard with fireworks and the fragrance of flowers all over the fields have left the footprints of Shi Yong and Zhao Yin. There is also Dahei, which likes to chase butterflies in the warm sun, roll on the flat grass, or wade into the gurgling stream, and pick up a fish with its ability...

One post office passes one post office.

One post after another.

They traveled around the mountains and rivers, and only when the official boat approached the dock, they would occasionally board the boat for supplies or rest for two days, so as not to talk to the noisy prince's chief minister every day.

The chief of Jincheng Royal Palace was appointed by the court as usual. The chief of the chief was Che, named Che Gu. It was strange and strange, but Che Changshi was a serious Shu native. He went to Beijing to take the exam and failed. However, because he was handsome and had a superb painting, he was attracted by an official in Taichang Temple and hired a son-in-law. Later, he was recommended and served in the Sixth Department of the Ministry of Revenue. He gradually became valued.

The chief and historian of the royal palace are not very high, and he is from the fifth rank and has a monthly salary of only fourteen s. However, he is a first-level official in charge of all matters in the royal palace. In addition, he is directly assigned by the court, so it can be said that the emperor sent him to the royal palace.

In front of me, the eyes of the Chief of the Carrie Shi - the eyes hurt so much.

He took his family with the King of Jincheng to join the vassal state, and he also had the idea of ​​returning home in glory and gloriousness. Unexpectedly, the princess acted recklessly and the prince was indulging indiscriminately. In the entire team heading south, it seemed that he was the only one who was serious about the vassal state.

All day long, he would be afraid of the safety of the King of Jincheng and his wife, but he would also have to paint small portraits and scenery for them every day.

Shi Yong admired himself very much for the emergence of this idea.

When traveling, how can we not have a photo of "going here" commemoration? In the era without a camera, fortunately there was a Che Chief who painted like a god. This is simply a human-made camera. Shi Yong grabbed Che Chief to draw a picture, preparing to compile the scenery along the way and the scenes of their vassals into a picture album. When he arrived at Jinchengfu, Che Gu would polish it and find a bookstore to publish it. At that time, she would give each relative and friend in the capital one copy. It would be best to send another copy to Hongyu to Mobei, give her some more, and you could also exchange for a picture of the beauty of Mobei scenery.

Just imagine, when his parents, emperor, Zhao Yunzhen, Wu Chan and others in the capital looked like when they saw the album, Shi Yong was so happy that he couldn't stop.

The poor Chief Che Shi really couldn't draw it anymore, so he temporarily caught his son to be a tycoon, one recorded the scenery and the other recorded the characters, and then he could barely deal with it.

But when it was late at night, when the coach chief was lying on the bed and asked his wife to help him beat his old arms and waist, he couldn't help but sigh.

"The princess is so stupid that she can make trouble. She has left the capital. She is so indulging. When she arrives at Jincheng Mansion, how can she be so great? I think even if she goes up to the house to remove the tiles, the prince will probably not say anything about her. Alas, I don't know what else she will make..."

The Madam Changshi sighed and could only persuade him.

"You are old, why do you care about those many other things? The prince likes to indulge in it, and you turn a blind eye, that's it."

The Chief of the Chariot gritted his teeth and stood up, and uttered in pain, and said with a bitter face: "How can that be done? I am appointed as the Chief of the Emperor on his order to assist the prince in rectifying Jincheng and eliminating the old diseases of the southwest. If the prince lets a young woman do something wrong, what else can he do? It is not my Chief of the Emperor's fault for being confused and making jokes?"

Seeing that he was so pedantic, Madam Changshi rolled his eyes and stared at him with disdainful humming.

"You are stupid, but you claim to be a scholar. In the capital, you listen to Your Majesty. After leaving the capital, don't you understand who you should listen to? "

"Madam is saying...?"

"You are the chief minister of the Jincheng Prince's Mansion. Who do you say your life is tied to the same boat?" The chief monk looked at him and lowered his voice: "Our mother and mother have all left the capital with you. Your Majesty did not leave one in the capital. Who are you?"

The commander-in-chief suddenly realized.

"Mrs. She can see clearly, but she is stupid for her husband. Oh, it's just that the princess is too much...forget it, let her."

The Chief of the Cheshi thought about it and was somewhat unwilling to be a painter as a Qingliu scholar, but he became a painter in the end.

Of course, he would not know at this time that this travelogue with portraits of characters would become a masterpiece that will be passed down in the world in the future, and he will also become a famous painter in the history of Dayan.

Fireworks are in Yangzhou in March, and Shi Yong is experiencing such a bright scenery at this moment.

The group walked relaxed and comfortable until mid-April, and the official boat had arrived at Jining Wharf and the east bank of the canal was docked.

Jining officials had already received news that the King of Jincheng was passing through this place. The famous reputation of this King of Jincheng was everywhere. The officials had arranged personnel early to repair the docks and eliminate the bandits, and were ready to welcome the King of Jincheng. However, when the official ship was docked, the Jining Prefect went to visit, he was turned away.

The officials on the ship told him that the King of Jincheng had never liked social engagements, and the official ship was docked at Jining Wharf just for supply and rest, and did not want to deliberately trouble you all.

