The moon comes to take pictures

The next day, as usual, was a reception banquet.

Because he was an envoy from the palace, Chang Xi accepted the host and held a banquet at the waterside pavilion in the back garden.

Except for some prominent eunuchs, the rest are the backbone of the yamen, all of them are of a certain age, and the very stylish ones have a beard hanging down their chests.The eunuchs had bare chins and were too lazy to chat with them. The two groups of people didn't even use the same way to enter the door. They each held their robes, talking and laughing, for fear that their voices on one side would be lower than those on the other.

It is still the familiar scene, a flying bridge directly connected to a clever pavilion in the center of the green lake, inside the Qiansha palace lanterns are burning brightly, smoky, and there are Xiaodan performing arts in it.

In a blink of an eye, the center of the lake changed its tune, playing a Wannianhuan flute, the lake lights and shadows, scattered drumbeats and Yuan Junyu came out.Today, he is wearing a straight gown with eight auspicious patterns, with cross-stitched flowers on the neckline, and a jade lotus crown, holding a wishful wish in his hand, and he comes out of the world lightly.

Tonight, Chang Xi Cui Zhu and others came to accompany them. When the officials at the table saw Yuan Junyu, they all laughed and held up cups to pay homage to His Royal Highness. In an instant, the sound of drumming reached Xiao Han, and the torches were instantly ignited With that, the lake waves muddy the figures of Chuchu, and laughter erupted in the small pavilion by the water.

Ning Yuquan came on behalf of the old Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry. He sat in the table, spoke auspicious words absently, and held up a golden cup, drinking one cup at a time.

The table was full of dishes, but I couldn't eat it, not for anything else, it was extremely embarrassing.Among the officials who attended the banquet together, some knew a little about the inside story, and looked at him sympathetically, but didn't say anything, just kept persuading him to drink.

The table in front is Yuan Junyu's seat, and there are several people surrounding it at the moment, among them is a Taoist surnamed Wu, who is showing him a tall eighteen-petal gold wine glass.

Yuan Junyu might be a little drunk, and his eyelids were stained with peach blossoms. He lazily clamped a thin foot in the middle with his fingers, knocked and snuggled into his ear, and said with a smile while listening, "This is good." I don't know if it was Ning Yuquan's illusion, but Yuan Junyu looked this way, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Servant Ning."

It seems that it is not an illusion, Yuan Junyu really called him.

The little eunuch next to him came to refill the wine with a smile: "Master Minister, what are you doing? His Royal Highness is calling you!"

Originally mixed among colleagues, he could still be Mr. Dong Guo, but now, he couldn't escape.Ning Yuquan stood up, walked to the table, and said a few polite words.

"Today's banquet is not to the taste of Minister Ning?" After finishing speaking, several young eunuchs looked at him.

"No." Ning Yuquan's heart trembled, "Yes... he was thinking about household chores, so he was a little distracted."

"Oh?" Yuan Junyu rolled his eyes and said, "I heard that brother Ling suffered from the wind and cold a few days ago."

Ning Yuquan looked flattered: "Thank you for your concern, my son, my younger brother is taken care of by his family, and I prescribed some decoctions. It's not a serious problem."

"That's good," Yuan Junyu sighed softly, playing with the tall gold cup, "After all, we always have something to say."

When he said that, Ning Yuquan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.After a while, Yuan Junyu woke up for a while, and said again: "I really like the garden at Shilang Ning's house."

Is this to be a guest, or something else?Ning Yuquan had no choice but to say: "The prince loves you... If the prince wants to, Xiaoyuan will always be there for you."

"Okay." Yuan Junyu was really drunk, her peach-blossom eyelids were in an intoxicating lazy state, "then tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to the house to pay a visit."

Uncle Loyalty obeys his word, at least on the point of going to the Cardamom Pavilion, he keeps his word.

In the early morning of the next day, the post arrived before the sedan chair. A famous post with vermilion sprinkled with gold, and a poem of paying homage was written in a flying and phoenix dance. The calligraphy was not written by the husband. Yes, I can't help but secretly praise it.

Not to mention it, Ning Yuquan was a little bit afraid, he asked someone to coax his younger brother to burn incense in the temple in advance, because he was afraid that the two of them would meet in a while, and there would be some quarrel, that's okay!

Right now, everything is ready, just waiting for Shizi's sedan chair to arrive home.

After Maoshi, a soft sedan chair was wobbled and carried across the small arch bridge. Ning Yuquan guessed that his younger brother was already in the temple at this time, and he would not be able to come back for a while.

When the sedan chair landed, Ning Yuquan was prepared to prevaricate, and when he passed by, he found that the person who carried the sedan chair hadn't even pressed the sedan chair, and was lifting the front door curtain, leaning in very impolitely.

Ning Yuquan frowned: "This, this is—"

"Oh, Minister Ning, it's not a coincidence." The person who followed smiled apologetically: "The son of the world did not come, but he followed the meeting ceremony."

"Why didn't you come?"

"I was going to come," the man explained, turning his head to ask someone to fetch the things in the long brocade box. "Before leaving the door, the son was restless and felt a little unwell, so he went to the temple to worship Buddha and brought some I wish to go."

