Yuan Shoushi looked back at Wanrong who came in carrying a bamboo basket, with a smile on his face.
“What is it??”
Wanrong put down the bamboo basket in her hand and leaned over. The fragrance of the girl hit her, which made Yuan Shoushi fascinated for a moment. He couldn't help but take a sip, and suddenly felt dizzy.
He was so dazed that he almost sat down on the ground. Fortunately, he woke up quickly, otherwise he would have been very embarrassed. Yuan Shoushi calmed down and did not dare to look at Wanrong again. He quickly changed the subject and said: "This is called Qian Mo, but it's not
The mold used to make money is the mold used by the common people to paint yellow frames."
"I thought it was something. Isn't it just a wooden mold? How come you are sitting here with a sad face? I haven't seen you looking for me in the past few days."
Wanrong covered her mouth and smiled softly.
When Yuan Shoushi heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "How can it be so simple? This thing has been destroyed. It is not difficult to repair it, but it will be difficult because there is no material."
"Humph, I don't believe there are any rare treasures in the world in Ziwei City. I can't even find a piece of repaired wood??"
Wanrong said unconvinced.
This is not an exaggeration. It is the residence of a saint, and all nations come to court. Every year, countless rare treasures are brought into the palace. If there is only one stone in the world's wealth, I am afraid that this Ziwei Palace will monopolize eight buckets.
"It's not a precious thing, but it's a rare thing. What I want is a piece of gloomy wood turned from acacia wood."
"Pfft, I thought it was something. This thing is rare, but it's not a precious treasure. I'll ask my sisters in the palace when I go back and ask you if I have one. I'll lend you a piece."
Yuan Shoushi perked up after hearing this, but then his face changed drastically: "You must never steal the palace's property privately. At the least, you may be exiled, and at worst, you may be beheaded! Just as you must never do such a stupid thing."
Seeing Yuan Shoushi being so serious, Wanrong felt warm in her heart: "Don't worry, the palace has its own rules, but it's not without flexibility. I have a sense of propriety."
After saying that, before Yuan Shoushi could refuse, Wanrong took his hand and walked aside, took out the food in the basket and put it on the table: "Eat quickly, these are all meals cooked by me myself."
"Uh-huh!!"
Yuan Shoushi smiled when he looked at the food. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, eating it with gusto.
"It's so delicious. If you leave the palace in the future, I will eat your food every day."
As if startled, the smile on his face gradually dimmed. He looked at the magpie on the tree outside the door, and looked at the sky outside longingly: "Okay, if we wait until that day, we will find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and buy two acres."
I will use the land to raise geese and grow vegetables, and I will cook for you every day."
Yuan Shoushi didn't notice anything wrong and just said: "That's really great."
"Oh, by the way! The Crown Prince has composed a new poem, did you know??"
Wan Ru seemed not to want to talk more about this topic, so he immediately interrupted and mentioned Xu Tong's poem: "I wanted to lean against the green window to accompany my dear, but regretted that I had gone astray in this life. I had the intention to go to the forest with a begging bowl, but I was disappointed with the beauty."
Like a cuckoo, she was leaning against the door frame, and the sunlight shone on her black hair. Yuan Shoushi didn't know poetry. He was just a carpenter, but when he turned around and saw Wanyu by the door, his eyes suddenly blurred.
Got up.
I don't know how long it took before Wanru came back to her senses. When she saw Yuan Shoushi looking at her dreamily, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile: "Idiot!"
After that, he went out and said, "I'll come back to find you in a few days!"
Listening to Wanru's voice, Yuan Shoushi was holding the bowls and chopsticks alone, and then smiled stupidly for a moment: "Okay, I'll wait for you, wait for you forever..."
"Master, what is the most beautiful love??"
"The most beautiful things make you laugh uncontrollably when you think about them."
"Master, you said I am so beautiful, why do I always meet those unfaithful men?"
"When the flowers bloom, they attract butterflies and bees, but occasionally they also attract flies."
In the Tanhua Building, Xu Tong has been here drunk and dreaming for almost three days. He is dressed in a red cassock and looks nondescript, but he has become the focus of the scene.
The girls rushed forward one after another, saying they wanted to get the scriptures, but Xu Tong didn't know if the scriptures they were talking about were what he thought.
