After risking his life to save his life, he

walked through the chariot courtyard, and in front of him was the North Alley of Xiangguo Temple. Yan Qing suddenly turned around and said to Jiang Weiren, "Brother Jiang, do you want to meet?"

"A meeting?"

She asked him eagerly. He smiled and

said , "Don't you know? There are many Fang family magicians in the North Alley of Xiangguo Temple. They can do anything to control the house. Some of them are good at fortune telling and they say they can tell fortunes!" In the meantime, the two of them had arrived in the North Alley. When he came with Yan Lan in the past, what he disdained the most was what these sorcerers said. He dismissed them all as charlatans, and of course he would not meet them.

Yan Qing was curious in his heart, but Jiang Weiren just let everything go. The two of them found a stall where they met each other. The old man who met each other looked up at the two of them and blurted out: "What did you hit today, little old man?" Great luck, meeting such two noble people!"

Yan Qing didn't take these words to heart, thinking that this person must say this to everyone he meets in order to attract business.

She first asked the old man to give Jiang Weiren a face. After a cursory look, the old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Young Master's face is that of a capable minister. Needless to say, he will be very prosperous in the future, but he will inevitably fall when he rises. I'm afraid there will be some twists and turns. "

Yan Qing found it quite credible when he heard the term "capable minister". Although Jiang Weiren's official position is not obvious now, who knows what he will be like in the future. If he is released for a few years, he can be transferred back to Beijing. Go to the responsible department.

When it was her turn, the old man stared at her blankly. Jiang Weiren frowned and was about to say something when he heard the old man sigh and say, "Young lady has only four words for a young man with this face."

Yan Qing waited curiously and saw the old man slowly opening his mouth: "It's priceless..."

When he asked again, the old man refused to say anything more, only saying that the secret must not be leaked. Seeing Jiang Weiren take out his money bag, the old man shook his head and said: "When ordinary people come to meet you, naturally the better their fate, the more money I will receive. But with the fate of the two of you today, I dare not accept this money. "

Jiang Weiren insisted on paying, but the old man refused to accept it, and even said that if he accepted it, he might lose his life.

Entering the temple, it turned out that there was a huge flow of people, including women, children, old and young. Fortunately, the temple was open and could be spread out.

On the glazed towers on both sides, the breeze blew, and the wind duos hanging under the eaves of each floor began to jingle. In front of the pagoda, pots of peonies are spread out, including Yao, Huang, Wei, purple, robes and yellow, all of which are as beautiful as brocade and clouds.

Such scenery is no stranger to Yan Qing, and the Peony Festival is similar every year. She led Jiang Weiren to admire them all the way. Of course, his understanding of these colors and varieties was far less than hers.

But he was a good student. She talked enthusiastically all the way, and he listened very carefully, as if listening to the heavenly voice. As Yan Qing spoke, she turned around and met his eyes directly. At this moment, it was clear that there was only her reflection in his eyes, nothing else.

As we walked along, the sun gradually got brighter. Although it was still late spring, after being exposed to the sun for a long time, a thin layer of sweat still appeared on Yan Qing's forehead. A few strands of hair were stuck to the side of her ears, and her cheeks were even brighter. It is a tender rouge color that has been exposed by the sun.

If she had known earlier, she would have come out wearing a curtain hat. Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt that there was a hint of coolness on her head. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Weiren standing behind her, opening his wide sleeves to cover her face. overhead.

His eyes were as usual and he didn't say a word, as if this action was natural.

Because he was tall, holding his sleeves up for her was just right, but raising his hands was always tiring. Yan Qing pointed to the place in the distance where the crowd gathered and said to him: "There are sheds set up there, Brother Jiang, let's go over there."

There is indeed a row of sheds set up in front of the pagoda in the distance, which is the Xiangguo Temple. The abbot was worried that it would rain on the day of the Peony Festival, so he specially ordered the temple to set up sheds for everyone to take shelter from the rain. Unexpectedly, not only did it not rain, but the sun shone so brightly. The shed is used to provide shade for tourists.

The shed was securely built and surrounded by fences, and there was a young novice inside who poured tea for everyone.

When Yan Qing and Jiang Weiren entered, there were already many people in the shed. They took the tea cups offered by the young novice monks and wanted to take a rest.

What they didn't know was that the door of Xiangguo Temple was already blocked. More and more people were pouring into the temple. When the weather got hot, everyone naturally wanted to go into the row of sheds to cool off.

Because it is expected that there will be many people coming to enjoy the flowers, the sheds built in the temple are very large and can accommodate hundreds of people each. However, when there are more people, it is inevitable that there will be crowding, and disputes will easily arise due to pushing and shoving.

Yan Qing and Jiang Weiren were inside and had no idea what was going on in front of them. They only saw a commotion. However, Jiang Weiren, because of his height, could see at a glance that the two people arguing in front had started to fight.

The shed itself was crowded, and there were fences around it. The two people in the shed started moving regardless, and the people around them also became confused. The people behind couldn't see clearly what was going on, so they pushed forward regardless. Someone was pushed to the ground, and the people behind stepped on him without seeing clearly. A woman screamed, "He's dead! He's been trampled to death!"

Yan Qing didn't know what happened, but Jiang Weiren's face suddenly changed. Changed, he pulled her into his arms without hesitation, trying to steady his body among the panicked people on the left and right.

Yan Qing was in his chest. When she raised her head, she could only see his slightly raised chin. She felt that his body tensed due to nervousness, and he moved her with difficulty in the crowd.

