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    The spring breeze blew all night, and even people became lazy.

    Xie Hualang pushed the window sash open without hesitation, and saw a few begonias blooming outside the window, with green leaves and clusters of bright red flowers, dotted with gold stamens, bright and eye-catching.

    "Xuezhan Xiapu Jinshuitou, Zhanchun has the most romantic color." She chuckled and praised: "It really is a fairy among flowers."

    The maid Caiqing waited outside, and when she heard the movement, she saw this beautiful girl from the Xie family leaning against the window, with her sleeves half rolled up, revealing a suet jade-like arm, as soft and greasy as a cloud.

    The morning light was hazy, falling on her face, even the crimson crabapple turned pale, and she was stunned for a moment.

    Xie Hualang didn't look at her either, just asked with a smile: "Is Aunt up yet?"

    Cai Qing came back to her senses, and hurriedly said: "It's already up."

    Xie Hualang stretched out his hand, picked a crabapple at random, and stuck it in his hair: "Then let's go."

    Speaking of the Xie family in Chang'an, the first thing people think of at the time is the illustrious and noble family, Zhilan Yushu.

    The ancestors of the Xie family in Chang'an came from the Xie family in Chenjun. This was originally a top family in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Later, the children separated.

    Xie Hualang's grandfather, Xie Tingguan, was appointed Minister of the Ministry of Officials. After his death, he was posthumously named Sikong by Emperor Taizong, and he was extremely honored.

    Xie Ting has two sons, Xie Hualang's father Xie Yan is the Zhongshu Ling, and his uncle Xie Ling is the Guozijian offering wine. Looking at Chang'an, the two brothers are both holding important positions. This level of glory is rare.

    The maid raised the curtain with her slender hands, and welcomed Xie Hualang in. She saw her mother Lu Shi half leaning on the soft pillow, her bright face was a little tired, and she was talking to her aunt Liu Shi.

    "But Liu Lang is being mischievous again?" Xie Hualang stepped forward to salute, and said with a smile, "I see that A Niang looks bad."

    Liulang is her younger brother, named Xie Wei, who is only ten years old, and he is at the time of being mischievous.

    "It's none of Liulang's business." Lu's eyes were a little tired, and he obviously didn't want to mention it. Seeing her daughter dressed up, she was as beautiful as a peony, and she liked it, so she asked more: "Is Zhizhi going out?"

    "I asked Xianniang and Yuanniang to go to Dongque Mountain to fly a kite," Xie Hualang said with a smile: "The weather is fine recently, so I want to go out for a walk."

    "It's okay, after getting married, you won't be as comfortable as in the boudoir," Lu Shi held a round fan in his hand, waved it twice, and said with a smile: "Have more fun."

    "Dongque Mountain?" Aunt Liu Shi'e frowned slightly, and said softly: "I heard from your uncle that the southern foot of Dongque Mountain seems to be owned by King Jiang. He has the most weird temper and is unreasonable. You carefully cross the line.  "

    "Got it," Xie Hualang responded casually: "Aniang is talking to my aunt, I'll leave first, if I go late, Xianniang should blame me again." After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two to answer, she went  walk away quickly.

    "¡ªZhizhi, Zhizhi?"

    Mrs. Liu couldn't call her, so she could only complain to Mrs. Lu: "I don't know if this child has taken it to heart."

    "Let her go," Lu Shi didn't care much: "It's all about flying a kite, and it won't cause any big troubles if it breaks the sky."

    Nowadays, the atmosphere is open, and there are not a few girls who are proficient in riding and archery. Xie Hualang did not ride in the car, but wore a veiled hat, and went out on horseback.  Look for her at the mother's house.

    "The weather is fine today," Xianniang said, shaking the whip in her hand, "I only fly kites, but it's a bit boring."

    Xie Hualang smiled and said, "Then how are you doing?"

    "I heard that there is a stream at Dongque Mountain, it's better to have a cup of flowing water, and drink to make you happy," Yuan Niang raised her eyebrows slightly, and suggested excitedly: "Do you dare to compare?"

    Xie Hualang smiled and said: "You are not afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?"