The box was opened, and it was a jade-carved immortal cup. Ning Yuquan didn't reach out to take it, but felt his whole body stiff, and stammered, "May I ask your Excellency, which temple is it?"

The man smiled, and handed the things to the servants of the Ning family who were standing on the side: "The most spiritual one in Nanjing, Lanquan Temple."

Ning Yuquan had a taut smile on his face, and a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He took precautions against everything, but in the end he ran into——

A small car was parked at the foot of the mountain, and across the mountain road, there was a faint sound of bells and chimes.

In Lanquan Temple, incense is very strong.The incense sticks in the big incense cauldron in front of the main hall were too late to clean up, they were densely packed in the sand, and the remaining smoke lingered in the sky.

Yuan Junyu can be regarded as revisiting his old place, but this time is different from the past, two monks accompanied him on both sides, and greeted him all the way to the mountain gate.The layout of the temple is not much different from that of a garden, with cascading corridors, scattered stone temples, and the green moss that grows in spring is glowing with oily green. From the corridors of the side halls, the line of sight goes all the way to the corner. This is where the monastery is.

Yuan Junyu walked around the main hall hastily, ordered people to bring offerings, then waved the attendants back, and walked towards the moss steps of the side hall.

Sure enough, there was a little monk sweeping the floor there.

"Master Mingjing."

The little bald head raised his eyes, very familiar: "Ah, Master Yuan."

"Pine nut candy." Yuan Junyu laughed.

Mingjing chuckled, threw down the broom, and put away the pine nut candy with both hands: "Benefactor Yuan, are you free today? It's for..."

Yuan Junyu leaned over slightly, and touched Mingjing's head: "Young master of the Ning family, which hall is he in?"

"Let's go to listen to the scriptures. The teacher in the lecture hall has a scripture class today, and it is about to start." Xiao Mingjing pointed him to a place to go: "Master Yuan, go there quickly, maybe you can talk a few words."

There are many Buddhist halls in the temple, and there are staggered steps. It is indeed a step-by-step scene.Yuan Junyu searched for a while before finding the lecture hall.The flags fluttering, and the vermilion and colorful sutra tents are mostly gifts from rich and noble families.Only a few people outside were entering, and it was probably about to start.

When he came back to his senses, a boy in his teens came out talking and laughing. As soon as the two met, the atmosphere froze.The accompanying monk was very winking, took a step back quietly, said something, and then turned to the back of the sutra curtain.

"You—" Yuan Junyu went up to the stone platform of the scripture hall, thinking that he would come over, said something reprimanding, and punched him twice to relieve his anger.Maybe it was because he heard the news that he was the eldest son of Zhongyi Bo. Ning Ruichen looked at him, as if he had thousands of questions on his lips, but in the end he turned around and closed the door cruelly.

There were a lot of people inside, the monk's scarlet cassock shook, and an old voice asked, "Benefactor, there are still some seats in the lecture hall, why is the door closed?"

Ning Ruichen's voice was vague: "He, he doesn't like..."

The monk froze for a moment, then retreated quietly: "Amitabha..."

Inside stomped lightly.

Even across a door, Yuan Junyu could still think of his depressed appearance.

"It's fine if you don't open the door, but now we have to be separated by a door to talk properly." Yuan Junyu thought for a while, then moved closer, and put his palm on the shell of the door lattice, "In a few days, I will We are about to set off northward, will you..."

He wanted to say something like "Will you miss me", but in the end he felt weird and abrupt, and changed the topic to: "What do you want me to bring?"

"I think..." There was a very hopeful tone coming from the door, but it stopped abruptly, pretending to be cold: "I don't lack anything."

Yuan Junyu looked sad, and when he became gloomy, it was really heart-wrenching, and he said like he sighed three times: "If you don't like it, that's fine."

There was an annoyed "hmm" inside.

"I'm going to the capital this time. I don't know when I will be able to return. Before I leave, it is worthwhile to say a few words to you. In the future..."

The person inside moved, probably turned to face him.

"after?"

Yuan Junyu's voice gradually lowered: "In the future, if you don't want to see each other again, we will be strangers. When we see each other occasionally, we can say a few words. It's a hundred times better than being enemies."

Inside murmured: "You are His Royal Highness, what do you want to do, isn't it just a matter of one sentence?"

"If this sentence goes on, will it just make you hate me?"

Ning Ruichen was silent for a while, and then put his hand on it: "You are the prince... I am not angry with you long ago."

Yuan Junyu knew that he would take this set, and said in that sad tone: "Who am I?"

"Brother Yu—" Ning Ruichen snorted softly, "I'll pay you for your Guanyin statue, okay?"

This is not a decent reconciliation, Ning Ruichen muttered, and said again: "You are back, can we still play together?"

Yuan Junyu slightly bent the corner of his mouth: "I will build a mansion in the future, and you can come to my place every day."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, let's pull our fingers."

"It's a child's thing, I don't..."

The door was still opened, but it only showed him a slit the width of a fist. Inside was a pair of flattering upturned eyes. As if he didn't quite believe him, he stared straight at him for a long time before reluctantly stretching out a pair of eyes. A little finger, followed by a white wrist wrapped with Buddhist beads, that pampered pink nail slightly hooked up and touched his little finger.

Yuan Junyu said "hmm", and gently hooked her fingers.

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