"It's okay." Mingruo skillfully took out a handkerchief from Si Haochen's sleeve pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"..." The Lord's eyes twitched as he saw this. Why do you think this boy is complaining to his precious disciple? Is he being hacked?
Jun Che felt that Master was a little pitiful, so he had to come out to smooth things over: "Master, let Junior Sister and the others fix it first."
"Ahem, you guys need to rest first. There will be a banquet in the main hall for you in the evening."
The Lord decided to go back and search the warehouse quickly to find some good things to coax his young disciple and restore his image of being hacked.
The Lord left Qitongju and walked in the wind.
Mr. Qing Wei, who was hanging a lantern on the tree, saw an afterimage of the Lord floating past.
What happened? Is the Lord's courtyard on fire?
Back in the bedroom, A Yuan had already packed up the gifts.
The carriage ride was too tiring, so Mingruo had a quick lunch and then lay down to sleep.
Si Haochen tucked the little girl under the quilt, walked to the desk and started to read the reports from everywhere.
When Mingruo woke up from his sleep, it was already dark.
Turning his head, he saw a tall silhouette sitting in the dusk, reading a letter seriously.
"Why don't you hold the lamp?" Mingruo sat up from the quilt.
"I can still see clearly." Si Haochen put down the letter in his hand, "Would you like some tea?"
"Yeah." Mingruo nodded.
When A Yuan heard something moving inside, she walked in with a candlestick and lit the lamps in the inner room one by one.
A Yuan was moved in her heart. The prince was afraid that it would affect his master's rest, so he would not let the lamp be turned on even after dark.
An Xin knocked on the door and said outside: "Sister Mingruo, dinner is ready."
"Okay, we'll be there soon." The two of them changed their clothes and walked out of the room.
The money tree in the yard was particularly bright in the night, and its branches and leaves were covered with crystal clear glass lanterns.
Walking out of the courtyard, there are two rows of octagonal glazed lanterns placed on both sides of the road, extending all the way to the main hall.
Mingruo suddenly felt like walking in the park in the middle of the street at night, and reached out to hold Si Haochen's hand.
"What's wrong?" Si Haochen tightened Mingruo's hand, thinking she was afraid of the dark.
"It's nothing, I just think it's very beautiful." Ming Ruo smiled with her eyebrows creasing.
"If you like, the palace can be made like this."
"That's not necessary. It's more interesting to see such scenery occasionally." Mingruo shook the hands held by the two of them.
The main hall was brightly lit, and there was only one group table in the huge space.
The Lord sat in the main seat, and Jun Che sat with the Lord.
"Ruo'er, sit down quickly." The Lord pulled out the chair beside him.
Si Haochen sat directly on the chair that was pulled away, separating his wife from the weird old man, perfect.
The corners of the Lord's mouth twitched, this kid must be too annoying.
Mingruo was afraid that the two men would start fighting again, so he filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the master: "Master, please drink the soup."
"Be good, my disciple." The Lord's little flame was extinguished instantly.
"Senior brother, have some soup." Mingruo served another bowl to the senior brother.
"Thank you, junior sister." Jun Che took the porcelain bowl with both hands.
Mingruo served soup to Si Haochen, and Si Haochen served dishes to Mingruo. The two interacted in perfect harmony, without the need for words to communicate.
The Lord felt that it was the cabbage in his own field that had been eaten by that kid. However, there was nothing he could do.
The dinner was very sumptuous, but very light. Mingruo thought about it and decided to give the chef a try of mandarin duck hot pot tomorrow.
"Ruo'er, tomorrow morning, we will participate in the temple sacrifice together with our master."
"Okay, do I need to prepare anything?" Mingruo has never participated in a sacrifice in Yunzhong Temple before and doesn't know what to do.
"No need, just go together as a master." The Lord said.
"Oh." Mingruo nodded.
"I will host the sacrifice, which is similar to the winter ceremony. Don't worry." Jun Che explained.
"I won't worry as long as senior brother is here." Ming Ruo smiled.
"Isn't being a teacher less useful than your senior brother?" The Lord felt that it was okay to be compared to that boy, but why couldn't he even compare to that boy Che?
In Mingruo's heart, the answer is yes. After all, the cheap master seems really unreliable.
However, saying this is too hurtful: "Senior brother protects me, master protects senior brother, let's protect each one."
"You can play around as you like, Master will protect you." The Lord assured him with a slap on his chest.
Mingruo feels that this master is like a child sometimes.
"I will ask An Xin to send you the clothes for the sacrifice later." Jun Che thought for a moment and then said, "I will also prepare a set for Prince Yun."
"Okay." Mingruo scratched his chin. It seemed that this sacrifice was quite formal.
The next day, Mingruo got up early and put on the moonlight brocade dress sent by An Xin. It had narrow sleeves and the girdle and cuffs were embroidered with cloud patterns.
Mingruo had worn such clothes once when he was a disciple last time.
Si Haochen also changed his clothes. The fabric style was the same as Mingruo's, but it was men's clothes.
"Yeah." Mingruo's eyes lit up. This robe was very slim and made Si Haochen's figure even longer. "I'll tie your hair."
"Yeah." Si Haochen sat down and let the little girl play with his head.
Mingruo half-tied Si Haochen's black hair and tied it up with a hairband embroidered with silver cloud patterns and with a sapphire on the end.
"That's it." Mingruo was very satisfied with his 'work'.
"My saliva is about to drop." Si Haochen pinched the little girl's cheek.
"That's because my boyfriend is so handsome." Mingruo didn't hesitate to praise her.
"You are more beautiful and appetizing."
"Haha." Mingruo felt that her boyfriend might be led astray by her.
The sacrifice is held in the main hall of Qingyun Peak. The main hall is built according to the mountain and is located on a high platform.
The inner disciples lined up on the platform outside the hall, and the outer disciples stood under the high platform.
As a priest, Jun Che had already entered the temple to make preparations. Mingruo and Si Haochen followed the Lord and climbed up the jade steps behind the main hall.
Mingruo's ears are amazing and he can hear the whispers of the female disciples.
"I just saw Senior Brother Che. His clothes were fluttering like a celestial being."
"This is the first time I have seen Senior Brother Che. He is so majestic..."
"You only met Senior Brother Che after entering the Inner Sect for one year. I only saw Senior Brother Che for the first time after three years in the Inner Sect..."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Mingruo's lips. Senior brother seemed to be very popular among the female disciples.
"Hey, who is that?" A female disciple lowered her voice, "The one following the Lord..."
"Ah, this young master is more handsome than Senior Brother Che. Is he also a disciple of the Lord?"
"It should be so. Judging from the clothes, he is a disciple of Ling Yunfeng."
Tsk, tsk, you are selective viewing.
Mingruo, who was ignored, complained crazily in her heart: Isn't senior brother enough for you? You covet my boyfriend again.
Mingruo regretted dressing up her boyfriend so eye-catchingly.
"Heh." Seeing the princess's confused look, Si Haochen found it interesting.
"Don't laugh, be serious!" Ming Ruo said fiercely.
