"Then let's make this decision for the time being. If there are any changes later, we will communicate at any time."
It was the darkest time before dawn, so Si Yiluo left Prince Zhan's Mansion before dawn.
She and Shen Moran's plan after rebirth has achieved a small leap. The three of them plan together, and their chances of winning are slightly better than one person fighting alone.
This feeling made her very at ease.
After returning home, I changed out of my wet clothes, put on my official uniform and went directly to court. I met Wei Heyan when I went out.
He opened the curtain and looked at her, using the dim light brought by the lanterns hanging on the four corners of the carriage to see the green shadow in her eyes.
"Get in the car."
There seems to be no need to be pretentious if you look up and don't see you when you look down.
"It's great to be young. Mr. Si didn't sleep at all last night, but he's still so energetic."
The light in the car was weaker than outside. Si Yiluo had the courage to look back. He was only twenty-three years old this year, but he spoke in an old-fashioned way.
There was a chuckle in the car.
"Master Si, are you scolding me in your heart?"
He is somewhat self-aware.
"The governor was joking, but the official's mind was in a state of confusion. He was so sleepy that he wished he could fall asleep right away."
She was always alert in front of him and could hold back even if she felt sleepy. She felt that he seemed to sigh.
"The carriage is very spacious, Mr. Si might as well take a nap."
When he opened his mouth and told lies, did he really think that he was blind and couldn't see or hear anything? As soon as she got close to him, her tense muscles and deliberately tightened breath all showed her resistance to him.
I don't admit it.
He saw his own reflection in her body, and suddenly felt a little distressed.
But if people have been pretending for a long time, they will really become as hard as iron. If you want to do great things, what does it mean to suffer so much?
"It's only a quarter of an hour away. I don't think Mr. Si can sleep here, so I might as well hold on, so as not to lose etiquette in front of the palace."
Si Yiluo relaxed slightly against the carriage. This was the Wei Heyan he knew, who was cruel to himself and even more cruel to others.
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After seeing Si Yiluo off, Zhou Zhan and Shen Moran returned to the room and lay on the bed.
"In two days, when the weather clears up, let's go to Huguo Temple to offer incense."
He still remembered the envious expression on Shen Moran's face when she looked up at the geese flying south in the sky. At that moment, the sun just hit the side of her face, making her look so fresh and beautiful.
She was wronged by being trapped in this palace with him.
Shen Moran was suspicious. Didn't he put up such a big show just to make the world think that he was terminally ill and would die soon? Wouldn't it be exposed if he went to offer incense...
If you are not favored, anything you do is wrong.
"The autumn hunt is scheduled for the end of August. If you accompany me to offer incense instead of going to the autumn hunt, will there be any objections in the palace then?"
In the past, Zhou Zhan couldn't understand why his father was so cold to him when he clearly refused to fight. He thought he was afraid of the power of the Duke Protector's Palace. He deliberately kept a distance from his uncle, and even letters were rarely exchanged over the years.
Until the person Si Yiluo sent him broke his expectations for Emperor Yao.
"If you have an opinion, have an opinion. My body keeps coming back and forth, and even the imperial doctor is helpless. I haven't been to Qiu Lie a few times."
After this incident, he finally saw clearly that even if the people around him had designs on him, they were really doing it for his own good.
Shen Moran knew that he was worried, so he didn't ask much. She stretched out her hand to caress his face and said softly: "When the time comes, I will ask the Bodhisattva to bless your highness and everything will go well."
After she was reborn, she maintained awe of gods and Buddhas. If it hadn't been for what happened to Jingshan Temple outside the city, she would have continued to believe in them.
But God was kind to her, and God also believed that Zhou Yu had committed a heinous crime, so if he allowed her to be reborn and come back to take revenge, then the gods and Buddhas would surely hear her prayers.
Zhou Zhan felt warm in his heart.
Autumn rain continues.
On August 23, it had been raining for five or six days, and it had been gloomy for two more days. The weather finally cleared up.
People's mood also improves as the weather improves.
The autumn breeze was slightly cool. Shen Moran tied up Zhou Zhan's long hair and put it into a bun on his head. He put a white jade crown on his head and tied a light white cloak on his head.
He has a sense of weakness about him, and with this light-colored outfit, he looks even more frail and easy to bully.
The premise is to ignore the red glow on his face.
"I'll give you some powder."
She coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment. Her husband was just a laid-back prince, neither cliquey nor selfish. He had nothing to do every day, but he just tormented her!
He was so tormented that he couldn't stop the spring color on his face!
The powder on his face didn't look out of place at all. It covered most of his pale pink lips, which finally gave him a somewhat sickly look.
The man pulled her over and took a sip. Shen Moran said angrily: "Do you still want to go out?"
Her anger only turned into cowardice and anger in the eyes of men.
"Madam also needs to cover up."
He looked at the skin of her collar with a half-smile, and Shen Moran snorted, "I've been tricked by you!"
Zhou Zhan felt that after talking to her, she no longer acted dignified in front of him, and occasionally said some nonsense words from the market, which he found quite interesting.
After Shen Moran found out that he was so good at this, she simply stopped pretending, so she could save the effort!
Although the autumn weather was crisp today, the wind was a bit cool, so Shen Moran put on a turtleneck gown.
"Your Highness, Princess, the carriage is ready." Ms. Liang asked politely, "Do you want to set off now?"
Huguo Temple is not far from the palace, and the incense is very popular. There is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the backyard. Pilgrims who come to burn incense and worship Buddha like to donate sesame oil, exchange one or two pieces of red silk, write their wishes and hang them on it. It is said to be very effective.
Because the weather is suitable for outings and fun, people in Beijing are preparing for autumn hunting these days. Today, the number of pilgrims in Huguo Temple is less than half of the usual number. The two of them set off late, and when they arrived, there were not many people there.
Shen Moran knelt down in each hall and donated money for incense, and received a handful of red silk.
"There are seven in total. I will give you three. Write down your wishes on them. Let's see who can throw it higher later!"
The cunning look in the girl's eyes made Zhou Zhan laugh. Is she relying on her "sickness" to be unable to compete with her?
"Let's write separately, you here, me over there, no one is allowed to peek!"
The little novice monk prepared pen and ink for the two of them. Shen Moran held the pen and thought for a while, then wrote his wish on the first piece of red silk. Zhou Zhan looked at her and wrote his three pieces of red silk.
She's finished it too.
Countless red silks are wrapped around the ginkgo trees. Some of these red silks have been damaged by wind and rain, and some have rotted and fallen, and some of the writing on them can no longer be seen.
The old red silk was covered up by new red silk.
This tree has witnessed the wishes of so many people, and I don’t know if everyone can get their wish.
After Shen Moran closed her eyes and prayed devoutly, she picked up stones from the ground, tied them to both ends of the silk cloth, and threw them against the tree with all her strength.
With a click, the red silk fell to the ground. Zhou Zhan could clearly see the wish written on it, which was to wish him a bright future.
Is it her first wish for him to ascend to the throne of God?
Golden leaves fell on their shoulders. The other pilgrims who came to make a wish saw the doting smile on the lips of the handsome young man, and the tenderness in the eyes of the girl squatting on the ground picking up stones.
The couple of gods and immortals is really enviable.
Shen Moran jumped up and finally hung up the red silk. Then with experience, all four red silks in his hand were hung up in a short time.
She turned around and smiled at him. Before she could pull away her smile, she saw Yin Yue jumping down from the tree.