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    It was early for Sui Sui to go out, but the road to Jinguangmen in the west of the city was still crowded with people and cars hung in traffic.

    It has been sunny and rainless for several days, but the roads are filled with dust. Riders and walkers are all sullen. Sitting in a car, you will be choked by the dust from time to time.

    Because there were so many people, the driving speed was only half the usual speed. It took more than an hour to get from Shanchiyuan to Jinguangmen.

    There are not many people outside the city. Fortunately, the road is wide and the driving speed is finally a little faster.

    The drunkard didn¡¯t want to drink, but since he had an excuse to see the Buddha¡¯s bone relics, he had to go to Qinglong Temple to meet him.

    There is also a sea of ??people outside the mountain gate. From a distance, it looks like a flood rushing into the gate, which makes people feel numb.

    Suisui had already lost half his life in the car, and he still had to endure the physical discomfort and force his way into the crowd. It was really miserable.

    She still underestimated the piety and enthusiasm of the Chang'an scholars towards the Buddha.

    After finally entering the mountain gate, she looked up at the sun and saw that the time agreed with Duan Beicen was coming soon. She did not dare to delay any longer and walked straight to the main hall where the Buddha's bones and relics were enshrined.

    The main hall of Qinglong Temple is bustling with people, almost packed to the brim, but the Linglong Qibao Pavilion across the wall is a different story.

    Qinglong Temple is built according to the mountain. Buddhist temples, pavilions and Zen rooms are dotted here and there. The Linglong Qibao Pavilion is the highest point of the entire Qinglong Temple.

    Looking down from the Buddhist pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the temple.

    At this time, there were about ten princes and grandsons in brocade clothes and golden crowns and jade belts sitting in the pavilion, enjoying their vegetarian meals leisurely while looking towards the Buddhist hall.

    One of them was wearing a Buddha-blue brocade robe with precious patterns, a white jade crown on his head, and a purple gold belt around his waist. He was none other than King Huanxuan of Qi.

    The opening of the Buddha's bone relics in Qinglong Temple is a grand event that happens every year. The emperor and empress worshiped the Buddha but could not come in person. The prince had just gotten married, so he, his son, came to worship the Buddha on their behalf.

    Long before the pilgrims poured in, they had already paid their respects to the Buddha's bones and came out after offering incense.

    The other man wore a purple peacock silk robe, a white jade belt around his waist, and had a pair of fox-like eyes. He held a jade fracture fan in his hand on a cold day. His fingers were whiter than jade, more delicate and flawless than jade, but  It is Huan Minggui, the king of Yuzhang, who is known as the chief dandy in the capital.

    He leaned on the railing with a few similar-smelling clan members, watching the women coming in and out of the main hall, and making comments from time to time.

    Next to him sat a guest dressed in white, holding a pen in his hand, writing and drawing on the silk according to King Yuzhang's instructions.

    A long-faced man wearing peacock green beard clothes and a weak crown said to King Yuzhang: "These girls are all wearing curtain hats, and their faces can't be seen clearly. I'm afraid it's not easy to compile the beauty list of Brother Ziyu."

    "My dear brother, your words are wrong," Huan Minggui smiled and tapped his eyes with a folding fan. "If you had eyes like foolish brother, you could find the most beautiful woman with just one glance."

    The man in Hufu was doubtful: "Is this so mysterious? How many beauties did Brother Ziyu meet today?"

    Huan Minggui clicked his tongue: "Beauty is easy to come by, but it is hard to find a peerless beauty who will captivate a country. If you can see her casually, how can you still call her a peerless beauty?"

    "What kind of thing can be considered to be the most beautiful thing in a country?" The man in Hufu became interested, "Is it like Yingzhu, the courtesan of Yaoyue Tower?"

    Huan Minggui¡¯s words were concise and concise: ¡°It¡¯s vulgar and vulgar.¡±

    "What about the daughter of Prime Minister Zhang's house?" another person asked.

    "She is still a little girl who is still in her infancy. She giggles all the time and has no charm." Huan Minggui said.

    Someone glanced at King Qi secretly and said in a low voice: "I know there is a person who is absolutely worthy of being the most powerful person in the country. Even Ziyu can't find fault with him."

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not dare to comment on the current crown prince and the most beautiful woman in Chang'an, Ruan Yuewei, but no one dared to openly comment on the current prince, not to mention that there was King Qi at the table.

    Huan Minggui just frowned slightly: "It's hard to live up to the great reputation."

    His voice was neither soft nor serious, and he did not deliberately avoid people. The only one who dared to comment on his favorite person in front of the King of Qi was the King of Yuzhang, who was not stingy.

    But the strange thing is that one of them is aloof and the other is unruly, and they have nothing to do with each other, but they have always had a good personal relationship.

    If these words were said by others, Huan Xuan might be displeased, but when Huan Minggui said them, he didn't bother to care.

    Huanxuan did not respond, but another person at the table could not sit still. He stood up and sneered: "King Yuzhang's vision is so high, I am afraid only the gods in the sky can see him."

    The person speaking was a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a scarlet brocade robe with a dogwood pattern.I drank another bowl of strong tea, felt my stomach full, and yawned.

    Sui Sui said: ¡°Are you sleepy?¡±

    Harutiao rubbed his temples and said in surprise: "I don't know why, this slave has been feeling dizzy since just now."

    "The guest monk said that there is a bed inside. You can go and sleep for a while." Sui Sui said.

    "How can that be done?" Harutiao yawned again and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I have to serve my wife."

    "It's still early, and I'm not in a hurry to go back," Sui Sui said, "I'm walking around the temple, I don't need you to accompany me."

    Harutiao still thought something was wrong, but he was so sleepy that his eyelids drooped, and he just wanted to find a couch to lie down immediately.

    Sui Sui smiled and said: "I got up early today and walked a long way. Take a rest when you are tired. Sister Harutiao and I are still polite."

    Harutiao held on for a while, but couldn't hold on anymore, so she had to plead guilty and go to sleep in the inner room.

    After a while, there was a gentle snoring sound coming from inside, then he lowered the curtain and gently pushed open the courtyard door.

    As soon as we walked out of the courtyard, the monk who knew the guest came up to us. He didn¡¯t say anything, he just bowed his head and said namaste, and then led the way.

    I then followed him out of a small door on the west side of the mountain temple, walked along the path in the pine forest for half a quarter of an hour, and came to a small woodcutter's hut.

    The monk who knew the guest stopped, turned around, bowed and saluted: "General, please come in."

    He nodded casually, pushed open the wood door and walked in, and was greeted by a person coming out of the house.

    The man was wearing a blue robe that had been washed white and a soap towel on his head. He was dressed like a down-and-out man who had failed many times. But as long as he saw his eyes like cold stars, no one would associate him with being down and out.  Get in touch.

    He then took off his hat and smiled at him: "Bei Cen, you are well dressed. It would be unreasonable not to write a few acid poems." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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