Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Apart from the palaces and the various princely mansions, Hua'e Zhenghui Tower is the most famous building in Chang'an. From a distance, the flying pavilions are painted in brilliant colors, as if it were a palace in heaven. Inside, the layout is clean and elegant, with music and music, and famous poems and landscape paintings hung everywhere, attracting countless literati and scholars. There is also a huge and beautiful garden outside, with exotic flowers, pavilions, and towers. Being able to host guests in Hua'e Zhenghui Tower is worthy of thumbs up, whether in terms of financial resources or taste.

Wen Jiao spent a lot of money to book the best private room and the best vegetarian food in Hua'e Zhenghui Building, and wondered how she could fool Madam Yin. She was ready to pack up and go out that day, but she was stopped by Mingxin. The 18-year-old girl was in a state of unspeakable anxiety. Not only did she pick up one set of gorgeous clothes after another and took out one set of jewelry after another, she also pulled Suxin and other little maids to discuss the matching of Wen Jiao's makeup.

Wen Jiao was manipulated by her as a model for a long time, and finally couldn't help yawning: "I think this outfit is fine, no need to change."

Ming said anxiously, "Miss, you are leaving the house to honor our Prime Minister's family. We can't be careless."

Wen Jiao waved her hands and said indifferently: "I'm old, even if I dress up like a golden man, it's just like that. It's you girls who should dress up well. You are as tender as flowers, and you dress up beautifully. It's also my honor to go out, right? Be good, don't worry about me, go and get yourself ready. Although our Mingxin looks beautiful no matter how she dresses, the occasion today is different."

Mingxin blushed slightly at the deep meaning in her words and said angrily, "Miss!"

"Go, go, dear!" Wen Jiao coaxed and kneaded her, and finally got her down, and quickly got her outfit ready for going out. After a while, Ming Xin came out hesitantly, wearing a goose yellow short shirt, a willow green skirt tied around her waist, and a pair of pearl pendants swinging back and forth on her ears. The light and delicate colors made her youthful and bright face look more delicate than a newly bloomed flower.

"Miss, I won't...embarrass you by doing this, right?" Mingxin asked uncertainly.

Wen Jiao looked at her for a few times, and asked Su Xin to take out her own pearl necklace and put it on Ming Xin herself: "It's very beautiful. You will look no worse than any other girl from an aristocratic family."

Mingxin was at a loss and wanted to take it off, but Wen Jiao held her hand and said, "Don't take it off, this is for you. Pearls go with beauties, and our Mingxin is a beauty, so of course she should be paired with top-quality pearls. When you get married tomorrow, I will give you a few more sets as a dowry."

Mingxin blushed immediately: "Miss, what's wrong with you today? You always make fun of me!"

Wen Jiao looked up at the sky: "Maybe it's because spring is here and I'm a little restless?"

Su Xin also noticed something and said with a smile, "If you don't leave now, our guests will have to sit there and drink the wind."

The county lady's carriage was spacious and comfortable enough. It was boring to sit alone, so Wen Jiao would always bring Mingxin and Suxin to sit together, so they could chat and laugh without feeling lonely. Mingxin usually talked the most, but this time she was unusually silent, staring at the street scene outside the window in a trance. The changing light and shadows reflected on her face gave her a different kind of calmness.

A young girl in love is always touching.

"Miss, I still feel that... once Huo Linger jumps out to disrupt the situation, you and Mr. Li will no longer be together. Are you really not going to consider it again? Although Mr. Li is of a lower status, you clearly liked him when you first met him at the flower-viewing banquet hosted by Princess Xiangyang that day." After a long time, she spoke.

"Do you think I tried to ruin the marriage because I disliked his low status?" Wen Jiao was amused by what she imagined in her little head. "Silly girl, love has never been about status, it's only about the heart. If I like someone, even if he is a peddler, I won't be picky. Besides, peddlers are lower than princes and nobles."

She stroked the scarf on her arm and suddenly thought of the genius student she had a crush on for four years in college. He was a die-hard metaphysics enthusiast who taught himself a lot of things like Ziwei Dou Shu, bone weighing, Da Liu Ren and Xiao Liu Ren, but she couldn't understand them anyway. Every time she asked him out in a roundabout way, she always had to listen to him talk about these things, which made her dizzy. And the two great masters of metaphysics, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, were the names he often mentioned.

What was his name? It had only been a few dozen days since she traveled through time. She still remembered the knowledge in the books and the laughter of her parents, but her memory of him was fragmented.

Wen Jiao couldn't help but smile sadly: "Li Chunfeng is a very capable person, how can I despise him? I just don't have any feelings for him, that's all."

Mingxin seemed to be relieved. He lowered his head and thought silently for a while, then gradually his face became sad again: "So the young lady thinks he is so good, I..."

"Our Mingxin is also very good." Wen Jiao touched her dog's head, not daring to use force, for fear of making her carefully combed bun frizzy. "Look at this delicate little appearance, look at this gentle temperament, look at the ability to grasp everything here, anyone who sees it will say that she is a talent picked out of a hundred. I have thought about it a long time ago. I will find a day to get rid of your slavery and find a good man to marry you. You can go out and be a mistress of the house, isn't it better than being a slave? But there is no suitable candidate for the time being. If you like Li Chunfeng, why not take this opportunity to get in touch with him?"

"How could I like Mr. Li!" Mingxin blushed.

"No?" Su Xin interrupted, "If not, I would go and try to get close to Mr. Li. I also think he is incredibly handsome."

"Don't do that!" Ming said anxiously, "If you say that again, I'll be mad."

Wen Jiao laughed.

The three girls were laughing and having a good time. In the Hua'e Zhenghui Tower, Xuanzang, who had bathed himself clean last night and got up early this morning and put on his latest monk's robe and dressed neatly, was standing at the door of the elegant room and found that he was the first one to arrive.

The maids in the elegant room looked at the fair and tender little monk with beautiful eyes and eyebrows with a smile: "Little Master, please come in and sit down first. Let the servants serve you tea. Others haven't come yet, maybe they will be here soon."

Xuanzang said awkwardly: "I'd better go for a walk outside first."

"How can we do that? If Lady Guichuan finds out that we have neglected her guests, we will be scolded by the steward." The maids rushed forward without giving him any time to speak and pushed him inside. "Come in and sit down. We are here to chat and laugh with you. It will be so lively. What is there to be afraid of, little master?"

"I am afraid only because you are with me!" The sweet smell of powder mixed with the fragrance of his daughter went straight into his nose, and Xuanzong said tremblingly.

Amitabha, no wonder Elder Fa Ming of Jinshan Temple always said that the women down the mountain are tigers.