Chapter 412 Hu Shanxiang 3
Ten years later, on the Qinhuai River in Yingtian Prefecture, a small boat drifted leisurely, and elegant and graceful singing flowed slowly from it:
"...the sky is light and the clouds are sparse, and a few lines of new geese are flying across the sky. The imperial garden is full of autumn colors: the willows are turning yellow, the apples are losing green, and the red lotus petals are falling. A touch of carved railings, the fragrance of sweet osmanthus flowers is just beginning to bloom..." Note [1]
"I won, so there has to be a prize, right?"
His hair was wrapped in a net scarf, making it smooth and shiny, and a silver-gilt hairpin was fixed to the bun. The young man, dressed in a bean green cotton round-necked robe, shook his head and spoke, looking very smug and cute.
The tall and graceful man standing at the bow was wearing a round-necked robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, pine and cypress patterns in a gradient black and white ink-wash color. There was no decoration on his head, only a bun. His hair danced in the wind, covering his sinister eyes.
The low voice was half nonchalant: "What do you want?"
"I want you to take me somewhere."
Hearing this, the man slowly smiled. His deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, but his voice was inexplicably tender. He half turned his head and replied to the young man behind him with one word:
"good."
The boat was almost under the bridge. Having agreed to the other party's request, the man turned his head again and raised his eyes nonchalantly...
!
The pupils that instantly shrank and expanded reflected the otherworldly figure on the bridge:
A man in a plain white Taoist robe was walking slowly across the bridge, holding an old horse in his right hand. Suddenly, a large buzzard flew across the sky, swooped down, and brushed past the man's veil. The wind it brought up wrapped around the white gauze, revealing a pair of pupils as cold as a deep pool.
An eagle's cry soared into the sky, as if to tear the sky and the earth apart.
"...Autumn swallows cling to their fragrant nests, while mandarin ducks sleep in the silver pond with their eyes."
The lewd music behind him was still lingering in his ears, but he could not hear a word of it.
Zhu Zhanji subconsciously twisted his left index finger. The man had already crossed the bridge and disappeared into the crowd.
Only then did he realize that the other person had a pair of peach blossom eyes that he didn't like. But today, he was so captivated by those eyes that casually glanced at her that he even ignored her stunning face.
"Growing on a person like this is really another story."
"What did you say?"
Sun Ruowei, who had been blocked by the man so tightly that she couldn't see the scene clearly, poked the man, not understanding what he was muttering about.
"I said we're almost there."
For the moment, he suppressed that startling glimpse deep in his heart and looked at the orphan who was pretending to be calm in front of him. Zhu Zhanji bowed slightly and said, "Please."
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[How about it, is my appearance okay? ]
After posing while leading the horse in front of his good grandson, Shanxiang turned around and ran towards Jiming Temple outside the city.
A young novice monk of eight or nine years old outside the temple gate saw her and hurried over: "You must be donor Hu, right? The master has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me."
"Excuse me."
Following the little monk's instructions, Hu Shanxiang first handed the horse to another monk. Then the two of them walked around the front hall and walked for a long time before they saw the child stop and signaled to her that they had arrived.
She took off the veil on her head and walked into the house. A monk in black was sitting cross-legged in the house. The two looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.
"You're back after all."
Yao Guangxiao spoke first, sighing, and raised his hand as a sign of invitation. Hu Shanxiang placed her veil on the table and sat cross-legged across from him. "I haven't really thought about it yet. I just came over to take a look under the pretext of delivering something to the old Taoist priest."
As she spoke, she took out a palm-sized gourd bottle from her bosom and placed it casually on the table.
Even Yao Guangxiao was confused by her action for a moment. He glanced at Shanxiang and forgot to react.
"Oh, and there's a letter."
Hu Shanxiang pulled out another letter from her bosom and slapped it on the table. Then she stood up and said, "The old man's notice was so sudden. I'm really tired after riding my old horse all the way here. I'd like to ask you to find me a room so I can rest for two days."
"……good."
Yao Guangxiao listened to her words, looked at her carefully for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "It would be great if you are willing to stay. I have asked someone to clean the meditation room and prepare some vegetarian food. Don't mind."
"You're complaining about free food and lodging? I'm afraid I haven't cultivated to that level yet. Thank you very much."
Hu Shanxiang smiled, clasped her fists and bowed, and left in a graceful manner.
Jiming Temple is worthy of being a royal temple. Although it is called a Zen room, it is larger than her house in the Hu family. The interior is decorated in a quiet and elegant manner, and she can move in with her luggage.
After packing up her few belongings and having a vegetarian meal, Shanxiang couldn't wait to get some hot water to wash herself up. However, the gorgeous facial features in the bronze mirror turned cold because of the owner's temperament.
Hu Shanxiang raised the corners of her lips slightly, and her facial features instantly became romantic and wild.
[Sleep, sleep, and when you wake up my big fish will come. ]
Contented, Shanxiang lay on the bed and had a good night's sleep.
Unfortunately, someone is destined to have a bad sleep tonight, or rather two nights.
The emperor suddenly arrived on the second night. All the people in Jiming Temple were busy welcoming him under the leadership of Yao Guangxiao. Shanxiang was naturally among them. Unfortunately, a head of shiny long hair stood out among the group of bald heads, making it hard for the emperor to miss it.
He leaned on the imperial sedan chair and turned his head to look at the old monk, indicating with his eyes: Who is this?
Yao Guangxiao blinked: Let’s talk about it later.
Okay.
The old emperor curled his lips. When everyone arrived at the place, naturally only the old monk and the old emperor were allowed to enter, and the others dispersed.
"Tell me, who is that girl? My royal temple doesn't intend to accept female lay Buddhists, nor does itinerant female doctors."
As soon as Zhu Di entered, he leaned back on the couch and put his hands into the sleeves of his gray and white cotton robe.
"She will have to answer the Emperor herself later about who she is, but I can present the things she gave me yesterday to the Emperor."
Yao Guangxiao did not touch the two things. He had not received such simple things for a long time, and this really aroused Zhu Di's curiosity.
He first opened the gourd and found only two pills inside.
One is grayish white, the other is light red, both have a faint sweet fragrance.
Zhu Di, who had been soaked in blood from years of marching and fighting, smelled a hint of blood from the light red pill.
Zhu Di looked up at the old monk and saw him shaking his head, so he knew that he didn't know what the effects of the two pills were.
"I want to see what's going on."
At this time, Zhu Di, with a hint of disdain on his face, quickly opened the letter in his hand and read it at a glance.
Bang--
He slammed the letter on the table and stood up: "Go and invite that girl over!"
Little Nose, who was waiting outside, responded quickly, not daring to delay, turned around and trotted away.
"She is really... this is really..."
Zhu Di did not say everything because he had never expected that his extravagant wish could actually come true.
"I don't know the effect of this thing, but that child did follow Taoist Zhang."
Yao Guangxiao sat cross-legged on the futon, very calm. "When I first arrived in Yingtian with the follow-up troops, Taoist Zhang held the child and asked me for a bag of stalks of rice. He then left a token, which I gave to you."
"That being said, didn't he not come when I invited him five years ago? I sent so many people but couldn't find him. I just thought that old demon... that old immortal had passed away."
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