A few days after Song Po Zi and sent Dad Song to the treasure, the Liang family decided on their day. Wen Wan learned the exact time from Song Wei and asked someone to send Song Jiao back the day before.

This ceremony is not complicated. Song Jiao just needs to hand over his Geng Tie to the matchmaker to take it away.

Despite this, Erlang's wife cooked a large table of delicious entertainment matchmakers.

Three days later, the man's family combined his horoscope and sent Liang Jun's Geng letter to Song Erlang's house.

Erlang's wife took the Geng letter and asked someone to divine, saying that the eight characters were combined with six characters, and the couple had no objection. After Liang's mother sent someone to send a token, the marriage was decided only after this.

Song Jiao returned to the Song Mansion and took a walk with Wen Wan for a walk when she had nothing to do on weekdays.

Wen Wan asked her: "You didn't have any conflicts with your sister when you went back this time, right?"

Song Jiao recalled Song Qi's performance these days and shook her head, "No, I don't know why. She seemed to have changed. When she saw me, she no longer spoke with thorns. She also took the initiative to tell my mother that she would keep Duobao at home and take care of her so that her parents could go out for business with peace of mind. At first, I was worried that she would put her ideas on my younger brother, but after observing for a few days, I didn't find anything. I think she might have been forced to take the initiative to 'return to the right' by those rumors."

Wen Wan asked with a smile: "Have you heard all those rumors?"

Song Jiao felt a little embarrassed, "There are so many people who have been spreading it. I accidentally heard it on the street when I came back. Why, does Aunt Third know too?"

"I heard something." Wen Wan didn't plan to tell Song Jiao that was set up by Song Wei.

"I don't know who it is, but this kind of rumor suddenly came out. However, although it was vaguely spread, it was quite a favor for Qi Qi. Seeing that she regretted, I will be able to get married next year."

At this point, Song Jiao suddenly remembered someone and looked at Wen Wan: "By the way, Aunt Third, can I come to see me off when I get married?"

She also knew that Song Yuanbao had not had much free time since he followed His Highness, but on the day of marriage, someone had to carry her out, not to mention that even if it wasn't for someone to carry the bride, she hoped that the whole family would be there on the day she got married.

Wenwan met the little girl's hopeful gaze and smiled, "Don't worry, I will tell him in advance and let him prepare to come back."

Song Jiao thanked him, "Actually, there is no need to prepare anything else. I am very satisfied if my brother can come to see me off."

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The one who was named and wanted to be married is now hiding in Yutang Palace.

Emperor Guangxi invited Master Xuyun to the palace to preach scriptures and treatises every year, and this year is no exception.

Early in the morning, Zhao Xi went with the will of Emperor Guangxi.

The unmarried princess and palace concubines, as well as several princesses from the royal family, and the only prince was Zhao Xi.

Song Yuanbao did not go, and the strict rules of Your Highness was not here. He rarely had a lazy job and asked Zhixia to get a pot of wine.

Zhixia stood at the door without moving, and conveyed Zhao Xi's original words, "Your Highness gave instructions before leaving, you should not drink for Young Master Song, otherwise..."

Song Yuanbao leaned on the Taishi chair with his head on his back and looked at her, "Otherwise, what?"

Zhixia hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "Your Highness said that Young Master Song has bad alcohol content and he talks nonsense as soon as he gets drunk. It is best to quit drinking from now on."

Song Yuanbao: "No... I said your highness even has to worry about this? I am a normal man, and I am not going to become a monk and ask me to quit drinking. I am too shameless, right?"

Also, when did he get drunk and talk nonsense?

After hearing his complaint, Zhixia spoke out: "There is a fruit wine that the empresses love to drink, do you want it?"

Song Yuanbao rolled her eyes, "I won't drink that thing, pour me tea."

Zhixia hurried into the door and brought him tea, saying, "Your Highness gave instructions before leaving. Young Master Song would either draw the picture or copy the Qingxin Sutra a few times. Your Highness would check it after listening to the master's lecture."

Song Yuanbao rolled his eyes and asked her, "What picture?"

Zhixia shook her head, "I don't know."

"Will it be a knot? You don't know what picture you want to draw, how could I know? As for the Qingxin Sutra..." Song Yuanbao said, and got up and touched a stack of clear heart paper under the bed in the inner room, and threw it on the table, "Here, I'm done with the task!"

Zhixia looked at the head and saw that the Qingxin paper was full of the contents of the Qingxin Sutra. She exclaimed, "This..."

