prosperous power pet

Chapter 68
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes lightly, pursed her lips, "Thank you, Third Prince, for your concern, I'm fine."

Song Qingyi's expression froze, and the unhappiness in his eyes grew stronger.

Along the way, the focus of Su Jingci and Shen Xiang obviously fell on Song Qinghuan. How could she, who was used to being a star, be reconciled to this?
It's just that she is used to playing tricks on the surface, so she quickly laughed again, and echoed with concern, "Yes, Wuyang, are you okay? My cousin is reckless, so don't take it to heart."

Song Qinghuan glanced at her, with a calm expression, "Second Sister Huang is serious." A pair of eyes seemed to be soaked in snow water, as if they could read people's hearts, and Song Qingyi's heart trembled.

Just about to speak again, Shen Chuhan's cold voice sounded, with a touch of impatience, "Don't keep Master waiting."

Song Qingyi's original words turned a corner when she touched her lips, and nodded in agreement, "Yes, let's go to the meditation room first." She climbed up all the way, her clothes were already soaked, and they were tightly attached to her skin. She was so uncomfortable that she had to hurry up It was changed.

The monk in the temple saluted with palms together, "No problem. A few benefactors, this way please."

People came to the palace yesterday, and their meditation room was prepared early in the temple.Normally, when the royal family and distinguished guests from other countries came, all the monks in the temple should come out to greet them, but Su Jingci made a special request not to make it public, so Emperor Yu complied with his request, and only asked people to inform the temple to make some arrangements.

Because of the hard work all the way, the monks first took them to the Zen room to rest, and after the fast meal, they took them to the Ten Mile Peach Forest to watch.

Lingyin Temple is full of incense, and there are many high-ranking officials and dignitaries among the pilgrims, so many meditation rooms are specially prepared for guests to rest.Each meditation room has a small courtyard, and there are two side rooms on the left and right, for the servants and maidservants who are in close service to rest.

The monk led a group of people to stop at one place, pointed to the four courtyards standing side by side, and said, "All benefactors, please rest here for a while. Later, the little monk will send someone to invite all benefactors to eat. The small temple is simple, so please benefactors. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master, may I ask Master's Dharma name?" Song Qingyi said with a smile, and thanked everyone with a salute, which was generous and courteous.

"All benefactors call the little monk Hongjing." Pointing to the monk's room in the front row, "the little monk lives there. If you have something to do, you can send someone to look for the little monk."

"Thank you, Master Hongjing." Everyone nodded in agreement, returned the salute with the little monk, and watched him leave.

Song Qingyi looked at Su Jingci and Shen Chuhan, and smiled faintly, "In that case, the third prince will live in the first room, and Prime Minister Shen the second room." Glancing at Song Qinghuan, "Seventh emperor's sister should be the last one." With clear eyebrows, he moved Every movement is the gesture of the master.

Her arrangement, according to the status of everyone, is understandable, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Su Jingci shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and he agreed.

No, Shen Chuhan glanced at those courtyards, and said coldly, "I really don't like Xinghua."

Song Qingyi probably didn't expect him to refuse, she was taken aback for a moment, and then followed his gaze.Only then did I see a pure white apricot flower blooming on the wall of the second courtyard, like snow falling on the branches, occupying the spring scenery.

The altitude of Ruyun Peak is high and the temperature is low, and the plants in the temple bloom later than those at the bottom of the mountain. Although it is already summer, it is the time when peaches and apricots are in full bloom.

She looked embarrassed, thought for a moment and said, "Then...how about Xiangxiang Shen living in the third room?"

Shen Chuhan glanced at the third courtyard coolly, and said "good" lightly.

Song Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

She naturally hid some selfishness in this arrangement, but it was just to live closer to Shen Chuhan.Now although she has switched with him, she still lives next to him, so she is relieved.

Song Qinghuan watched quietly from the sidelines, watching from the sidelines, with a half-smile on the corners of her lips, and a look of coldness in her eyes.

After the arrangements were made, everyone bid farewell to each other and went into their own courtyards to rest for a while.

Song Qinghuan's courtyard is located in the leftmost one. Many flowers and trees are planted in the small courtyard. The flowers are blooming and clustered among the leaves, and the fragrance should be far away.

The meditation room was also tidied up quite elegantly and cleanly, Liu Yue and Shen Xing tidied up a little and invited Song Qinghuan in.

"Your Highness, do you want to change clothes?" Meteor patted the futon to make it soft, and asked Song Qing with a smile.

Song Qinghuan sat down on the futon, shook her head and said, "Don't bother me, I didn't sweat much." She didn't sweat much, and the amount of exercise just now wasn't too much for her.

Shen Xing agreed, and poured a cup of tea for Song Qinghuan, "Then... Your Highness, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Well, I'm not tired, you go out for a walk with me."

"No." Liu Yue and Shen Xing put their luggage away, and followed Song Qinghuan out the door.

Pushing open the small and simple courtyard door, you can see overlapping and undulating mountains in the distance, surrounded by mist and mist, like a fairyland.The air in the mountains is excellent, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and green grass, which makes people's worries disappear.

The mountain is gentle, and there are more than a dozen meditation rooms arranged in an orderly manner. The shadows of lush trees, exotic flowers and grasses are hidden among them, which is elegant and pleasant.Not far from her courtyard, there is a dense forest surrounded by a fence, and a "No Entry" sign is erected. I don't know where the forest leads.

Song Qinghuan walked leisurely in the courtyard, and unknowingly came to the gate of Song Qingyi's courtyard.

She looked at the white apricot sticking out of the wall, and the water in her eyes moved slightly.

When did Shen Chuhan not like apricot blossoms?In his previous life, he didn't have any obvious likes and dislikes towards flowers, why did he become more particular about flowers in this life?
and……

Suddenly something came to mind, and he frowned.

If she remembered correctly, several red apricots were planted in Xuanfengyuan.With Shen Chuhan's unwillingness to give in, if he really didn't like Xinghua, he would order someone to get rid of it.

Then why did he say that just now...?
Feeling a little puzzled in my heart, I couldn't help but slow down.

While meditating, I saw a young monk walking towards this side with two buckets of water, and a mist rose from the bucket, which seemed to be hot water.

The little monk was only eleven or twelve years old, and his chubby appearance was really cute.He walked in front of her, stopped slightly, put down the bucket, and saluted Song Qinghuan.

"Little master, where is he going after taking this hot water?" Song Qinghuan asked with a smile.

The little monk glanced at her, saw her kind expression, and knew that she was one of the honored guests who had just gone up the mountain, so he didn't dare to neglect her, and said in a low voice, "Responding to the benefactor, the female benefactor who is walking with you said that she wants to take a bath, the elder brother ordered the little monk to take a bath. Bring hot water for the benefactor."

While speaking, he looked at the courtyard behind Song Qinghuan.

Song Qingyi?
Song Qinghuan's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a sneer in his heart.

She's used to enjoying it.

Looking back at the little monk, he saw that he was very pleasing, so he couldn't help squatting down slightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent moon, and he smiled brightly, "Little master, isn't it tired to carry such heavy water? "

The little monk stared blankly at Song Qinghuan, as if in a daze, and shook his head in a daze after a while, "No...not tired, the little monks carry such heavy water for practice every day." He lowered his head, a blush rose from the base of his ears.

　Happy Eleven girls~!

　　
　
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