Jining officials returned in vain, and they didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

In terms of selfishness, he was reluctant to receive Zhao Yin, and he was just gritting his teeth.

But it is also a pity that I lost the opportunity to make friends with the King of Jincheng.

Just as the officials in Jining were struggling, Shi Yong and Zhao Yin were still on Wenshang far away from Jining Wharf.

Wenshang was called Zhongdu in ancient times. It is adjacent to Qufu in the east, Liangshan in the west, Taishan in the north, Weishan Lake in the south. The most famous is Baoxiang Temple, a Buddhist holy land, which has always been a tourist destination for celebrities and poets.

At this time, Zhao Yin's carriage happened to be parked outside the gate of Baoxiang Temple.

"Yu"

Bai Zhi stopped the car and turned around.

"Master, I'm here."

Shi Yong couldn't wait to lift the curtain and looked out, "Wow, it's so spectacular."

The thousand-year-old temple of Baoxiang Temple was originally a place where incense was flourishing, and it was the season when flowers bloomed. There were endless men and women who came here to worship Buddha. The mountain gate was solemn, the trees were lush, and the spiritual track tower was towering into the clouds and its magnificent momentum made Shi Yong admire him.

"Chunxiu, bring more incense and candles. I must ask the Bodhisattva today to see if I can find a Liner for Wu Chan..."

Zhao Yin looked at her, his eyes were floating, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Let's go."

Chunxiu was carrying the incense and candle, and Zirou opened the curtain happily. Zhao Yin helped Shiyong get off the carriage. Dahei jumped and jumped down, almost knocking down Chunxiu's basket, causing Chunxiu to scream.

"Big Hei, you bullied me again."

Da Hei turned around and sat in place, spitting out his long tongue, and the dog face seemed to be smiling.

Shi Yong touched its head, "Baby, your temper is getting more and more tricky. How can you keep an eye on Chunxiu and bully it alone? You are bullying... this person."

She aimed at Zhao Yin, her eyes were smiling.

Zhao Yin only held her hand tightly in front of him, and walked towards the temple gate side by side.

Xie Fang followed silently, and the commander of the chariot sighed secretly with his son, carrying the painting tools and following him step by step, repeatedly reminding him behind Zhao Yin to be careful. Bai Zhi, Xu Yu and several guards walked at the end with a smile.

Everyone was dressed in casual clothes. At first glance, they looked like a wealthy businessman from where they came from. They were bringing their wife's entourage to worship Buddha. The people passing by, except for thinking that they were extraordinary and particularly beautiful, could not help but look at them a few more times, and did nothing else.

Stay away from the capital, no one knows their identities anymore.

Shi Yong likes this kind of comfort.

The terrain of Baoxiang Temple is relatively flat. Just after the hour of Mao, the sun was rising. Shi Yong took Zhao Yin's hand and walked along the stone steps, passed the Husi River, and looked down from the arch bridge to the river. The water was clear, and there were several female pilgrims talking and laughing. They were carrying baskets, and there were beauties inside.

All of this is quiet and beautiful. Shi Yong looked at the scenery and said little.

Chunxiu asked: "Princess..."

"Shh!" Shi Yong glared at her.

Chunxiu quickly changed his words, "Madam, which temple should we burn our incense in which we want to burn it? I don't know which Bodhisattva prays for a child is the most fulfilling..."

Shi Yong smiled and said, "A sincere heart will make you feel."

Chunxiu looked at Zirou and pouted, "Which one is burning?"

Shi Yong said, "Everyone burns. When you see the Bodhisattva, let's worship him and cast a wide net. There will always be a Bodhisattva who will respond."

Chunxiu was so excited that she said oh, pointing at the majestic temple in front of her.

"Mainhara Temple, this is the largest, and burning incense here is definitely the most effective."

Suddenly, Chunxiu turned her head, and a faint shyness rose on her red face, "I want to ask a young master for my wife..." After that, the little girl ran ahead with Zirou.

Shi Yong was stunned and burst into laughter.

"This girl needs to see the reward." Zhao Yin suddenly turned his head and looked at Shi Yong seriously, "What do you think Madam?"

Shi Yongming asked knowingly, "Why do you want to reward her?"

Zhao Yin paused and looked up at the plaque in the Main Hall, "Ashi, let's ask for a child too."

Yong Fang is twenty years old this year, so it is appropriate to have children.

She was not ashamed and pinched Zhao Yin's hand openly, "Whatever the master said, it's all. Give birth! One is not enough, let's have two children, one son and one daughter, and make up a good word for it."

"So well-behaved?" Zhao Yin smiled faintly, "It seems that I have to work harder."

"Hate!" Shi Yong shook his hand off and looked at the temple with his mouth. "You dare to be arrogant in front of the Bodhisattva. Fortunately, we have not entered yet, and we are far away, so the Bodhisattva cannot hear it."

Zhao Yin dragged her hand again and walked forward slowly, "The Bodhisattva sees everyone is a Bodhisattva, and the ordinary people sees everyone is an ordinary person..."

Shi Yong raised his face and glanced at him: "Are you scolding me... Is it impure?"

Zhao Yin smiled faintly: "I dare not. I just said, you, I am an ordinary person, you should not easily guess the Bodhisattva's intentions."
To be continued...