Jiang Xuening showed her little fangs happily: "Miss Su, you are so kind. You are the first friend I met when I came to the capital."
"Then it's my honor," Su Baoer also laughed, and suddenly pretended to be angry and said: "Since we are friends, why do you still call me Miss Su in a strange way?"
"So, Bao'er."
Su Baoer smiled and said softly: "Then you are... Aning."
Jiang Xuening swallowed as the gentle and melodious voice whispered in his ears.
Both of them admired and cherished each other's appearance.
Jiang Xuening was a bold and bold person. The two of them got together, watched the snow behind the maid's back, ate wine, and discussed who in the storybook was the true love of the No. 1 Scholar.
When Jiang Xuening returned to the capital and tried to find this friend, he couldn't find him no matter how much he asked.
This temple is a place where Su Baoer can find peace of mind and be healed physically and mentally. For a few months every year, she will always find some reason to stay here for a month or two.
Pray for the more than 200 innocent souls and pray for my brother.
This time was no exception. Two months after Jiang Xuening left, she and her people also set off back to the capital.
Time flies, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Su Baoer returned from the mountain temple again. There was a light white snow in the sky, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard all the way.
Finally, the carriage stopped in a forest, opposite where there were countless tombstones.
"Princess, let's hurry up. It's getting late now," Xiao Liu crossed her arms and shrank her neck as if she was a little scared.
Su Baoer said: "After all these years, why are you still a little timid now!"
Xiaoliu clung to Su Baoer, looking around: "Every year, this place becomes more and more deserted and gloomy. Princess, I am timid."
No one has come to pay homage to this place for a long time, and even tree roots have sprouted in the middle of the road.
Su Baoer only felt chilled.
She walked in front carrying a basket, followed by four maids and a dozen guards.
Xiaoliu, who was holding her arm, looked around without paying attention to her steps, and kicked Su Baoer to the root of a tree, causing Su Baoer to stumble.
A woman with sharp eyes in blue clothes on Su Baoer's right hand grabbed Su Baoer.
She glared at Xiao Liu with dissatisfaction: "Liu Yue, can you stay away from the princess?"
"I didn't mean it, princess, I'm sorry."
"You are so frivolous. If the princess doesn't punish you next time, I won't either..."
"Okay Ayun, let's not talk about this for now. Let's burn some incense first," Su Baoer interrupted the two of them warmly.
Ayun had no choice but to glare at Xiaoliu angrily.
Several people followed Su Baoer and laid out the incense and candle tributes one by one, expressing their condolences respectfully.
Then Su Baoer took out a Buddhist scripture, sat sideways on the futon and read it softly.
The gentle tone does not sound like chanting sutras, but like coaxing children, but the children buried here are only a few years old.
After finishing, several people got on the carriage and prepared to return to the palace.
The carriage had just left the woods when an oncoming carriage passed by Su Baoer's carriage.
She opened the curtain and looked out curiously, just in time to see the beautiful paper money piled on the carriage.
Su Baoer said with a smile: "This year is better than previous years."
At the gate of the palace, Su Baoer got off the carriage and got into the sedan chair.
The sedan chair was walking steadily, and suddenly someone seemed to be walking in front of it, and the sedan chair stopped.
"Please greet Princess Zhaoping."
Two voices sounded, one of which was indifferent and very familiar. Su Baoer's eyes flashed slightly, and he opened the curtain with excitement and looked outside.
Xie Wei, wearing a red official uniform, was standing not far away.
The two people's eyes met vaguely, and then separated quickly.
"Who is this lord?" Su Baoer pretended to be confused and looked at the man next to Xie Wei.
"This is Master Xie, Master Xie."
Su Baoer's tone was full of curiosity: "So you are the rumored, unsmiling but talented Mr. Xie who is very popular with the emperor."
Xie Wei cupped his hands and said, "It is Xie's good fortune to be appreciated by the emperor."
Su Baoer's hand groped Mrs. Tang, her moist eyes seemed to be sticky on Xie Wei's body, and she was completely reluctant to move away, but when other people's eyes drifted towards her, she had to move away with a normal expression.
Su Baoer said with concern in a warm voice: "You two should go back home early. It's freezing cold today. You two are often outside doing errands for the emperor. Remember to keep warm and don't catch a cold."
"Princess Lao is concerned."
Xie Wei and the people around him turned sideways, and the sedan chair passed by them. Su Baoer couldn't help but look back at Xie Wei.
He seemed much more haggard than before, the dark circles under his eyes were particularly thick, and his figure was much thinner.
Is he not having a good time alone?
When Su Baoer walked away, Xie Wei, who had been respectfully lowering his head and not looking at Tianyan, then raised his head and looked at the afterimage of the sedan chair leaving.
The shadow of the pink veil was imprinted on his eyes.
How come you can't feel warm while sitting by the fire?
Su Baoer's fiery gaze on him, with concern in her eyes, was more scalding to his heart and lungs than fire. It was so hot that he never dared to raise his head, fearing that his eyes would turn red when he met that person.