Nowadays, everyone in the huge city of Luoyang knows that the crown prince Li Zheng is also known by another name, Love Monk.
Prince Gong, a relative of the emperor, a contemporary poet, plus the title of an infatuated monk. These titles are blessed on a person. Just hearing his name, you can feel the heavy story behind it.
And this is exactly what boys and girls love most.
As a result, in the past three days, the price of flower words outside Tanhua Building has increased several times, but it is still difficult to find a word, and the threshold of Tanhua Building is about to be trampled to pieces.
There were even women who disguised themselves as men and sneaked in just to see what the love monk looked like.
The happiest people are the boss of Tanhualou and the great monk Yuanzi.
The former got a cramp in his hand from making money, while the latter was laughing from ear to ear when he saw Buddhism's increased luck.
With the strength of the wine, Xu Tong waved his cassock and walked towards the door, shouting: "I would like to transform into a stone bridge!"
The high-pitched shouts made everyone in Tanhua Tower quiet down. They silently looked at the prince's slightly red eyes, with tears shining in his hazy eyes. He looked at the girl in front of him with a gentle voice: "Shou Wu.
After hundreds of years of wind and rain, I just hope that one day she can walk across the bridge."
A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.
In an instant, the girl in front of her went completely blank, and she almost passed out from happiness.
These touching words of love aroused a burst of sadness in the hearts of those girls, as if they had seen the crown prince and that girl's unparalleled love.
But after saying this, Xu Tong lay on the ground and fell asleep.
If Guo Yi hadn't picked up Xu Tong quickly and ran away, the girls behind him, whose eyes were glowing green, would have probably rushed up and eaten the hot topic alive.
Only when Guo Yi loaded Xu Tong onto the carriage, waved his riding whip, and drove away did the girls who had chased him out the door tearfully bid farewell.
"Drive! Drive!!"
The carriage was speeding on the street, and soon I heard Xu Tong's voice coming from the carriage: "Slow down, slow down, I'm almost knocked unconscious."
Hearing this, Guo Yi pulled the reins to slow down the carriage. He opened the curtain with his fingers and took a look. He saw that Xu Tong had taken off his cassock and his eyes were clear. He didn't look as drunk and crazy as before.
Seeing this, Guo Yi was not surprised at all. After all, the prince's strength was far superior to his own, so how could he be drunk with just a few jars of Huangliang wine.
"Your Majesty, the saint asked you to compose a poem, so you compose a poem, why bother yourself so much??"
Guo Yi expressed his doubts.
In front of a straight man like him, it was obviously impossible to understand Xu Tong's actions.
"Do you know what it means to manage a character? You just rely on copying...to compose poems. Monk Yuanzi has one today and will ask for it tomorrow. But after I have managed the character, I will be a walking spokesperson. If I don't compose poems, I can just lie down."
It can have an effect.”
Xu Tong rolled his eyes at him. Besides, he didn't find this job hard at all. Isn't that the fun of acting?
"Don't understand? I just feel so weird."
Guo Yi followed Xu Tong from Shu to Luoyang.
Naturally, he knew in his heart that his eldest son should not talk about love and love, because the prince was afraid that this unlucky son would do something to deceive his father, so he had always strictly disciplined him. He had never even entered a brothel before Luoyang, so where could any love come from?
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Seeing the confusion in Guo Yi's heart, Xu Tong shook his head and took out the hookah pipe from the props book, put it to his mouth in a leisurely manner and started smoking.
"When I was very young, I met a charlatan who liked to arrange things that were not available but many people believed in him.
Later he told me that the biggest problem people have is that they like to indulge in their own emotions.
It doesn’t matter what I say, it doesn’t matter whether I have a story, they have already thought of the story for me, do you understand?”
Guo Yi still shook his head.
Seeing that he didn't understand, Xu Tong could only change his explanation: "This world is actually very bitter. Sometimes I know it's false, but I'm willing to believe it. It's just to comfort myself."
"oh!!"
When Guo Yi heard this, he immediately understood. He turned around and muttered to himself, "Isn't this the same as my erotic dream?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
In this volume, only the Xuantan Dharma Assembly is left. This section of the story is about to come to an end. I will take a day off tomorrow and let me sort out my thoughts.
