The eighth day of April is the Buddha Bathing Festival.
In front of Baoling Temple, the carriages and horses look like dragons.
Due to the invitation of Prince Qidong and the courtesy of Magistrate Wu, all the distinguished officials from Dongning came.
On the mountain road to Baoling Temple, a long motorcade came out.
Mingwei sat on the carriage, holding a book and reading slowly.
Ah Wan opened the curtains and took a look. Seeing that the convoy showed no sign of progress, she muttered: "It's just a Buddha Bathing Festival, why are there so many people?"
"Female members of high-ranking families have very few opportunities to go out all year round. Of course, they go out whenever they can."
Mingwei said while stuffing candied fruit into his mouth.
Ah Wan was angry at her leisurely look. Bing Xin happened to come from behind and said that Grandma Tong was not feeling well, so she just got out of the car and went to have a look.
Aunt Tong has been ill, and Mingwei originally didn't want her to come, but she insisted on coming, saying she wanted to pray for his wife.
Considering that the cause of her illness was depression, she asked Awan and Mingwei agreed.
Duofu followed him for a while and then came back and said, "Don't worry, Miss, Grandma is just a little motion sick. Miss Ah Wan is giving Grandma a massage."
Ming smiled: "This Ah Wan is not bad at heart, but he is unforgiving with his words."
Duofu himself has a docile temperament, so he will not compete with Ah Wan. But after hearing what Ming Wei said, he couldn't help but said, "I also know that, but her attitude towards the young lady is really unpleasant."
Mingwei finished eating the candied fruit and drank water slowly: "She must have some unknown past. She was born delicate, but fell into pieces. She has a somewhat angry temper, which is understandable."
Duofu was confused when he heard this: "Miss, you are saying that she was not born as a maid?"
"It doesn't matter what her background is, what does it have to do with us? I don't care about her bad temper, and if I don't give her money, who is going to help her straighten things out."
Although Duofu didn't quite understand it, she understood the meaning of distant and distant relatives.
She is still the most trusted person around the young lady, so don’t worry about that girl Ah Wan.
"Miss, have some tea." She handed over the tea diligently.
Mingwei nodded her head and accepted it with a smile.
"Don't forget to memorize the formula. She won't teach you this no matter how much money you pay her."
"I know!" Duofu answered resoundingly.
There was the sound of horse hooves outside, and then they heard a conversation.
"Axuan, why are there so many cars crowded here?"
"Back to you, sir, I heard that there were too many pilgrims today and Baoling Temple can't accommodate them."
"That's it! Then let's take it easy."
Mingwei raised the curtains and happened to see a young gentleman riding a horse standing aside.
The jade lion shines at night, dressed in white with a gold saddle, as graceful as a guest descending from the clouds.
As if he just stopped by accident, he rested on the top of the carriage she was riding in, but his eyes dropped and he faced her directly.
She chuckled.
In this life and in her previous life, she has never seen anyone so good at pretending!
Fortunately, he was born well and can hold on no matter what.
"Isn't this Miss Ming? What a coincidence!"
Ming smiled and said: "It turns out to be Young Master Yang. It is indeed a coincidence that there are so many carriages here, but Young Master just stopped here."
Ah Xuan over there urged his horse forward, expressionlessly holding up his umbrella to block the rising sunlight.
"..." Mingwei was impressed by this exquisite style.
He is a man, why is he afraid of getting tanned?
"Such an unexpected encounter is probably what Buddhism calls fate!" Yang Shu smiled and looked down, his eyes filled with emotion.
"Then the young master has many karmic connections. There are so many people coming to Baoling Temple today, and there are eight hundred if not a thousand people who meet the young master by chance, right?"
After saying that, Mingwei lowered his voice: "That's okay! If you do this again, I can't guarantee that I won't hit you!"
Yang Shu raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to be able to beat me."
After saying that, without giving her a chance, he raised his voice and said, "The journey is inconvenient, Miss Ming. See you later."
Ah Wan heard the sound and hurried back, but unfortunately she only had time to look at the horse's butt. She climbed into the car and sighed: "Young master, you won't wait for me either."
Ming smiled and said: "You can watch it in the future if you want, why bother at this moment."
What she meant was that after this matter was over, Ah Wan would still go back to Yang Shu, and of course he could watch it if he wanted to.
Others thought it was her girl who was speaking, but to their ears, it had a different meaning.
The convoy of the Prince's Palace was right behind Yang Shu.
Other carriages and horses stayed aside to let them pass first.
The princess's carriage passed by at exactly this moment, and she heard this conversation word for word.
The Lord of Anxiang County, who was accompanying the princess, said angrily: "This Mingqi is so shameless! A girl from the boudoir said such things. I think Axiang is not bad, why is her sister like this!"
The Lord of Jinlin County covered his lips and smiled: "Even if they are sisters, they each have their own temperaments. Whether Axiang is good or not has nothing to do with whether Mingqi is good or not. They are not close sisters."
The head of Anxiang County thought for a while: "That's right. Ming Qi was originally a fool. Even if he gets better, he can't be considered a normal person." But he still felt angry, "How could my cousin fall in love with her? Besides that face,
What’s there!”
The Lord of Jinlin County sighed: "It's not easy to have a good-looking face. Don't all men in the world want to have a beautiful wife like a flower?"
At this point, the princess poked her in the forehead: "Little girl, what are you talking about? Ming Qi is outrageous, and you are nothing like that!"
No one else heard this sentence, but how many people saw their conversation?
With the example of Miss Li's family in mind, no one dares to provoke Mr. Yang these days. Watching him riding past in such a graceful manner, one can't help but feel nostalgic.
If no one can pick this flower of the high mountains, forget it, but there is one person who he looks at differently, and this thought will give rise to resentment.
So what does Miss Ming Qi have? An orphan girl who lost her father and mother, her mother was hanged by a frivolous person, and her house is a mess. How can she win his favor?
Suddenly, there was a lot of anger, a lot of envy, and a lot of sadness left on the mountain road.
The more people are angry, the faster the word will spread.
In another carriage, Mr. Wu said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Yang is really here to meet the beauty, and specially brought Mr. Jiang here to show off."
Prince Qidong smiled and said: "Young man, you can do whatever you want. It's really enviable!"
After a pause, he added: "However, we'd better pay more attention. He specifically asked someone to report it once. This matter is indeed suspicious. If something really happens..."
"Yes." Mr. Wu said respectfully, "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's a small matter. I'd rather believe that it's there than that it's not."
The staff around him were so astute, and Prince Qidong was delighted: "I am truly lucky to have you by my side, sir."
Mr. Wu smiled: "Xiao Ke will be lucky to meet a good master."
Prince Qidong laughed loudly: "Come on, come on, it will take some time to enter the mountain. Sir, would you like to have a chat with me?"
"What an honor."
The two set up a battle array on the chessboard and started fighting.