After a while, Lingxi walked up to Leng Xuan in frustration and lowered her hands. She had never felt that she was such a failure. When she saw Lingxi for the first time, Leng Xuan hurriedly turned away, holding her stomach, holding back her desire.
Hilarious impulse.
I saw that the hairpin on Lingxi's head was tilted and shaky, and her hair was a little spread out. It must be because she kept lowering her head to blow out the fire. Her face was also dark in one place and in the other.
She accidentally got cigarette ashes on it when she couldn't light the fire.
In order to prevent Leng Xuan from laughing at her, she put in all kinds of efforts and finally transformed her face into a big painted face. At this time, only the dark eyes on her face were exceptionally bright.
"You can also be said to be good at making fire. My lady, sit aside and wait until I finish it. You can just eat it."
Lingxi was completely speechless at this time. She had lived two lifetimes and yet she didn't know how to light a fire.
He went to the river to wash his hands, then soaked the handkerchief and came to her, "Come and wipe it, it's almost as good as a little cat." After hearing what he said, Lingxi made an "ah" sound in her mouth,
The woman who looked like a small cat, her high-decibel voice penetrated the woods and spread far away.
Lingxi, who came back with a red face, sat down angrily and used a branch to dig up a wild chrysanthemum and vented his anger on it. After a while, the head of the chrysanthemum was gone.
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Isn’t this just falling into pieces and being crushed into dust?
Lingxi secretly watched the movements of his men with her eyes. This was the first time she saw a man doing these things. Those fair and slender hands were originally used to caress the elegant piano and dance with the elegant long sword.
It's a bit cruel to do this, but Lingxi can't take his eyes off it.
Seeing Leng Xuan looking for some soft thatch, he first made a primer, and then lit the dead branches little by little. Driven by the thatch, those branches started to crackle and burn. Seeing this, Lingxi suddenly had the urge to hit the tofu.
.It turns out it’s that simple.
She is so stupid!
Every gesture of Leng Xuan was elegant and every movement was meticulous. The warm winter sun shone on him, and the golden light fell on his hair and shoulders.
She looked blankly at him as he concentrated on turning the pheasant in his hand. Wisps of light smoke curled up, surrounded by greenery full of vitality, and she was sitting there waiting to eat. Suddenly there was a feeling in her heart
An inexplicable undercurrent was surging. She just felt that this scene was what she had been looking forward to for a long time, and it was also what she wanted most but never got.
She suddenly shook her head as if mocking herself, erasing the ridiculous thoughts from her mind.
This scene was caught by Leng Xuan's eyes.
"What's wrong, Ling'er? Do you dislike my slow movements?" Leng Xuan asked Lingxi's permission and called her by her nickname. They were both young people and not so particular.
"Brother Xuan, have you ever done this before, giving it to others?" Lingxi felt a little nervous and was looking forward to his answer.
"Yes? What's wrong?" Seeing a hint of disappointment in Lingxi's eyes, she concealed a smile at him.
Leng Xuan couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just asking. I just don't know how it tastes?"
Speaking of taste, Lingxi could smell a hint of fragrance wafting out, and his stomach suddenly growled unsatisfactorily.
Leng Xuan's fingers were like threading through flowers. He quickly threaded the pheasant on the branch and turned it over patiently. Just when Lingxi was dizzy from hunger, half of the chicken's skin was golden yellow and kept coming out.
The pheasant legs with the slightest heat and aroma came to Lingxi.
Lingxi took the first bite and felt that the best food in the general's mansion was not even one-third as good as this one.
Maybe because she was hungry, she ate very quickly. She didn't forget to taste the chicken until she finished eating, so she stared at the other chicken leg in Leng Xuan's hand with a smile.
"Well, I don't seem to have tasted the taste of this meat yet?" Seeing her cute look of greedy saliva, Leng Xuan walked up to her and gave her the remaining pheasant meat in his hand.
"You eat slowly. Anyway, I ate some fruits earlier, so I'm not hungry."
Regardless of whether he was really hungry or pretending to be hungry, Lingxi was not polite to him. Instead, he heard him say softly: "Turn around?"
Lingxi didn't know what he was going to do, so she turned around, but felt that her head was loose and her watery black hair hung down.
"What are you doing?" Lingxi ducked and snatched the hairpin from Leng Xuan's hand.
Leng Xuan didn't expect Lingxi's reaction to be so strong, so he hurriedly said: "I see that the hairpin on your head is crooked. I want to help you straighten it out?"
"Thank you for your kindness, I can make it myself." At this moment, Lingxi suddenly felt that the chicken drumstick in his hand was tasteless, and he threw it out quickly. Unexpectedly, Leng Xuan had sharp eyes and long hands, and he was like a monkey fishing for the moon.
I fished it out in front of me and snatched it back.