    Several people made a decision on this, and urged the horses out of the city to go to Dongque Mountain. Naturally, there were servants to prepare wine and food, and they found an open place to dismount, took the kite, and competed with whoever flew it higher.

    The sunshine in March is just bright, and the laughter of the young girl is also pleasant to the ear. Yuan Niang is slender and the most graceful, but the kite flies the highest. It's just that her luck is not good.  Butterfly kites are also like rootless duckweed, swaying to the ground.

    She was a little lost, Xie Hualang saw this, and persuaded gently: "It's okay, it's not far away, let's ride over there, and we will find it in a short time."

    "I heard from my family that that place is the private property of King Jiang," Yuan Niang said hesitantly, "It's just for a kite, why bother going there."

    "You said it yourself, it's just for a kite," Xianniang said, with a handsome face and a sharper temperamentThe interior furnishings are very clean and simple, from the curtains to the curtains, they are all light gray in one color, even the spices in the inner room have a cold fragrance of alienation, it seems that the owner really likes cleanliness and dislikes luxury.

    Xie Hualang only glanced briefly, but couldn't see clearly through the veil.

    Rarely, she was a little curious. Taking advantage of the gap between entering the door, she lifted the veiled hat a little, and glanced inward quietly. Her heart trembled, and she almost froze in place.

    Sitting upright in the upper part of the inner room is a very cold Taoist priest, about the age of about, with a face like a crown jade, and already growing a beard.

    He should not be too young, although he is also handsome, he is not as vigorous as a young man, but the grace and elegance bestowed by the years are like old wine, which is more mellow because of his age.

    The Taoist priest lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing, but it was as clear as a sword light. Xie Hualang glanced at it hastily, and there was a sense of turmoil and sword aura.

    There are such people in the world.

    She has always been fearless, but at this moment, she feels that she has lost her mind and almost lost her mind. Fortunately, she has been taught since she was a child, so she will not lose her sense of proportion in front of others.

    The middle-aged Taoist priest led her to one side to sit down, and Xie Hualang heard the Taoist priest at the first place say: "I heard Heng Jia tell you that you take turns with the people in front of the door. It's very interesting."

    His voice was also soft, just like this person, in the coldness, with a vague sense of alienation.

    Xie Hualang settled down, and said: "It's just a matter of articulation, the temple master laughed."

    The Taoist looked at her indifferently, and said, "Has the girl also studied Taoism?"

    Xie Hualang shook his head and said, "I never learned it."

    The Taoist asked again: "Then what do you think is Tao?"

    Xie Hualang replied with a smile: "I am the Tao."

    "Nonsense!" Before the Taoist could speak, the young Taoist beside him asked, "How can you be Tao?"

    "Tao produces all things, and I am also in it. Can't I call myself Tao?" Xie Hualang said with a smile: "Little Daoist, you are fascinated."

    "You're talking nonsense again!" The young Taoist said angrily: "Aspects are what the Buddhists say, not the Taoists!"

    "What does it matter? Words are just foreign things," Xie Hualang said indifferently, "It's just the same goal by different routes."

    The young Taoist priest was out of breath, and seemed to want to say more. When the Taoist priest raised his hand, his face changed slightly, and he stopped talking quickly.

    "Girl," said the Taoist priest, "you are very intelligent."

    "My lord, you are also wrong," Xie Hualang said with a smile: "The root of wisdom is for Buddhists."

    The Taoist smiled suddenly, and he said: "The same goal by different routes."

    Xie Hualang smiled when he heard the words, but made up his mind, reached out and took off the veiled hat, showed his face, and smiled at him.

    Outside the window, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, beautiful and colorful, which is rare in the world. However, this kind of gorgeous romance, when she is smiling sweetly, loses all its color, and it can be seen that it is so beautiful.

    The young Taoist who had argued with her before did not realize that the girl was so beautiful, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, and lowered his head with a blushing face.

    The Taoist priest's eyes were cold, and he fell directly on her face. Xie Hualang didn't falter, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

    The inner room was quiet, and there was no words for a moment. I don't know how long it took, but he retreated first.

    Eyelashes drooping slightly, he tilted his head to avoid her gaze, and said in a low voice: "Immeasurable Master." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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