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"What is Zitong thinking about?" There was a warm, jade-like voice behind him, followed by the voices of palace people kneeling.

Looking back at Nie Wushuang, Xiao Fengxi slowly wore a thin brocade-faced embroidered dragon cloak. Nie Wu's eyes glowed, even though he had seen so many times, his appearance still made her heart with joy. Jianmei Xingmu, as he walked all the way, his complexion was blushed slightly by the slight cold wind, and his eyebrows became more and more exquisite ink painting.

He walked to her, shook her hand, and frowned slightly: "Why not wear more and how the maids serve, your cold syndrome will be aggravated by the cold."

The emperor blamed him, and the palace men serving him trembled, and quickly took a thick cloak and stepped in to coat Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang smiled slightly, closed his cloak, and shook his hand: "There is nothing in the courtroom, the emperor does not have to make a fuss."

Xiao Fengxi looked at her face as usual, and then smiled: "So what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed?"

"It's nothing. I'm feeling for Zen Master Qingyuan. I didn't expect that he really became the abbot when he was young. He used to be nothing but a little Zen master." Nie Wushuang laughed and removed the cloak for him. It was cold outside and hot inside, after all, it was a strong man's breath. After a while, Xiao Fengxian drew a fine sweat on his forehead.

Xiao Fengzhen asked her to sort it out with a smile. Suddenly she saw the beads on her wrist, her eyes were slightly frozen, and she asked, "This is the bead that Qingyuan Zen Master gave you?"

"Yes." Nie Wushuang didn't notice the abnormality in his eyes and smiled. "The emperor forgot? Chen Ye went to Donglin Temple to pray for a while and lived for a while. It is a bit of an incense relationship with Donglin Temple, and he is also familiar with Zen Master Qingyuan. Yes, his Buddhism has benefited the courtiers a lot. "

Xiao Fengyi thought for a while, then smiled and nodded, and shook her hand: "I remember."

There is a lanai stem in the warmhouse, which extends out of the cabinet, and you can look at the colorful koi in the bottom. Xiao Fengxi dropped his cloak and went out to look at the scenery at will.

Nie Wushuang looked at his impassive complexion and whispered, "After two days, Chen Xun wanted to go out of the palace to pray."

Xiao Fengxu turned his head and frowned slightly: "Are you going to Donglin Temple? It's too far, Zitong doesn't have to work so hard."

Nie Wushuang froze slightly and laughed: "Chen Ye didn't go to Donglin Temple."

"Where is that going? The central Beijing is not very peaceful recently. If you want to go out, your elder brother has no military service. Let him follow wherever you want to go. I feel relieved, too." Xiao Fengxi said gently.

Nie Wushuang's heart burst into a sudden, but the words had already been raised. She paused and finally said, "Yes, Chen Xun obeyed the order."

...

Two days later, Nie Wushuang went out of the palace. The simple phoenix and simple ceremonial ceremonies still went to Huguang Temple.

Nie Wushuang leaned against Jindun, but his face was gloomy. Yang Zhi knelt sitting in front of the carriage, his face was still.

For a long time, Nie Wushuang said lightly: "You can't go out of the house anymore."

Yang Zhi was slightly surprised: "Why?"

Nie Wushuang's eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he had no sense of irritability under his eyes: "The emperor ordered his elder brother to follow. Is it clever as the father-in-law Yang can't see that the emperor has doubts?"

She looked at the Buddhist scriptures at hand, and a resentment of her was raised in her heart. Once there was a woman who was high above her. She also held the Buddhist scriptures in one hand, but she made all kinds of sins in the other. The original she hated that kind of person, but did not expect that one day she would go this way step by step.

Yang Zhi groaned for a while and comforted him: "The queen's queen is relieved. If the emperor is suspicious, she will not let the queen go out of the palace, and after that her Highness will not see the maiden outside the palace."

"It won't be good." Nie Wushuang closed his eyes and got up too early in the morning. At this time, his body was still sore and tired: "It's only the last time."

Her voice was so low, not like speaking to Yang Zhi, but she was comforting herself.

Yang Zhi watched her fall asleep, covered her with Bo Xi, and Feng Ji shook. In her half dream and awake, her sleeping face still couldn't show her face.

Yang sighed, he heard her whisper. It's already so difficult now, wouldn't that be a painful pain for her? Thinking of him looking at her, she felt deep pity.

...

Huguang Temple arrived soon. Nie Wushuang met the abbot. He settled down in the courtyard of the temple and settled down. A palace maid offered the fast food prepared in the temple. After using it, Nie Wushuang rested in peace. I fell asleep until noon, at this time it was full of light, and it was a rare good weather since winter.

Although it is winter at this time, the view of the temple in the early winter is also very good. Some maids suggested that she go out for a walk. Nie Wushuang shook his head: "It is winter at this time, there are no flowers, and Dongmei is not in full bloom, and it is not interesting."

The organic lady under the seat proposed to take a tour of the scenery behind Huguang Temple Mountain. Nie Wushuang groaned slightly and nodded.

Yang Zhi went down to do it in person, and soon he ordered an exquisite painting to dock on the shore. Nie Wushuang picked one or two skinny maids and took Yang straight on board. Although there is a lake in Shanglinyuan in the palace, Nie Wushuang is tired and lazy, and did not take the painting to explore the scenery of Shanglinyuan. Now I heard that Huguang Temple is named after the lake. The lake here is not frozen in winter. It's amazing.

In the painting, one table, chair, and one piano stand, Nie Wushuang caressed the strings at will, and the eyes reflected the sparkling lake water. The bright water in the bright eyes, the snow-like color ratio reflected the waves, which became more white and greasy like porcelain.

The painting went into the heart of the lake, and gradually went to the depths of the lake. Nie Wushuang let go of his thoughts, stroking the strings at will. For a long time, the ship's body sank slightly. She paused and raised her eyes to see the wind drifting Outside the curtain.

"You're here ..." she sighed quietly and asked in a low voice. Beyond the screen, a pretty figure came forward, tapping the curtain lightly, and squinting at her slightly: "You picked a good place today."

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This chapter is a thousand words owed yesterday and before. Sorry, I was stuck yesterday.

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