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Nie Wushuang frowned: "Is it Master Qingyuan again?"

The palace man shook his head: "It's another young master. I don't even know his name."

Nie Wushuang was even more confused when he heard this, but monks were very respected in the country of Ying. Nie Wushuang should see him even if he didn't want to. The palace man withdrew and led the monk in.

Nie Wushuang looked at the monk standing in front of him and frowned deeply: "Is this master...?"

The ordinary-looking monk pronounced a Buddhist name and handed Nie Wushuang a note: "This is what someone asked the young monk to give to the donor just now. The young monk retires. Feng."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Nie Wushuang opened it and looked at the note in his hand. There was a profound Sanskrit sentence written on it, and underneath it was written that I would see you at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at such and such a time. As a parting message, please be sure to come, my empress. Nie Wushuang looked at the time and saw that it happened to be the last day the monk performed Buddhist teachings for Empress Dowager Gao in the palace.

Nie Wushuang looked over and over for a while, but couldn't figure out why. He wanted to ask more questions, but the monk had already left, and he couldn't ask more questions.

Yang Zhi saw hesitation on her face and stepped forward to ask what was going on. Nie Wushuang frowned: "Eunuch Yang, do you think I should go? If I don't go, I'm worried that Master Qingyuan will still be stubborn in the future. Every time he sees me, he will persuade me to do good. If I go, I will still be stubborn. You have to listen to his wordiness."

Yang Zhi was also in a dilemma: "Master Qingyuan is highly praised by the abbot. I heard that the abbot is getting old recently and has plans to train the next generation of abbot. I am afraid that Master Qingyuan is a strong candidate among them."

Donglin Temple has always had an inseparable relationship with the royal family. Sometimes when the emperor had problems that could not be solved, he would seek advice from the eminent monks of Donglin Temple. Therefore, Donglin Temple has a transcendent status in Yingguo. If Master Qingyuan is lucky enough to become the successor candidate in the abbot's heart, then it seems more necessary for Nie Wushuang to prepare well to meet him.

Nie Wushuang sighed and put the note away: "That's fine, let's see you."

On the last day of the eminent monk's performance in the palace, Empress Dowager Gao authorized the concubines and other members of the royal family to attend the ceremony and pray for blessings. Nie Wushuang dressed up a little that day, dressed plainly, with only a high bun on her head, a few pearls on her hair, and then she walked slowly towards the Ancestral Temple.

Logically speaking, one is not allowed to enter the Ancestral Temple until the time of the grand ceremony, but this time Empress Dowager Gao gave special permission to allow everyone to watch the ceremony on the high platform outside the Ancestral Temple.

Nie Wushuang walked slowly all the way. The Ancestral Temple was far away. She and the palace people in the "Yonghua Palace" stopped and walked. Xia Lan suggested: "The Queen has no shoulders to chase, so why not take a small road to go faster."

Nie Wushuang, who was walking with sweat dripping from his head, nodded in agreement. The three of them changed their route again. The path Xia Lan mentioned was through the garden next to the palace, not the main road. The people in the palace had to walk a long way to and from each palace, so they only took small paths.

Nie Wushuang followed Xia Lan around a palace and was about to pass through a bamboo forest when he suddenly saw someone whispering in the bamboo forest. In the emerald green bamboo forest, she felt that the navy blue figure was very familiar. The two people hugged each other, and the man seemed to be comforting the woman in his arms.

Nie Wushuang took a few steps closer, and when he recognized the person, his face turned cold. Xia Lan didn't know why, so she followed her gaze and couldn't help but screamed "Yeah" in embarrassment.

When the two people heard the sound, the woman in palace clothes in the man's arms was so frightened that she hid her face and ran away. Nie Wushuang watched the woman's slim figure disappear quickly, with a sneer on her red lips.

The disturbed man slowly turned around and leaned lazily on the edge of a bamboo with a smile as he watched Nie Wushuang approach: "Are you here too?"

When Xia Lan saw Xiao Fengqing on the side, she knew that she had caused trouble and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "My lord, spare your life, this slave deserves to die!"

Nie Wushuang waved her and Yang Zhi away, looking at Xiao Fengqing coldly: "The prince is so elegant and cheerful, he actually became a sentimental person in the palace."

Xiao Fengqing adjusted her clothes with a smile on her face. Nie Wushuang saw that there was still bright red rouge on his lips. She couldn't help but take out a handkerchief from her arms and threw it to him in disgust: "Your Highness, wipe it quickly! If you wait, Let Empress Dowager Gao see it, how should Your Highness explain it?"

Since the last Mid-Autumn Festival, Nie Wushuang has rarely seen Xiao Fengqing in the palace. It seems that Xiao Fengming often sends errands to him. The rich and idle prince in the past has now become Xiao Fengming's indispensable right-hand man, and all this seems to have started from It started after she entered the palace.

Nie Wushuang didn't know if he was reused because of her, but from Xiao Fengqing's purpose in Qi, she knew that all this might be Xiao Fengming's instruction. It's just that the two brothers have their own thoughts, and one is more difficult to guess than the other.

"Anyway, Empress Dowager Gao doesn't like me. She asked me to attend the ceremony just because she felt sorry for the etiquette." Xiao Fengqing casually took Nie Wushuang's handkerchief, wiped it, and then handed it to Nie Wushuang, with a strange look in her eyes. With a smile: "What? Are you worried that I will be punished by the Queen Mother?"

Nie Wushuang looked at the handkerchief in his hand and said with disgust, "Throw it away. I don't want it anymore."

Xiao Fengqing slowly took back the handkerchief, put it under her nose and sniffed it, her eyes moved and gradually revealed a warm feeling.

An ambiguous smile: "It smells so good."

Nie Wushuang had long been accustomed to his uninhibited and teasing words, but she was still pierced by the look in his eyes, which made her face turn slightly red.

We haven’t seen him for many days. Today he is wearing a navy blue casual clothes. Although it is the clothes of an ordinary nobleman, because he is a prince, he has thick auspicious patterns embroidered with silk thread of the same color on the clothes. At first glance, the pattern looks like It appears on the clothes, adding a bit more royal majesty and weight. His dark hair was tied up with a phoenix-shaped hairpin, just like it was when he first met her.

Suave.

Xiao Fengqing caught her appraising gaze, and her handsome face showed an evil look.

He smiled, and while she was distracted, he suddenly pulled her into his arms: "Were you jealous just now?"

Nie Wushuang was shocked and hurriedly looked around. Yang Zhi and Xia Lan had already stayed away from each other. They were guarding both sides of the road, one behind the other, to look out for them.

Nie Wushuang struggled desperately and said angrily: "Your Highness, let go!"

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