Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

After the rain, the grass on the side of the street is green and full of vitality.

At the gate of the post station, Ah Yishi was leading a horse, waiting for Jiang Sile.

It was only Chen time, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Although the sun had already emerged, it did not scare people away with the heat. Instead, it gave everyone a cool morning in a rare and kind way.

When Jiang Sile, who had just left the house, caught a glimpse of Ah Yi at the door, he was tall and dressed in black, making him very conspicuous.

"Ayishi..."

Ah Yishi heard someone calling his name, and when he hurriedly turned his head away, he fell into the smile in Jiang Sile's eyes.

I saw Jiang Sile standing on the steps, looking at him with a smile.

Her eyes are softer than the spring breeze, and her eyes are as clear as the rain.

She was wearing a pale pink skirt, and the white lotus flower embroidered on the skirt seemed to be hidden.

Ah Yishi stared blankly, and saw that she seemed to be wearing the whole spring on her body.

"Let's go..."

When Jiang Sile passed Ah Yi lightly, she walked in front of him.Ah Yi came to his senses and hurriedly followed behind her.

"It's early today..."

"Well, it's a bit chilly"

The two of them chatted one after another, as if they were friends for many years, and they seemed to be familiar neighbors.

But both of them tacitly did not mention what happened yesterday.

Not long after they left, the two passed by a stall cooking breakfast with smoke rising from the kitchen.

Touching his somewhat empty stomach, Jiang Sile found a biscuit stall and bought three biscuits.Then I took Ah Yi to a mutton noodle shop that looked quite neat.

The old woman who sells mutton powder has gray hair, but her movements are very capable.

Not long after the two of them sat down, two bowls of mutton noodles were served.

The mouth of the bowl is large, but very shallow.

The white soup was still hot and misty. Although there was only a small piece of mutton in the bowl, the white soup was full of the smell of mutton.

When A Yishi entered the stall, he caught a glimpse of the mutton bones being stewed in the soup pot.

"Try it..."

Jiang Sile mixed the powder with chopsticks, picked up one, first took a bite, then took a big bite.

Opposite her, Ah Yi also skillfully picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

"Qingyi often has this kind of noodle soup..."

A Yishi ate very quickly, with two pancakes, he finished a bowl of noodles in a few strokes.

"Well... I like it too..."

Jiang Sile is still eating slowly, she eats very slowly, especially when eating noodles.

She thought of the modern times. There used to be an aunt selling mutton noodles and beef noodles downstairs in the art troupe...

Afterwards, the art troupe closed down, and she seldom even had breakfast.She also didn't want to go out to eat, because it would be too troublesome to go out to have breakfast alone.

Ah Yishi was sitting on the wooden bench, watching Jiang Sile take small mouthfuls of noodles, and occasionally took a bite of the cooking cake on hand.

Even if the later man sat beside him making noise, it didn't affect his good mood today.

"Let's go..."

Jiang Sile took out a piece of silver from the purse beside her and put it in the old woman's hand.

Seeing that the old woman was about to refuse, she covered the silver with her hand and pushed it back again.

The old woman held the silver tightly in her hand, opened her mouth, and said softly.

"Your Majesty..."

"Auntie, take it. Today's soup is delicious..."

Seeing the old woman holding the silver, Jiang Sile let go of her hand.

She tied the purse around her waist again, and patted it lightly twice.Then he waved to A Yishi who was in a daze, and the two left the stall.

When the figures of the two gradually walked away, the old woman came back to her senses and felt the piercing money in her hand again, and she kept chanting:

"Today is really a blessing. Where did this nobleman come from..."

Some diners couldn't wait any longer, and shouted: "Old aunt, hurry up..."

Only then did the old woman pack the money carefully, and continued to make noodles and serve food.

……

Qingyang Temple is not far outside the city.

After they finished their breakfast, they followed the crowd to the gate of the city, and the soldiers guarding the city let them out with a wink.

They first took the official road, and then the bluestone road.

I heard the big man who went to the temple to worship Buddha together on the side of the road say that the bluestone road was built by the temple.

This monk from Qingyang Temple is well-known for his kindness and profound Dharma, and is highly respected by the people of Chengzhou.

Every festival, it is said that this Qingyang Temple will be very lively.

Many people trekked here just to pay homage to Buddha statues and attend gatherings.

Today, although it is not a festival, there are quite a few people going to Qingyang Temple.

Although many of them are big men who are carrying goods for Qingyang Temple, there are also some who sincerely pray to the Buddha statue, and many women sweat and boo and climb to the top of the mountain to pay their respects.

The bluestone steps, one step after another.

Jiang Sile walked slowly, and A Yishi also followed slowly.

The road is long, and the long one is reassuring.

Ah Yishi pursed his lips, looked at Jiang Sile's figure ahead, and secretly made up his mind.

Although he didn't know why the princess brought him here, Ah Yi asked himself, if he were a princess, he would definitely not let someone who wanted to kill him go.

Does she... really want to kill me?
Ah Yi could not help murmuring in his heart, with a dazed expression on his face, he had already stopped before he knew it, and stopped halfway up the mountain.

"Ayishi"

Ah Yi looked up, and Jiang Sile was calling his name not far away.

"coming……"

He bowed his head and started to catch up quickly.

He still has to go back to the pasture to see his mother, and he still has to make contributions to Shan Yu. He doesn't want to die at all.

But he didn't want to kill the princess either.

He promised that he would never...never kill An Le!

A Yishi raised his head and looked up the stairs, surrounded by a red wall, was the Qingyang Temple.

"It's counted..." Jiang Sile gently picked up a silk handkerchief and wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead.

On the brown wooden plaque are three big characters in regular script of Qingyang Temple.

The intellectual monk in front of the door was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he saw Jiang Sile standing at the door looking at the words on the wooden plaque, he hurried over quickly.

When the little monk walked over the threshold, he nearly fell.

When facing Jiang Sile, the female benefactor, his complexion was a little red, and his voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Shi... Benefactor, this way please. I have been waiting in the guest room for a long time."

Ah Yishi looked puzzled, he really didn't know why he came to the temple.

He watched Jiang Sile nodding slightly to the little monk, and followed the little monk into the temple.

Ah Yi was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to follow in.

If the princess's helper is really inside, will he fight or not?Do you want to take a breath?

It's not that he is confident, but mainly because few people can fight him.

He still has a knife on his waist!
Ah Yi was in a mess when he heard Jiang Sile calling him in.

He hesitated slightly, but still followed in with steps.

Is there a law of both safety in the world?
live up to Shan Yu live up to Qing