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"Because of the fifteenth..." Yuan Cixian pondered for a while, pointing to the moon that had not yet disappeared in the sky, "The moon is relatively round."

Lu Shiqing sneered in his heart and said, "Just go, ask me what I'm doing."

She grabbed his arm with a smile: "I don't have a car."

“…”

Lu Shiqing's face turned darker. He thought she was here to ask for his advice.

He smiled and pulled his arm out of her hand: "My Lu family is barely covered with only one carriage, and now I want to take me to court."

*

Lu Shiqing, who was pulled to court by a carriage, was finally late. When he arrived at Xuanzheng Hall, Emperor Huining had already begun to listen to the court officials' memorials. He stood silently at the end of the team, just one behind Yuan Yu.

Unexpectedly, the saint was also very idle. Halfway through the news, he saw that he was late. He ignored the minister who was still talking and said with emotion: "Mr. Lu has been late for the first time in his seventh year of office."

When all the civil and military officials of the court heard this, they turned around to look at him.

Lu Shiqing's heart was bleeding. He wanted to reject Yuan Cixian just now, but she was so rude that she was so cruel that she thought that although it was not completely right, she would give her a ride, but it was still early anyway. As soon as he agreed, she was getting more and more frustrated. She actually said how could she visit Shaohe with empty hands, so she used the servants of the Lu family to make some breakfast.

When the snacks are released, I will take her to Wangji Temple, and it will be too late for him to fold the carriage.

He didn't care about the eyes of these people. What he cared about was that seven years of storm and rain were like a myth in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was about to go to court every day and had a stain on his life.

It is unbearable to be late for once, so it is better to be late tomorrow.

Lu Shiqing thought this in his heart, and he was about to leave and take the blame, but he saw Emperor Huining waved his hand and signaling that there was no need.

The official who was interrupted just now continued to make the memorial, but Yuan Yu could no longer stand, and kept facing the saint, raised his toes, leaned back a little, and whispered: "What are you doing!"

Knowing that he would not agree easily, Yuan Cixian left home and then reported it. The note left to him was concise and said that she had dreamed again, and dreaming that she would not live in the Lu Mansion these few days would cause death.

Yuan Yu was furious when he first saw the note this morning, but what could he do? What if he forced her to take her back and ruin her life?

But he was also a man after all. He knew how fatal his sister's beauty was to Lu Shiqing, so he was still worried about him. Especially when he saw that he was late for the first time, he didn't know where he had gone.

Lu Shiqing lowered his voice and replied: "I'll ask your good sister."

"What's wrong with her?"

He frowned, and was about to say something else, but suddenly heard an official with white eyebrows coughing, and then gave him a look of contempt and shamelessness. At the same time, Emperor Huining also asked: "Mr. Lu, according to your opinion, is this policy not possible?"

Lu Shiqing left without hesitation, glanced at the official who had just spoken, and nodded, "I think that although Yu Siye's strategy is good, it also contains bias. If you want to prescribe the right medicine and avoid the harm, you may have to discuss and consider it again."

Emperor Huining nodded frequently and said, "What Mr. Lu said is reasonable, and Yu Siye's policy will be rejected for the time being."

Seeing this, Yuan Yu really realized that Lu Shiqing had a good ability to use his mind and asked in a low voice, "What was Old Man Yu just saying?"

But he answered indifferently: "What the hell knows."

*

After Yuan Cixian arrived at the Wangji Temple, he asked the temple's man Shao and the princess where she was. He heard that the place where she practiced was a separate temple, but she would recite scriptures in the Main Hall early in the morning, so she went there.

As early as the second day after returning to Chang'an, she entered the palace to meet the saint, which showed that she was willing to forgive Zheng Yun's past and hoped that the saint could give her a look.

The old emperor had already felt guilty about Shaohe, and was so excited by Yuan Cixian that he was so happy that he praised her for being generous and agreed to this matter. However, it was not a good thing to take it back as soon as the sacred intention was issued. He said that he would be exempted from Shaohe's sins when the winter solstice of the twelfth lunar month and the world was pardoned.

Zheng Yun probably didn't know the news yet. When Yuan Cixian saw her, she felt her eyes were dim. She stood up from the cushion and smiled at her: "Why is the county lord here?"

A question was full of ups and downs, and there was no fireworks at all.

Yuan Cixian didn't want to play with her. Seeing that there was no one around, she said, "I know it was not yours. The saint promised me that the Winter Solstice will take you back."

Zheng Yun's face was silent and he didn't see any surprises. He just said, "I'm sorry, but it's pretty good here."

Yuan Cixian always felt that she was very depressed every time she talked to Zheng Yun, as if she was dealing with a person with a seventy-eighty and eighty-year-old man who had seen all the cold world. She smiled uneasy when she heard this, turned her mind, did some polite scenes, and asked her about her recent situation.

The two of them chatted for a while, and suddenly heard a steady sound of footsteps outside the hall.

When Yuan Cixian turned around, he saw Zheng Zhuo wearing a mysterious suit stepping into the gate of the Main Hall. He seemed a little surprised when he saw her, and then nodded to her and Zheng Yun to greet him.