"Don't eat." After Lingxi shouted, Leng Xuan put it in his mouth without thinking and took a bite.
When Lingxi screamed out, Leng Xuan realized that there seemed to be a small gap on the chicken leg. The size of the gap was exactly the same as the shape of Lingxi's mouth. Thinking of the little sandalwood bite there just now, he thought again
I took a bite from it. Is this an indirect reception?
Lingxi stomped her feet slightly, blushed and turned away. After she washed her hands, she tied her hair into a bun casually. With her beautiful face, dark eyes and curved eyebrows, she stood tall.
The green mountains and green waters add to the beauty.
The two of them were talking about everything at first, but now they fell silent.
Leng Xuan led Lingxi up the mountain road.
It turned out that there was a quiet path going up from here. Although the path was narrow, it could still accommodate one person. They climbed about a hundred stone steps together, and finally saw the ancient temple hidden among the big trees in the sky.
The apricot-yellow courtyard walls, tall porch, and blue-gray roof ridge give people a solemn and solemn feeling.
And standing on the right side of the temple is an exquisite jade pagoda with a height of 100 feet, which is a miracle of its generation.
The position where Lingxi was standing at this time felt a bit condescending, so he looked carefully.
I saw that this exquisite pagoda adopts the attic style and has an octagonal layout. The pagoda is in the style of a diamond throne, made of bronze, with a large amount of gold on the outside, making it resplendent. The body of the pagoda is entirely made of white marble, reflecting the elegance of a golden top and jade body.
The most peculiar thing is the azure luminous pearl on the top of the tower. At night, the luminous pearl emits a soft blue light, casting a sense of mystery on everything here.
There used to be a case of theft of the Night Pearl here. Later, Emperor Chu classified the top three floors of the tower as royal areas, so ordinary people could not reach the top of the tower.
"Dong dong dong!" The bell of Fahua Temple rang again.
I only feel that the ground here is slightly rustling, and there is indeed a sound of chanting in Fahua Temple. Looking around, there are crowds of people, all of whom are pilgrims who come to listen to the master's words. There are royal relatives and dignitaries here, as well as
There were gentlemen from wealthy families, some rich ladies, and some ordinary women. Although they all had different identities, their faces were solemn and extremely pious.
Lingxi saw Master Kongwen sitting at the top, a kind-faced, rosy-faced master wearing a mage's costume. Next to him sat a beautiful middle-aged woman dressed as a nun. Sitting beside them were
The other masters in the temple were holding scriptures in their hands and chanting words.
Lingxi wanted to look for Xiaoxiao and Luluo in the crowd, but there were too many people here and it was really hard to see clearly.
Leng Xuan didn't say much, and made a gesture to go inside, and Lingxi followed cautiously.
At this time, those people were outside, and the main hall was empty. Not many people came to worship. There was light smoke at the entrance of the main hall. After Lingxi entered, he knelt down and worshiped the Buddha, and soon got up.
Everyone next to him knelt down and worshiped each Buddha one by one.
Not far from Lingxi's left hand, there was a young lady, wearing a white palace dress. This woman was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, hibiscus cheeks, and small cherry lips. She has a delicate figure, and the longer she grows, the longer she will look.
Minus one point to make it shorter. She stands there quietly, and Lingxi only feels that she is like a noble and soft peony, dazzling in brilliance, and standing quietly beside you like a cluster of flowers, quiet, natural, and out of touch with the world.
No fight.
The two maids standing behind her also knelt down under the futon behind her. Judging from her status and dress, this lady was definitely not an ordinary lady.
Lingxi felt that he looked familiar, but was embarrassed to keep staring at others, so he turned his head and walked slowly outside.
I heard the woman behind me murmuring: "Today, I'm here to fulfill my wish. I want to thank Buddha for blessing Brother Yin's safe return. I will definitely keep my promise to you and donate a hundred taels of gold every month. But I still have a little girl today."
I want to draw lots and ask something." After the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly and bowed to the Buddha statue in front of her, her fair earlobes turning red.
Seeing this, I knew clearly that this woman must have signed a marriage contract, but I didn't know which young man was so lucky to be so cherished by her.
Leng Xuan brought Lingxi to a Zen room that looked very secluded. The decoration in the Zen room was very simple. There was only an incense table outside, on which the smiling face of the Buddha was enshrined. On the table, there were fruits and vegetables and a few wisps of fragrance. There were three items placed below.
There is a yellow futon. The color of the futon is a bit old. It must be because people often come here to worship and chant sutras.
There was a carved screen in the middle, and behind the screen were neatly arranged, densely packed stacks of thick scriptures, all of which were spotless. Lingxi and the others sat on the stools next to the table, waiting quietly.
While Lingxi and the others were waiting, Yan Qingling and Xiaoxiao also rushed over. I don’t know what method Leng Xuan used to contact them. (To be continued. If you like this work
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