The county horse is a medicine jar

After going to the Ningxiang Building together that day, Lin Sishen stayed in the mansion honestly for three days. During these three days, she didn't leave the gate and did not leave the house.

Seeing this, General Lin couldn't say anything, so he still told her to accompany the princess as often as possible.

Lin Sishen had already realized that Shen Qinghou was more intelligent and scheming than she could have imagined in the two previous encounters.

Such a woman is the most dangerous for her, if she accidentally shows her feet, she will be caught.

So Lin Sishen avoided Shen Qingwan.

However, the old lady and General Lin are eager to let them get along more, so as to cultivate and cultivate their relationship before they get married.

Seeing that it is the Buddha Bathing Festival on the eighth day of April, the old lady would go to Xichen Temple in Songshan to worship Buddha at this time every year.

The old lady is pious, and goes there in person every year, and prepares early before the time comes.But this year was different, she actually claimed that her legs hurt and she couldn't walk, so she asked Lin Sishen to go to Xichen Temple to worship Buddha for her.

Early in the morning, Lin Sishen was driven into the carriage by the old lady. She was propping her forehead to sleep, when she suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance, she lazily raised her eyelids and glanced at the carriage curtain.

Shen Qinghou, who was dressed in white and looked cold, walked slowly into the carriage with the help of her maid Lan Qing.

Really afraid of something, Lin Sishen's drowsiness was scared away in an instant, she sat up straight and coughed lightly, and asked tentatively: "The princess wants it?"

Shen Qinghou's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were as cold as autumn water, and he glanced at Lin Sishen lightly.

Lan Qing, who was at the side, couldn't help but rolled her eyes when she saw her there, and replied with a soft snort, "My county chief went to Xichen Temple to ask for a peace talisman for the prince."

Lin Sishen gathered his loose robe, with a slightly stiff smile on his face: "I see."

No wonder grandma insisted on her going to pay respects to the Buddha today, but it turned out that it was because Shen Qingwan was going too that she brought them together.

Shen Qinghou looked at Lin Sishen's deliberately avoiding eyes, and sighed lightly with the corner of his lips curled up, "Mr. Lin doesn't seem to like Qinghou?"

Lin Sishen coughed when she heard the words, and murmured in her heart, where she was not happy, she was clearly afraid.

She sneered and explained: "How could it be? Sishen is just a rough person, he speaks and does things inappropriately, I'm afraid he will offend the princess."

Shen Qinghou lowered his eyes and smiled, although his tone was cold, he could still hear a hint of joking in it: "You and I will be a family in the future, why should Mr. Lin see outsiders."

She brought up the marriage contract again and again, clearly seeing that Lin Sishen didn't want to marry her and deliberately teased her.

Lin Sishen snorted coldly in her heart, that Shen Qinghou liked this, so she would go all out to see who could win the fight.

Thinking of this, she chuckled, leaned closer to Shen Qinghou, and blew at her pretending to be frivolous: "What the princess said is, since you and I will be a family in the future, then I don't have to stick to it." In terms of etiquette."

Shen Qinghou looked at her sideways with a half smile, not a smile, she didn't seem to show any displeasure, but looked directly into her eyes with interest.

On the other hand, Lan Qing, who was at the side, saw Lin Sishen approaching Shen Qinghou, looked at her vigilantly, and quickly reprimanded: "Lin Sishen, you are so brave, how dare you belittle the princess."

Lin Sishen smiled secretly, raising his eyebrows and winking at Shen Qinghou: "Miss Lan Qing, the princess and I are a fiancé couple, how can we be considered frivolous. Princess, you think so."

As she spoke, she got closer to Shen Qinghou, and one hand even circled behind Shen Qinghou's body and pressed it on the carriage beside her.

It looked as if Shen Qinghou was half-circled into his arms.

Lin Sishen was slightly distracted by the beauty of the face that was close at hand, and she took the opportunity to look at Shen Qinghou's face carefully.

On the soft and fair skin like suet jade, there are blue-white willow eyebrows, white teeth and red lips, and those deep valley-like eyes.

The person in front of him is like a cold fairy in the moon palace, making people afraid to have any obscenities.

There is also the light fragrance of her body that floats into the nostrils, which is clear and light.

Women in the capital like to go to the rouge shop to buy some face powder, and apply it on their bodies to make themselves fragrant.But those strong fragrances always made Lin Sishen feel pungent.

But Shen Qinghou was different, the fragrance on her body could only be smelled by getting closer.Not only is it not annoying, but it is fascinating.

Shen Qinghou slightly turned his head to look at Lin Sishen beside him, obviously he should be displeased, but his expression was still full of smile and indifference, making people unable to see his happiness or anger, and he didn't open his mouth to reprimand Lin Sishen for being rude.