Jiang Weiren wanted to take her to the exit first, but the people in the shed were in panic and pushed the surrounding fence. The bamboo poles supporting the colorful shed were also pushed apart, causing the roof of the shed to sway from side to side. He was about to fall down, and the people around him quickly ran out, but those at the back like Yan Qing had no time to escape.

Yan Qing could hear the squeaking sound of the bamboos on the roof of the shed swaying. She was about to ask Jiang Weiren in panic what to do now, when she saw the roof of the shed pressing down like a shadow.

Before she could react, she was knocked down by a huge force. Without hesitation, Jiang Weiren stood up and covered her. At the last moment, he protected her head in his arms with his hands.

The roof of the shed was made of bamboo poles as thick as a bowl, and the linoleum on top was covered with thick thatch. They were pressed down together. Almost in the next moment, Yan Qing clearly heard the sound of those heavy objects hitting his back. His whole chest There was a violent shock, and Yan Qing was scared to death.

She couldn't imagine what kind of impact he suffered. It was just a short moment, but it was extremely long. Countless dust was thrown up when the shed roof fell, and people screamed in the distance. Her head was protected by him, and there was something in her eyes. He couldn't see it, only his ears could hear the powerful heartbeat in his chest.

Tears welled up from his eyes, and the warmth sank into the clothes on his chest, spreading a little, but he didn't seem to notice. Yan Qing heard him coughing hard, and then asked in a weak and hoarse voice: "Qingqing, are you okay?"

It was him who was in trouble. A bamboo pole hit the back of his head directly, and the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division When people came and rescued the person, Yan Qing saw the blood on the corner of his mouth. She was safe, but she saw him fall down after taking a few steps.

He was seriously injured. When Yan Qing went to see him, he smiled and said that he had been in bad luck in the past two years and was prone to many disasters and illnesses.

"It's my fault this time," she lowered her head, her voice choked, "It's because of me that you were hurt so badly..."

She didn't cry, but her eyes were as red as a little rabbit.

"I was the one who said I wanted to go to Xiangguo Temple." He smiled laboriously.

But she looked at him very seriously and said: "Brother Jiang, in such a critical moment, you shouldn't ignore your own safety. If you have bad luck because of me, how can I forgive myself?"

The little girl had a solemn expression, her dark eyes were filled with glistening water, and the tears she was holding were about to fall. She was so sad and sad that it made people's hearts melt.

There was a clamor in his heart, wanting to hold her hand or wipe her tears, but she had a marriage contract, how could he violate it.

After all, she was out of reach for him.

He suppressed the sourness in his heart and smiled softly at her, "Back in Jiangling, Princess Cheng was your sister. Why were you willing to help a stranger you had never met before?"

Yan Qing did not expect that he would never know what happened back then. Remembering it, he lowered his head and said: "That time was nothing, you don't have to take it to heart..."

How could he not take it to heart? He smiled bitterly, looked at her and said: "Qingqing, do you know that even though I was dismissed by the imperial court? I was awarded the title of Shujishi to enter the Hanlin Academy, but after my father's accident, I gave up the idea of ​​entering the capital..."

Yan Qing was a little shocked. She still remembered that he once said that her father's long-cherished wish was for him to obtain the title of Shujishi. He has always been known as the "preserver prime minister". Many people dream of it. It is also an opportunity that he has gained after many years of poverty, but he would rather give up.

"Are you afraid that becoming the king will be detrimental to your family?"

Jiang Weiren nodded, "My mother is just an ordinary commoner woman, and all members of the clan are unknown. I will not let them go if I become the king of Jingcheng."

Yan Qing's eyes dimmed slightly, thinking about how angry and desperate he must have been when he heard the bad news about his father. His enemy was a member of the royal family, so what could he use to compete with the prince.

"But my mother scolded me when she found out about my decision. I know she didn't want to hinder my future..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of darkness in his eyes.

I will never forget that before my father’s death, my mother whipped him on the back with a bamboo stick while tearfully scolding him for being unfilial and forcing him to go to Beijing as scheduled to earn his future.

He refused to let go until the bamboo strips were severed, and the clothes on his back were soaked in a bright red color. His mother fell down beside his father's coffin, covering her face and crying bitterly.

Later, someone came to the Jiangling Mansion Office and said that Mr. Yan Ge had invited a scholar from Jiangling to come over and talk about it.

Yan Yongnian, the second assistant in the cabinet, held a high position of power. Even King Cheng had to give in a little bit. He also presided over the scientific examination. According to the old practice of Dayu, the examiner was the mentor of the scholar at that time.

"That day when the veteran left me alone, those words were so enlightening. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Only if you plan for it slowly can you have a chance of winning... If there is no future, what can I do to protect my loved ones?"

He looked at her slowly. He said, "After leaving Yan's Mansion, Prince Cheng's Mansion also knew the news. There was a rumor in Jiangling that Mr. Yan Ge had a special regard for me and wanted to make decisions for me. Although it was a rumor, Prince Cheng was also afraid of it. I then made up my mind to enter the capital. This It is indeed a small matter for you and Mr. Yu Ge, but it is not for me..."

The girl in green clothes under the eaves of Prince Cheng's Mansion, and the pair of brocade heavy shoes behind the screen in the hall of Yan's Mansion, are as smart as him, so they can naturally guess the whole story. .

It was just a thought of kindness from her, but it was the light that shined into his life at the darkest time in his life.