Imposter Queen

After the short episode just now, Murong Xilin became depressed, Xuanyuan Hao looked at him worriedly, a pair of thin silver eyes were condensed, shining with a light of wisdom, this is a knot in the heart, not resolved in time Well, he couldn't be happy for a long time.

"Lin Lin, what are you thinking about?" He held his hand, with a doting smile on his face, not paying attention to the strange eyes cast by more and more passers-by.

"Master..." The thin lips opened slightly, and then he lowered his eyes, and suddenly became silent. He knew that Xuanyuan Hao was worried about him now, but since he didn't know what to say, then he should not speak.

The two remained silent like this, and Xuanyuan Hao didn't feel any discomfort, but he was going to take it to Pudu Temple consciously or unconsciously. Heart disease needs heart medicine. Since there is a lottery in this world, there must be a lottery .

Seeing the porcelain statue of Songzi Guanyin standing on the hall, Murong Xilin was in a trance. When he came, he kept saying that he would come here to worship and make a wish, but now, he couldn't help but have such thoughts. Are these believable?He is willing to believe in the good, but he is unwilling to believe in the bad.

"Master, this is..." He looked at Xuanyuan Hao puzzled, he thought that after the fortune-telling incident just now, he thought that he would be the same as him, and he didn't want to step into this temple again.

"Hush——" The slender fingers gently covered his slightly parted pink lips, and let him kneel with him on the wooden floor for meditation, put his palms together in front of his chest, slightly closed his eyes, and said Say something:

"Xuanyuan Hao, the ninth generation son of my Great Zhou Dynasty, begged the empress of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva to let Lin'er come safely. I would like to help the suffering beings and accumulate goodness like water. I only wish..."

Murong Xilin looked sideways, watching Xuanyuan Hao piously praying, his two beautiful lips opened and closed, and the broken hair on his temples drifted in the wind, half-hiding his cheeks, adding a bit of softness to the exquisite knife-cut outline. The aesthetic feeling is less harsh than usual, more elegant, and more breathtaking.

"Ahem——Is the master good-looking?"

Murong Xilin, who was stupefied, came back to his senses, saw Xuanyuan Hao smiling, his fair face was covered with a few red clouds, he was so ashamed for a moment, he could only nod his head in a daze.

"When I go back, I'll just sit still and let you watch as much as I want. There are too many people now, and I'm shy." Xuanyuan Hao winked, and that half-smile expression looked like Murong Xilin's? "Just when Murong Xilin was in distress, a monk with the appearance of a mage came over, holding the lottery tube in one hand, and put the other on his chin, and asked.

"Thank you master, let's leave without drawing lots." After what happened just now, Murong Xilin no longer wants to do fortune-telling and drawing lots. In fact, it's not so much that he doesn't want to. No more bad predictions.

"Draw it, maybe it will be a good lottery. Believe me, the quacks outside are all out to cheat money. Let the master do the calculation again for us to drive away the bad luck." Holding Murong Xilin's hand, Xuanyuan Hao gave encouraged.

"Okay, master, I'm sorry to trouble you." Xuanyuan Hao is right. Most of the quacks outside are cheating money, but he can't do it if he really doesn't care, so if he can smoke now If you get a good lottery, maybe you won't be so suspicious.

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After coming out of Pudu Temple, Murong Xilin's mood suddenly became brighter. Just now, he got a lottery, the best lottery!The master said that as long as he has a strong mind and accumulates Yin virtues, he will achieve success! ! !

"Are you happy?" Seeing the joyful smile on Murong Xilin's face along the way, he suddenly felt that everything he did was worthwhile. Perhaps deceiving the gods would be punished as people said, but That doesn't matter, as long as the person in front of him is happy, it's fine for him to suffer a little.

"happy!"

"If you're happy, just call yourself 'Xianggong' to listen to it." He has called himself "Xianggong" three times in front of outsiders, but he has never called himself a serious one. He wants to hear himself called "Xianggong" affectionately. think.

"Don't be ashamed——" Facing such hot eyes, Murong Xilin was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to respond. This is a street full of people coming and going. When his eyes dodged, he happened to hold back inadvertently to a nearby street. So he pretended to be calm and pointed at the small noodle stall, and said with an 'arrogance': "I want to eat noodles!"

Knowing that there is no way to realize his wish now, Xuanyuan Hao smiled indifferently, and agreed, it’s okay, he will work hard when he goes back, if not tonight, then tomorrow night, or the day after tomorrow night, they have plenty of time, he can Grind slowly, and one day your wish will come true.

He has been upstairs many times, but it is the first time to eat at a street food stall. Facing the oil stains that the boss has not wiped clean, Xuanyuan Hao has a feeling of saying no. A complex taste.In fact, Murong Xilin also found it inconceivable that the majestic emperor of a country would drag him to a street stall to sit and wait for noodles. If people found out, those dedicated ministers would not know how long they would gossip.In fact, even for himself, this kind of memory is very rare, even if there is, it is all before the age of six, and it is already blurred by now.