Lin Sishen maintained this posture for a long time before feeling a little guilty under Shen Qinghou's cold eyes.

Her frivolous provocation was like a punch on the soft cotton, coupled with the burning eyes of Lan Qing, she felt a little embarrassed in her heart, but she didn't want to stop so quickly.

After a stalemate for a while, Shen Qinghou slowly lowered her eyes, her long and slightly curly eyelashes trembling slightly, she asked coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

"No." Lin Sishen continued to flirt without fear of death. Seeing Shen Qinghou's expression turned a little cold, she coughed lightly and withdrew her hand and stepped back, regretting, "But my hands are numb."

Although Lin Sishen wanted to make Shen Qinghou angry, he still had to be careful.

After that, along the way, the two lived in peace.

Lin Sishen leaned against the car window and fell asleep after a while.

When she woke up, the carriage had already stopped outside Xichen Temple, and she was the only one in the carriage.

She opened the curtain of the car and went out, the coachman who was watching her saw her, and hurriedly replied: "The princess and Miss Lanqing went to the Buddhist hall first, and said that if the young master wakes up, you can go to the Buddhist hall to find them first. "

Lin Sishen nodded, jumped off the carriage and stretched himself.

Today is the Buddha Bathing Festival, many devotees gathered in front of Xichen Temple to participate in today's puja, Lin Sishen glanced at it casually and felt a headache, the hall in front of him was almost full of pilgrims who worshiped the Buddha.

Seeing the crowds, Lin Sishen was not in a hurry to squeeze in, but walked around the Buddhist hall to find a quieter backyard.

The backyard of Xichen Temple is not open to pilgrims, so there are no other people in it. Lin Sishen originally wanted to walk around to treat fewer people, and then go back.

But when she passed by the backyard, she glanced casually, and saw a man in black guarding the door of a side room in the courtyard, looking around vigilantly.

He carried a long sword on his back, and he was not from Xichen Temple at first glance.

Lin Sishen was a little puzzled, there were no monks guarding the backyard of Xichen Temple, but an unidentified man in black, which was a bit weird.

Who is in this room?

Driven by curiosity, Lin Sishen walked around the backyard and quietly turned into a hidden corner from outside the fence. She avoided the sight of the man in black, and slowly approached the wooden window on one side of the wing.

The wooden window was closed tightly, and the people inside could not be seen clearly, but a small chatter could be vaguely heard.

"How are things going?"

When a cold and slightly familiar voice came, Lin Sishen was startled, and couldn't help but gasp, the voice was extremely similar to Shen Qinghou's.

No, I'm afraid this is Shen Qingwan's voice.

In the room, after Shen Qingwan's questioning, a man lowered his voice and replied respectfully: "I'm afraid there are still some twists and turns."

Lin Sishen, who was hiding outside the window and eavesdropping, started beating wildly. It seemed that she accidentally broke into a place she shouldn't be, and overheard something she shouldn't have heard.

Shen Qinghou, who was supposed to be in the Buddhist hall, was actually having a secret conversation with a man in the quiet backyard of the temple.

Lin Sishen clenched his fists, suppressed the inexplicable impatience in his heart, and continued to listen to the conversation inside.

"Tell General Wen, don't startle the snake."

"I still have something unclear, I need to ask..."

After the two talked for a few words, the man's voice suddenly stopped, and even the sound of breathing disappeared together.

Just when Lin Sishen wondered if he had been discovered, Shen Qinghou said coldly in the room: "Who is it?"

At the same time, a silver needle contained dark energy, pierced through the thick wooden window, and came straight to Lin Sishen's chest.

Fortunately, Lin Sishen sensed something was wrong in time, and turned sideways to avoid the silver needle in advance.

But when the silver needle passed by, it pierced through the corner of her clothes and nailed into the high wall behind her.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Sishen tapped his toes lightly, used the vertical ladder from the courtyard, leaped lightly, and turned over from the high wall.

The wooden window was pushed open abruptly, a tall, thin middle-aged man in black, with a stern expression, poked his head out, and happened to see the corner of the white clothes flashing past on the high wall.

He turned his head and hurriedly replied: "Princess, he ran away."

After a few breaths, Shen Qinghou's face loomed from the window, her expression was cold, her eyes were as cold as cold stars.

She lightly parted her red lips, and ordered mercilessly: "Kill."

Just one word can send chills all over the body.

Hearing the words, the man in black leaped, also turned over from the high wall, and chased in the direction where Lin Sishen was fleeing.

Shen Qinghou looked at the empty courtyard, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the silver needle nailed to the wall, with a strand of crystal white silk thread hanging from the tip of the needle.

It was just an inconspicuous piece of velvet, but she frowned slightly and looked at it for a while.