Yangyang was very happy.

While laughing, I smelled that faint fragrance again.

She sniffed sharply, her expression very intoxicated.

[My mother is so beautiful. Not only is she beautiful, but she also smells so good. I want to rub against her. I also want to smell so good.]

Yangyang used all her strength to snuggle into Yun Wanrou's arms.

Yun Wanrou felt a little itchy.

He looked down at Yangyang in his arms with a faint smile on his lips.

"Madam, we have arrived at Xuanqing Temple!"

The carriage stopped by the roadside and Wangshu opened the curtain.

Yun Wanrou nodded slightly and got off the carriage holding Yangyang.

Standing outside the mountain gate, Yangyang could smell the scent of incense and candles.

Her eyes rolled around, and she could see nothing but the soft clouds and the blue sky.

[Oh, sky, you are so beautiful. But if I keep looking at you like this, I will get tired of it! When can I sit up and take a serious look at this world?]

[Alas, my poor little body. Not only do my short legs not give me strength, but now I can’t even sit up. ]

Yangyang shook her feet, feeling a little depressed.

Wangshu stretched out his arms and looked at Yun Wanrou.

"Madam, let me hold the child!"

"Yes." Yun Wanrou handed Yangyang to her and instructed: "Look at her rolling eyes, she seems to be very curious about this place. Wangshu, stand her up a little and let her look around!"

"promise!"

Wangshu responded and raised the arm that was resting on her little head a little higher.

The child is too young and can't use his neck strength yet.

She was afraid that if she lifted her head too high, it would hurt her.

Although it only increases the arc a little bit, it is enough for Yangyang.

She rolled her eyes and looked around, very curious about everything around her.

[This is Xuanqing Temple. It's a bit deserted here. There's not even a single person.]

Yangyang felt a little disappointed.

The popularity of Xuanqing Temple is far less than that of the Taoist temple she had stayed in before.

Yun Wanrou heard her thoughts and also noticed this problem.

Usually, Xuanqing Temple is crowded with pilgrims, why is there no one here today?

Yun Wanrou was confused and led Wangshu inside.

The incense and candles were brought up from the mountain.

She lit the incense candle and inserted it into the incense burner.

After bowing to the statue, he continued walking forward.

When Yangyang arrived outside the Sanqing Temple, his eyes suddenly widened.

She saw the man in the interior, in the Sanqing Temple!

As she expected, Yun Wanrou slowly approached.

As soon as she got outside the door, Yangyang saw a tall man wearing a black cloak.

The man, like in the interior scene, has his back to them.

Although far away, Yangyang can feel it.

The spiritual power in her body is gradually increasing because of the appearance of the man.

She squinted her eyes comfortably and straightened her toes.

Yun Wanrou also saw the man and took back the foot that had just stepped into the threshold.

"There are outsiders here, let's go to another place!"

[No, I don't want to change places. Mother, since we are here, let's go in and take a look. I haven't even seen what that man looks like!]

[Look at his back, how extraordinary he is. Mom, aren't you curious about what he looks like? ]

Yangyang kicked his short legs and scratched his ears and cheeks in anxiety.

She finally saw the man, but her mother wanted to change places.

No, she doesn't want to change place.

Hearing two voices coming from behind him, Meng Yanchen slowly turned around.

He looked at Yun Wanrou, then at Yangyang who was being held by Wangshu.

When Yangyang saw him looking at her, she immediately became excited.

[Oh my god, I saw the exiled immortal. How could there be such a handsome man in this world! ]

Hearing the childish voice, Meng Yanchen was slightly startled.

There were no other children around except the baby.

But she clearly didn't speak a word just now.

[Wow, he looked at me, he looked at me! Mother, please don't leave. I really like his scent, I want to get closer to him.]

Yangyang struggled, wishing she could jump out of Wangshu's arms and throw herself into Meng Yanchen's arms.

Yun Wanrou felt someone looking at her from behind and turned back subconsciously, only to find that the other person looked familiar.

After thinking for a while, she finally remembered who the other person was and bowed to him.

"I didn't know His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi was here. I'm sorry to bother you."

"No problem!" Meng Yanchen didn't care. His eyes fell on Yangyang: "Is this your child?"

"Exactly!"

"She's very cute."

Meng Yanchen stared at Yangyang without blinking, as if trying to figure out whether the child who had just spoken was her.

Yangyang met his eyes and covered her chest with her excited little hands.

[Ah, he is using his beauty filter to attack me. I can’t stand it. I want kisses, hugs, and lifts.]

Hearing Yangyang's voice, Yun Wanrou's mouth twitched slightly.

She raised her eyes to look at Meng Yanchen, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

Fortunately, she was the only one who could hear Yangyang's thoughts, otherwise if Meng Yanchen knew what her daughter was thinking.

As a mother, she might have to find a hole to crawl into.

Meng Yanchen didn't notice Yun Wanrou's expression, his eyes were always on Yangyang.

He was now certain that the voice he had just heard had indeed come from this little baby.

But strangely, she didn't speak.

Could it be that what he heard was her inner voice?

"Your Majesty, I will not disturb you any longer. Bye."

Yun Wanrou's voice brought Meng Yanchen back to his senses.

Seeing that she looked indifferent and didn't seem to be able to hear the little baby's thoughts, Meng Yanchen felt that he was special.

He straightened his face and said, "We are already at the Sanqing Temple. Madam, please burn incense before leaving! I have something else to do, so I will go ahead."

After saying this, Meng Yanchen walked slowly forward and passed by Yun Wanrou.

Seeing him leave, Yangyang's mouth pouted.

[Don't go, I haven't been close to you yet! ]

Meng Yanchen did not look back and soon disappeared from Yangyang's sight.

Yun Wanrou withdrew her gaze, took the incense and candles, and stepped into the threshold of the Sanqing Temple.

“I really didn’t expect that His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi would be here.

From what I have seen, His Highness does not seem to be as deep-minded as the rumors say.

He must have known that the lady was in a dilemma because of the difference between men and women, so she chose to leave first..."

Before Wangshu could finish her words, she saw Yun Wanrou turn her head to look at her, and quickly shut her mouth.

Yun Wanrou shook her head and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Do you know what crime it is for someone to make irresponsible remarks about the royal family?"

"It was the servant who spoke nonsense."

Wangshu lowered his head and secretly glanced outside the door.

Seeing that there was no one outside the door, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Madam, there's no one else here, so we don't have to be so careful, right?"

"It's always better to be cautious."

Yun Wanrou bowed to the statue.

She slowly stood up and was about to leave.

When I turned around, I saw an old Taoist in a red robe walking in slowly.

The old Taoist priest was a little surprised to see Yun Wanrou and Wangshu.

He clearly sent people to clear the area, so why are there still outsiders here?

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and looked around.

Seeing that he seemed to be looking for someone, Yun Wanrou asked, "Master, are you looking for His Royal Highness Prince Qi? He has already left."

"Thank you for letting me know."

The old Taoist thanked Yun Wanrou and turned back.

Yangyang looked at his red Taoist robe and pondered.

[A Taoist priest without some cultivation cannot wear a red robe. It seems that this old Taoist priest should be quite skilled. I wonder if he can draw the Heavenly Thunder Talisman? ]

Yangyang hasn't given up the idea of ​​killing the scumbag with a chop.

She was muttering to herself when the old Taoist suddenly stopped and fixed his eyes on her.