Song Yuanbao wiped his hands, "Little guy, I knew he was going to mess with me, take it, this is what I saved up every time I was punished to copy one more."

"Young Master Song, you are cheating." Zhixia didn't dare to accept it. Intuitively, Your Highness would definitely recognize it.

Song Yuanbao didn't care, "Anyway, he only said that he asked me to copy it, but he didn't say when to copy it. Please read it carefully. Which word on it was not copied by me personally?"

Seeing that the little palace maid was still embarrassed, Song Yuanbao grabbed Chengxin paper and stuffed it into her hand, and said mysteriously: "I'll go out for a walk, don't tell your highness, I'll bring you good things when I go home next time."

After almost two years of coming, Song Yuanbao was very familiar with all the servants of Yutang Palace. Every time he went home, he always brought them some food that was not in the palace.

Zhixia was greedy and swallowed, "Then, the young master, go and go back quickly, otherwise your highness will find you running away when you come back, it will be miserable."

Before he could finish his words, Song Yuanbao had already left Yutang Palace.

Originally, based on his relationship with Zhao Xi, I could go today by listening to the Dharma, but Zhao Xi's words meant to be blocked.

At first, Song Yuanbao thought it was nothing. Anyway, he was not interested in such boring occasions at all. It would be nice to be lazy in Yutang Palace, but he just remembered that the person who entered the palace was Master Xuyun. Master Xuyun was a Taoist monk in Fahua Temple. Su Yaoqi was practicing in Fahua Temple and was also a disciple under Master Xuyun. That person was most likely to come with him.

Zhao Xi probably didn't want him to meet Su Yaoqi, so he didn't let him show up.

After Su Yaoqi became a monk, Song Yuanbao never saw him again. He was curious about what he had become now, and planned to go around the Chonghua Palace where the master was to see if he could meet someone.

It just so coincidental.

As soon as Song Yuanbao slipped to the pool near Chonghua Hall, he saw Su Yaoqi coming from the other end.

He had already shaved the scar on his face, and was wearing a red ancestral robe. His steps were steady, slow and slow, and he looked straight ahead.

It seems that I just came back from the cottage.

Song Yuanbao hid behind the flowers, picked up a small stone and threw it at him.

The stone hit Su Yaoqi's back. The other party noticed it. He stopped and looked back. He saw no one. He glanced at the small stone on the ground and quickly pulled his eyes back and continued to walk forward.

Another small stone hit Song Yuanbao.

This time, the other party seemed to have no idea, looked straight at the eyes in front of him, so calm that he was completely different from the Su Yaoqi that Song Yuanbao remembered.

Seeing that the other party was about to step into the hall gate with one foot, Song Yuanbao didn't plan to tease him anymore and showed up on his own initiative, "Hey, Su Yaoqi!"

Hearing the sound, Su Yaoqi stopped and slowly turned his head. When he saw clearly that the person was Song Yuanbao, he clasped his hands together and said Amitabha Buddha, "The little monk's Dharma name is Shikong, I wonder what is important to this donor?"

Song Yuanbao met his Wubo Wulan's eyes and suddenly felt unfamiliar, "Aren't you practicing with your hair? Why did you have a slaughter?"

Su Yaoqi replied: "Mencius should be pure in six senses."

“…”

When he was practicing with his hair, he might still have a little attachment to the world, but when he cut the hair and put the scar on the ring, Song Yuanbao could no longer see any distracting thoughts in his eyes.

The pure and thorough conversion to Buddhism seemed to suddenly widen the distance between them.

"That means, you will never have a chance to return to secular life again, right?"

Su Yaoqi looked calm, "I decided to enter Buddhism back then, but the little monk never thought of returning to secular life."

"But……"

Su Yaoqi clearly had a pair of parents who held him in his hand and felt sorry for him. Except for his parents, other brothers and sisters also regarded him as treasures.

Song Yuanbao personally thought that although Duke Su was not very good, he was very attentive to his son.

He couldn't understand why Su Yaoqi insisted on becoming a monk.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanbao still asked: "Do your parents know that you have ordained?"

He didn't believe that the Su Guild nodded and agreed to let his son be ordained.

Su Yaoqi was silent for a moment, and then said with a clear voice: "When you should know, you will naturally know."

Song Yuanbao deliberately teased him, "Then aren't you afraid that I will tell them?"

Su Yaoqi looked up at him, shook his head slowly, "It's okay."
Chapter completed!