Among them, Wang Ge Lao is the oldest and has already thought about retiring early. He has been pestering Qiao Fangzhi with a sad face these past two days: "Why don't I die yet?"
"There are so many things to do, you must take good care of yourself." Xianjin's eyes moved to the pale lips of Princess Bai'an: "It's not easy for a woman to be in charge of a family, not to mention that you are not in charge of a family, but a country. You must put your health first in everything..."
Xianjin didn't finish his words.
Princess Bai'an's eyes moved to the northeast outside the window, her eyes were calm but contained murderous intent: "At any time, the country must be placed above the individual - this has nothing to do with whether I am a woman or not, it is closely related to the fact that I am the highest authority in the nine provinces of the Great Wei."
Xianjin blinked.
Princess Bai'an turned her head back again and looked at Xianjin with a powerful gaze.
There were a few "bang bang bang" sounds.
All the doors and windows in the flower room in the inner courtyard were tightly closed from the inside.
The voices of the aunt and niece were clearly audible at the beginning, but gradually became lower and lower, and finally turned into a diffuse and lingering mist.
The Tibetan fox Liangliang held the sword in both hands and stood guard at the door of the flower room with a serious expression. Four or five mute guards hid between the beams and the curtains. Not even a mosquito could fly into the outer room. And the news of "Princess Bai'an's visit" in the inner room was like sealed with wax and would never be allowed to leak out.
It was getting dark, and Princess Bai'an came out from a side door, showing her golden face and calmly seeing them off.
Princess Bai'an gently pulled her niece's scattered hair back behind her ears, and said in a soft and slow voice: "Do everything within your ability, don't rush forward."
Xianjin nodded.
Princess Bai'an's eyes were as clear as water: "You are so brave, I am both happy and scared, you know my original intention was not..."
Xianjin interrupted at the right time: "Xianjin knows - but the nine provinces can't stand another white fall chaos." He paused slightly: "My mother's suffering came from this. In the capital city, I only hope that there will be beautiful fireworks, no more rust and blood."
Princess Bai'an rubbed her golden furry head. When she glanced sideways, her expression changed instantly, and her attitude became tough and cold: "Only the people in the courtyard know about what happened today. Once it spreads out, the nine clans will be killed immediately!"
Hu Hualiang was the first to respond, “Yes!”
Xianjin looked at the light of the oil lamp hanging from the beam.
The lights flickered slightly, the halo was milky white and soft, and the dust in it floated steadily.
"Xiao...Does King Xiao need to know?" Xianjin asked.
Princess Bai'an shook her head gently: "No need -" She paused, as if looking for the right words: "His personality is not suitable for these...fights."
Xianjin nodded suddenly.
...
It’s the end of January, not yet February.
Beside the paper pulp pond, Feng Yuanyuan was already very skilled at scooping up paper and spreading it. Her hands fluttered like butterflies, and after making a thin piece of straw paper, she laughed happily, looking bright and beautiful.
Xianjin's attitude was still doting. He leaned over to take a look and praised, "Not bad. The pulp is evenly distributed. When it's baked, it will definitely be the best one you've made."
Feng Yuanyuan pouted, a little proud: "Of course! I went to Wanguo Temple with my mother a few days ago and made a wish!"
Xianjin smiled and asked, "What wish did you make?"
"I must make a very good piece of paper!" Feng Yuanyuan raised his head high: "I will give this piece of paper to a very special person!"
Xianjin smiled and nodded slowly, looking very intimate.
Feng Yuanyuan came forward again, shook Xianjin's sleeve, and muttered coquettishly: "The day after tomorrow is the last day of the first lunar month! The next opening of Wanguo Temple will be next year! Come on, go! Come with me! I'll ask my mother to prepare the carriage and servants, and you just go! I'll take you to many places! Qiaoyun Peak! Kuanjian Creek! And the vegetarian food and fried vegetarian meatballs in the hall! It would be best if we stay one more night!——"
Feng Yuanyuan put her head close to Xianjin's ear and whispered to him innocently, "Also, there is a Taoist temple called Qiushou Temple below the Wanguo Temple. The little Taoist priests inside have red lips and white teeth. They are so pretty!"
Xianjin blinked and whispered back, "I already have a Hedong lion at home..."
"Let's just not tell him!" Feng Yuanyuan laughed: "We will set off after lunch the day after tomorrow. It will take two hours to get there, so we can eat vegetarian food and stay overnight. We will get up early the next morning to pray for spring water and listen to Buddhist scriptures..." Feng Yuanyuan blinked: "There is also Taoism~"
Xianjin lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking.
Feng Yuanyuan looked at her expectantly.
After a while, he nodded: "Okay, let's follow your schedule."
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