In front of the table, the white and delicate palms of a girl in royal attire with sawdust left on them tightly grasped this new string of Buddhist beads.

This thing is called Eighteen Seeds. It is a special bracelet in northern Buddhism. It is used to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. Each string of Eighteen Seeds is composed of eighteen different materials of gold, stone and wood. Which one goes with which one?

There is no strict emphasis on it, the main consideration is the size of each seed, and it only needs to be beautiful when paired together. In addition, each bead also represents a different meaning. The black mountain stone symbolizes wealth and prosperity, and the ice flower mani seed symbolizes happiness and health...

This bunch of eighteen seeds is really going to be given to that guy's aunt.

Keep her safe.

Rong Zhen can't go to his aunt's birthday ceremony tomorrow empty-handed.

And as long as it is given by her, it is naturally a heavy gift.

If she didn't leave a good impression on Ouyang Lianghan's aunt before, then she might be impressed this time...

When Rong Zhen lowered his eyes and looked lost in thought, a knock on the door and a report from a middle-aged female officer suddenly sounded in the courtyard outside:

"Ms. Shi, Princess Anhui is here. She is at the main grotto and wants to see you."

"The princess is here with her groom and her entourage again?"

"Yes."

Rong Zhen’s tone was lonely:

"Go and send a message that I am feeling unwell and cannot accompany you."

The middle-aged female officer took the order and went out immediately.

A quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged female officer returned to the Zhuyuan again, looking a little confused:

"Ms. Shi, Princess Anhui is concerned about you and has come with you. She is waiting not far outside the hospital and wants to see you."

Rong Zhen continued:

"Go and send a message, saying that I am feeling better, but I am busy with something, so please come back, Princess."

The middle-aged female officer seemed stunned for a moment and went out again.

Not long after, the middle-aged female officer came back to resume her duties.

Finally, Princess Anhui was sent away.

The middle-aged female officer took a look at Rong Zhen's expression, and she didn't know where the princess had offended the female historian.

She asked cautiously:

"Ms. Shi, the princess will leave Xun for Hukou County the day after tomorrow. I'm afraid today will be the last time we see her."

"oh."

Rong Zhen's response was a little cold.

The middle-aged female officer stopped asking any more questions and turned around to leave.

But I heard Rong Zhen’s voice coming from behind;

"Wait a minute, this time the princess came to the grotto, who was there to receive her?"

The middle-aged female official reported a list of names, including Grandma Song and some female officials of the Supervisory Council, as well as some of the main generals of the White Tiger Guard. Wei Mi of the Xuanwu Guard was not there.

Rong Zhen suddenly asked: "Where is Yi's command?"

"I went to Xunyang City to find Yuan Changshi, but I haven't come back yet."

"Okay, step back."

"Yes, Ms. Shi."

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Xingzifang.

Chengtian Temple, a Zhaiyuan.

Yuan Huaimin returned to his yard in a depressed mood.

Although the fact of going on duty every day does make people feel depressed, but now it is off duty time, and there is no overtime work. Logically speaking, it should be the happiest time of the day, but Yuan Huaimin can't bring up any interest.

It was like there was a piece of iron weighing on my heart, and I became bored with everything in front of me. I just wanted time to pass by quickly and get through that day.

Yuan Huaimin sighed and opened the courtyard door.

In the courtyard, Li Yu was not there, probably in the neighboring courtyard. Because Yi Qianqiu came last night, Li Yu silently moved to the courtyard next door that the two had prepared in advance. He also moved his luggage and the straight wooden sticks he had collected.

Went there, just in case.

Yuan Huaimin wandered around the yard for a few times, his face a little dazed. After a while, he went to the bedroom and took out a few straight wooden sticks from Brother Li from the depths of the cabinet. He lowered his head and played with it, but his mood was a little absent-minded.

of.

In the past, he would have carried the straight wooden stick out of the house and walked around it a few times to show off to his friends in the temple.

Today, Yuan Huaimin is like a rotten eggplant, lowering his head and touching his stick, listless.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door in the empty courtyard.

Yuan Huaimin suddenly trembled, but soon he realized that it was not Qiuniang who was here.

Because she didn't need to knock on the door, she just kicked her.

There is a knock on the door now, not a kick on the door.

Moreover, he had already promised her to go to the celebration ceremony to paint the next day.

Also includes the incident involving Liang Han.

After Qiuniang got the answer, she let him go and no longer forced him.

Yuan Huaimin took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mood.

He stuffed the straight wooden stick under the table again, rubbed his face, and walked towards the courtyard door.

"Who is it? Brother Li?"

There was no answer outside.

Yuan Huaimin walked over with a strange look on his face and opened the courtyard door.

I saw a rickety figure at the entrance of the courtyard.

He seemed to be a short and smart little old man, with his hands behind his back and his back facing Yuan Huaimin and the courtyard gate.

He was wearing more antique clothes than the men of the Zhou Dynasty, including a pair of straw sandals and linen clothes with short sleeves. His back was relaxed and elegant. There seemed to be a scroll hanging on his waist, wrapped in gray linen. The exposed scroll was

It seemed to be made of bronze, which made Yuan Huaimin vaguely familiar.

At this moment, perhaps because he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, the little old man turned around and looked at Yuan Huaimin, who had a puzzled look on his face after opening the door, and looked him up and down.

Inside and outside the door, the two people looked at each other face to face.

The lean old man has a face full of wrinkles and small eyes that narrow when he smiles.

The moment he saw this visitor, Yuan Huaimin froze on the spot as if someone had cast a body-holding spell on him.

The little old man who brought the scroll stood on tiptoes, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said with some emotion:

"It's been a long time, little Huaimin. You've made your mark. I heard that you are now painting paintings for saints. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old."

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