It was deep spring, and spring flowers were blooming all over Kyoto.
A sedan chair with the logo of the Prime Minister's Mansion stopped in front of Huaian Temple. Just as passers-by were looking sideways, a woman got out of the sedan chair.
She was wearing a bright red skirt inlaid with gold, and her figure was slender and graceful. Her belt showed off her slender waist. There was a hint of smile on the corner of the woman's beautiful face. Her radiant black eyes swept around lightly, and she walked into the temple, waving a folding fan.
Very romantic.
"That's... Jiang An?"
The female ruler, who was pushed aside by the sedan chair and dared not speak, stared at the figure disappearing at the door, and she strongly suspected that she had become dizzy from reading yesterday.
Otherwise, how could Jiang An have become so imposing?
"That is indeed Jiang An."
The lady next to her stroked her crown, her face full of disdain: "It's really inappropriate for a lady to imitate the gentlemen in putting on makeup!"
Her face is so white, her lips are so red, she is even more beautiful than my husband, I really don’t know what’s going on!
"Come on, let's go in too, and don't let her snatch anyone away again!"
Shaking her sleeves, the lady went in with her guards.
These two people were none other than Liu Yan, the eldest daughter of the imperial censor, and Liu Yu, the daughter of the chief censor.
Liu Yan learned her mother's righteousness and was most disdainful of playboys like Jiang An. Her mother was jumping up and down and cursing Prime Minister Jiang in the court, and she was chasing Jiang An on the street.
If Jiang An dares to rob someone, she will beat him up.
The two can be said to be sworn enemies and mortal enemies.
The Huai'an Temple was bustling with activity, with common people and dignitaries coming and going, burning incense and worshipping Buddha. As soon as Xihe entered the yard, there was an immediate commotion, and the families who had brought their sons with them immediately hid their sons behind them.
A pair of eyes were fixed on Xihe, fearing that she would snatch him away on the spot.
Xihe...
She raised her eyebrows, walked past the nervous people, went around the front hall, and headed towards the back yard of the temple.
"Please stay, benefactor. Master Huichen has guests in his courtyard."
Just as he crossed the threshold, Xihe was stopped by a young monk. Xihe looked at Xiaoqi, who immediately came up and whispered, "The Third Prince came here today to meet Master Huichen."
Xihe nodded and stepped inside: "Oh, it just so happens that I have something to ask Master Huichen as well."
"Don't do that, benefactor! Donor!"
The young monk was startled and tried to stop the person but was frightened by Xiao Qi's glare. He could only stamp his feet, turn around and run to the door, shouting, "Master, a guest is coming."
Master Huichen has profound Buddhist teachings and is highly respected. People often come to visit him.
The little monk couldn't stop such an arrogant guest as Xihe, so he could only look up to his master.
Crunch,
The door opened, and a young monk opened it, with his eyes downcast and his hands clasped together: "Please come in, donor."
Little monk:!!!
Xiaoqi: Huh.
Xihe closed the fan, walked in with a smile on his face.
A strong scent of sandalwood rushed into Xihe's nose. Xihe took a quick look and saw that the Zen room was decorated in a fresh and elegant style, with a Buddhist shrine, a cushion, and an old man and a young man sitting opposite each other on a soft couch by the window, with a chessboard in front of them.
"Oh, Junyue is here too."
Xihe walked over with a smile, pushed the young man inside, lifted his robe and sat down beside him.
Li Junyue: “…”
Xihe looked down at the clearly separated white and black pieces on the table. He raised his hand to pick up a white piece and pressed it onto the empty space. Then he looked at the old monk opposite him and said, "Master Huichen, I have long heard of your great name!"
Hui Chensheng, with his kind eyes, also smiled: "Ms. Jiang, I have long heard of your great name."
Xihe couldn't help but feel happy in her heart. Isn't it famous? Notorious! This old monk even mocked her.
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