A few days later, the Tochiji Temple Debate Conference began.
On the road from Nan'an to Wenxia Mountain, there were people everywhere supporting the old and the young.
Mingwei raised the curtains of the carriage and asked Wen Xiuyi: "Do the people in Nanchu love to watch the excitement so much? That old lady can't walk anymore, and she still wants to watch the debate."
She pointed at an old woman who was being carried on her grandson's back. She looked decrepit, she must be in her eighties.
Wen Xiuyi sat in the back, with an expression on her face as if she was visiting a grave: "How do I know? You don't ask them if you have something to do?"
Snow Parrot and Haiyan, who were spotted by her, looked at each other with helpless expressions.
Ming smiled and called: "Miss Wen..."
Wen Xiuyi suddenly burst out: "What Miss Wen? It's not like you don't know that my surname is not Wen, so you are deliberately treating me rudely? You have already returned to Nanchu, Miss, what kind of Miss?"
Mingwei raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your last name?"
"I don't have a surname!" Wen Xiuyi said angrily, "Our Wumen are not from the Central Plains, so we don't pass on surnames!"
"Master Ke Shi..."
"His name is Shi Qing, do you think his surname is Shi? It's just that you are self-righteous!"
Mingwei had a sympathetic and considerate expression on his face.
Wen Xiuyi became even more angry: "What do you mean?"
Mingwei was surprised: "What's wrong? What did I do?"
"Did you laugh at me with that expression just now?"
Mingwei was extremely innocent: "You are trying to incriminate me. I neither rolled my eyes nor snorted at you, so why did you laugh at me? Miss Wen, are you deliberately causing trouble for me?"
"You still..."
Before Wen Xiuyi could finish her sentence, someone knocked on the car window, and Tang Shao's deep voice came from outside: "What happened?"
Without Mingwei speaking, Wen Xiuyi replied dully: "It's okay."
Tang Shao didn't ask any more questions and just said: "We will be here in a while, please be patient."
"oh."
At this interruption, Wen Xiuyi drooped like an eggplant beaten by frost.
During the rest of the journey, I kept my mouth shut and said nothing.
Mingwei saw something and thought, is this rejection? No wonder she is in such a bad mood. The second young master of Tang Dynasty is really cruel. The girl Xiuyi traveled all the way to Beiqi for him, but she refused even if she said no.
Yes. In fact, it would be nice to marry Wen Xiuyi, so wholeheartedly for him...
Wait, who did he marry in history? Mingwei searched through his memory and suddenly found something, as if he had been struck by lightning.
…
Buddhism flourished in Southern Chu, and the temple was full of incense and people came and went all year round.
Today's Bible Debate Conference was even more crowded and blocked.
Fortunately, the Tang family has special treatment. Cars and horses can enter the temple directly from the side door without having to squeeze in with others.
Mingwei looked at Tang Shao frequently from the moment he got off the car.
Tang Shao was confused by her look and asked, "Miss Ming Qi, is there something wrong with me?"
"No." Mingwei looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Really not?"
"If you say no, then there is no."
The two exchanged a few words, and Wen Xiuyi on the other side let out a "hum" and flew over with an eye knife.
Even if she is rejected, she cannot accept her senior brother flirting with others in front of her.
——Although they are not flirting at all.
Mingwei smiled and looked back.
Historical materials were seriously lost, and she did not see any clear records, but there was a mention in the notes of predecessors that Tang Shao's son was born from a certain princess. In other words, he should have become a princess later.
It's hard to imagine that a person like him would choose Princess Shang.
Hey, let's talk about it, the Tang Shao that Mrs. Tang saw in her dream was different from the present. If there is any difference between the present and history, it was probably Tang Xi's wedding, which went in a different direction because of her intervention.
Could it be that Tang Shao and the Tang family had a falling out in his previous life, so he chose Princess Shang to accumulate capital?
Of course, without seeing the history, all this is just speculation.
The time for the Bible Debate Conference is coming soon, and the square is crowded with people.
The several buildings specially prepared for distinguished guests were also packed with people.
Not long after Mingwei sat down, Ji Xiaowu and Taoist Master Jin came over, arm in arm.
Ji Xiaowu ran over, gave her a handful of fried beans, and said very attentively: "Cousin, these are the most delicious fried beans in Tochiji Temple. I waited in line for two quarters of an hour to buy them. You
Have a taste.”
Ming glanced at him with a smile: "Cousin, I haven't seen anyone for a long time. I thought you had forgotten me as a cousin. Nan'an is fun, don't you miss Shu?"
Ji Xiaowu looked serious: "Cousin, what are you talking about? Aren't we unable to go back? I can't keep my face drooping all day long, right? Then you won't be happy to see it!"
Mingwei glanced at Wen Xiuyi and nodded: "That makes sense."
Wen Xiuyi was angry: "What do you think I'm doing? Why do you always criticize others?"
Mingwei was extremely innocent: "When did I point it out and when did I scold you? How could a gentle person like me do something so ungrateful?"
"..." Wen Xiuyi wanted to tear her face off, how could this person be so good at pretending?
Taoist Master Jin suddenly said: "Isn't that Master Shi?"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough they saw Tang Xi.
Tang Xi was not alone. With him, there were several young men of the same age, all of whom were dressed elegantly, showing that they had extraordinary backgrounds.
"Who are these people?" Ji Xiaowu asked, "Why isn't Mr. Shi with us?"
Wen Xiuyi glanced at them twice and said, "Those are His Majesty and Young Master Chang."
"Oh, what about another one?"
Tang Xi's group was quite large, but there were obviously guards behind him. Only one of them was walking side by side with Young Master Chang, only half a step behind Emperor Tiancheng. His status was obviously different.
Wen Xiuyi said: "I don't know, I haven't seen it."
Taoist Master Jin then smiled and said, "That one must be the Holy One's new favorite, right?"
As he said this, he winked and laughed obscenely with Ji Xiaowu.
Ji Xiaowu finished laughing, but found that Mingwei was looking at that person intently and didn't look away for a long time.
He asked curiously: "Cousin, are you nervous?"
Mingwei then looked away, smiled slightly and said, "It's a bit."
Wen Xiuyi snorted and said with disdain: "I'm so nervous about such a trivial matter. I really can't hold my breath."
Mingwei echoed: "What Miss Xiuyi said is that I haven't seen any big scenes."
It was obvious that she was following her words, but Wen Xiuyi felt inexplicably at a disadvantage. It was as if he looked down upon her and didn't bother to compete with her.
But there was nothing wrong with these words, and it was inappropriate to fall out. Wen Xiuyi could only swallow it hard, as if it was stuck in her throat.
Mingwei had long since averted her eyes. All her thoughts were now on Mr. Yang, so she was not interested in bullying Wen Xiuyi.
——Although they are far apart and cannot see each other's face, she will never mistake him for Young Master Yang. He is her Young Master Yang. (To be continued)