She just borrowed Zheng Yun as a guise today, but in fact she came to find Zheng Zhuo. She was worried about where to look for him. Now she was relieved and said in surprise: "How come the Sixth Prince has to come to Wuji Temple?"

Zheng Zhuo smiled slightly: "It's not that I have time to have time, I can't come."

Yuan Cixian pretended to be enlightened: "Look at my memory." After that, he looked down at the food box in his hand, "I brought some breakfast to your lord. Since Your Highness is here, let's use it together."

Zheng Zhuo seemed not very familiar with Zheng Yun, a legitimate sister who was higher than him. She might as well be casual when she was alone with Yuan Cixian when she spoke, and said restraintly: "No, you can eat."

Zheng Yun didn't say anything polite.

Yuan Cixian was doing some tricks and hintingly, so he had to hint: "It's better to come early than to come by it. It just so happened that I brought the yam cake that Your Highness loves to eat today. Just eat a piece to fill your stomach."

Zheng Zhuo didn't like to eat yam cakes, and even if he liked to eat, it was not something Yuan Cixian would know. He immediately understood the truth, but he did not show it on his face and smiled and said, "Then I'm more respectful than obedience."

He reached out to get the pastry, and with her hint, he took away a piece of sticky stickers under the bottom, and then slowly hid the paper twist in the gap between his fingers.

At the same time, Yuan Cixian also turned her head to distract Zheng Yun and said to her: "Your Lord also take one?"

Zheng Yun did not take it, and looked up and said, "The county lord will go to the small room for breakfast."

Yuan Cixian glanced at Zheng Zhuo, and was convinced that he had received the news, so he went to the small room in the temple behind with Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun's steps rarely seemed a little impatient. When he arrived at the small room where Shentan burned, he turned around but returned to calm. After asking Yuan Cixian to sit down, he said nothing.

Yuan Cixian asked on his own initiative: "Do you have any private words to tell me?"

Zheng Yun smiled and asked, "The county lord is familiar with my sixth brother?"

"It's just a few encounters."

"Since that's the case, why should I borrow my name and come to see him specifically?"

Yuan Cixian had long expected that even if Zheng Yun guessed the real purpose of her trip, she would definitely think about the love between men and women, so she would not miss the big thing. He laughed and said, "Is your lord standing up for Mr. Lu now?"

Zheng Yun didn't say anything.

Yuan Cixian continued, "No need to think about him." She said, pointing to the food box in front of her, "This is the craft of the servants of the Lu family. You can try it. I'll leave first, and Minister Lu is coming down to pick me up."

A strange look appeared in Zheng Yun's eyes. Seeing her get up and leave, she quickly came back to her senses and called her: "Wait."

Yuan Cixian turned around and looked inquiring, but saw that her face was bleak. She smiled bitterly, but she didn't say for a long time. Finally, she just said: "It's cold and windy, so the county lord walks slowly."

She nodded and turned around and left. Zheng Yun looked at the path that disappeared in front of the temple gate and sighed. She just wanted to tell Yuan Cixian that this time, she would definitely not let Lu Shiqing down again, and no one would let Lu Shiqing down again.

*

Thanks to this word "slow", Yuan Cixian waited in the front hall for a long time before waiting for Lu Shiqing who came back from the court. In order not to attract attention, she did not look for Zheng Zhuo again, and there was no other maid next to her. She took it for a long time in the wind and complained as soon as she got into Lu Shiqing's carriage: "The saint dragged it? Why are you so slow?"

Lu Shiqing thought that he was already fast enough. After going to the court, even if he didn't have to go to Zichen Hall to serve Emperor Huining, he would be surrounded by a group of officials who wanted to trap him, or he would have encountered several ranks above him and come to find fault and pick things up.

Today is good. As soon as the saint talked about it, he just left. He turned around and stepped out of Xuanzheng Hall. He was behind him, and he called him like a string of purple, a string of red, and a string of green, and left as if he didn't hear it. In other words, when Yuan Yu caught up, he said a few more nonsense to him.

But he didn't want to tell her this, so she couldn't get carried away, so she said coldly: "Do you think I'm very idle?" After that, he knocked on the small table in front of her and signaled her to see it himself.

Yuan Cixian followed his fingers and looked down, and found that his pen was filled with Sanskrit words that she couldn't understand.

Oh, this is copying Buddhist scriptures to Xuan.

She subconsciously glanced at his belt and smiled embarrassedly: "I'll copy it for you. Anyway, it's all ghost-painted talismans, and I can't see the handwriting." As she said that, she turned over his paper and pen on his own, and then copied it according to the gourd.

Lu Shiqing thought that she was idle and was idle at first, but she didn't care about her at first. When she drew a piece of paper, she couldn't help it. She frowned and said, "Do you know that Sanskrit has a symmetry?"

Of course Yuan Cixian didn't know.

Lu Shiqing simply pulled back the pen from her hand and said, "Stop talking, I'm upset."

Yuan Cixian curled her lips: "You are also a scholar. How can you deprive a person of ambition to study? I don't know, just teach me!" After saying that, he said temptingly, "The kind of teaching you step by step..."
Chapter completed!