"Two gentlemen, here are two bowls of beef noodles—please use slowly—"

Following the yelling of the boss, two steaming bowls of beef ramen were brought up. Although it was "beef" ramen, there was no trace of meat grains. The Yangchun noodles that the two of them had eaten at the 'Xilaizhuang' restaurant, but they didn't know if the taste was as good as the Yangchun noodles of Xilaizhuang restaurant.

Murong Xilin hesitated, but still pushed a bowl of noodles in front of Xuanyuan Hao, although he himself looked hard to swallow, but the master was looking at them two eagerly, if they don't eat, then Master will be very disappointed.

He took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table for him, and took out a pair of chopsticks himself. After flicking a few times in the bowl, he finally made up his mind to send a milky white noodle to his mouth. People with a sense of taste, otherwise they will definitely not find it delicious, so how much salt did the master put in!

"My lord, how is it? Is it delicious?" As if he didn't notice Murong Xilin's frown, the master stepped forward and asked courteously. He received Xuanyuan Hao's cold stare, and suddenly felt that he might have really offended him, so he scratched his right hand helplessly. Scratching his head, he laughed apologetically.

He is just a person who works hard to make a living! ...Thinking of this, Murong Xilin didn't tell the truth, "Master, it's delicious, you made it very well!"

"Really?! Really?! Hehe, I have to tell my family the good news when I close the stall. I can earn money, I can really earn money to support my family, and I am no longer that useless person. !..."

The person who received the praise seemed particularly excited. Only then did Murong Xilin notice that he and Xuanyuan Hao were the only customers in the small noodle stall composed of four tables and several benches. No wonder the stall owner cared so much about their opinions. .

"Boss, you didn't just open the stall today, did you?" Although it was doubtful, Xuanyuan Hao asked with certainty.

"Young master, how do you know?!" The boss was surprised, these two young masters didn't look like locals, how could they know..."Hehe, I'm clumsy, I fail in whatever I do, it's just that my guy doesn't dislike me I, have always supported me, that's why I kept persevering, and now finally!...Finally!!..." As he spoke, the boss actually wiped away his tears.

"Magical hiss—" the boss raised his eyes in astonishment, and saw that all the noodles and porcelain bowls he had made so hard were spilled on the ground, and immediately frowned in distress.

"I'm sorry, boss, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry..." Murong Xilin kept apologizing, and the boss looked better, but he couldn't say anything about giving another bowl as a gift. The money for the noodle stall was still collected by his family, so he couldn't save face like before, but because of his hesitation, Xuanyuan Hao spoke.

"Boss, have another bowl."

"Okay, okay!..."

The hot beef noodles were served quickly. This time, Xuanyuan Hao and Murong Xilin were not picky anymore. They drank the two bowls of noodles with soup. After that, every Mid-Autumn Festival, they They will remember that they once ate the most delicious beef ramen at a small noodle stand during the Mid-Autumn Festival one year, and they will always remember that the person sitting opposite them is each other's most beloved person.

"Boss, here's the money." The two satiated and got up to pay the bill and prepare to leave.

"Huh?" The stall owner at the other side counted the copper coins in his hand, and stared at Murong Xilin who handed the money to him suspiciously: "Master, you gave too much."

"A bowl of noodles is two renminbi, and three bowls is six renminbi, so it is just right for me to give you nine renminbi." Murong Xilin explained with a calm face: "I just dropped the bowl of noodles just now, and of course it is up to us." Come and pay the bill."

"...Thank you son, thank you, you are really good people, good people will definitely be rewarded!" Thank the boss gratefully, and carefully put the money into the purse that he carried with him. Although the purse is old, it will not hinder you It's exquisite, the person who embroidered this purse must have put a lot of thought into it.

"Master, why do you suddenly look at Lin Lin like this?" He walked out of the noodle stall.Murong Xilin had been suffering under Xuanyuan Hao's scorching gaze, and he couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped to ask him.

"Ahem—hehe—it's just that I suddenly felt that Lin Lin was very good-looking, so I couldn't help but read more." Xuanyuan Hao was also honest, and answered Murong Xilin's question honestly, but instead made a fuss. The speaker shyly moved his eyes away, but inadvertently glanced at the dark place on the left. The black shadow that suddenly flashed in his eyes made him startled. Those people——

A black shadow seemed to sense his gaze, and he looked back. His dark and bewitching eyes had a charming smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked very much like someone. Murong Xilin just wanted to ask Xuanyuan Hao to look at him, but he didn't At this moment, the black shadow quickly turned around, and entered a resplendent restaurant in front of him like a shadow of wind.