Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

After walking up the long bluestone steps, Jiang Sile touched her waist and found that she was not as tired as when she first came.

When Jiang Sile thought about it carefully, she realized that in the past year, she had been either riding horses or having fun.

This day was much more cheerful than she had been in Daxia, and there were more activities in it.

For example: riding a horse.

Although this is not a physical exercise, riding a horse for a long time places high demands on the rider.

Did she become so strong without realizing it?

Jiang Sile couldn't help but laugh in the autumn wind. The silver bell-like laughter was like a memorial to the autumn day, so sweet and refreshing to listen to.

At the entrance of the red door of the temple, there are several young novices serving as welcoming monks.

The six-point ring scars on their round heads are very conspicuous, but these little novice monks have lively eyes and pious brows, and they look cute and amiable.

No wonder Qingyang Temple lets these young novices guard the door to know the guests.

A Yishi rubbed Jiang Sile's waist, which made her feel much more relaxed instantly.

She smiled lightly and took A Yishi's hand again, and the two laughed in tacit understanding.

A Yishi walked up to a young novice monk and asked politely: "Is your Master Yuanli, who presides over it, in the temple now?"

The young novice took a wary look at this man who seemed not to be trifled with, and he said softly: "The host is still reciting sutras in the main hall."

A Yishi put his hands together, bowed his waist slightly and said, "Please, little master, lead the way."

The little novice monk glanced at A Yi and then at Jiang Sile, who was smiling behind him.

There was a faint blush on his face, and he said: "Two donors, please come with me."

With that said, he took small steps forward, leading the way for Jiang Sile and the others.

The road from the temple entrance to the main hall is now paved with white cobblestones. Although I feel slightly uncomfortable walking on it, the sound of the cobblestones is very clear.

As long as people walk up there, there will be a crisp sound of moving pebbles.

When they arrived at the main hall, the three of them stood at the entrance of the main hall. They saw only a faint cigarette smoke inside the main hall. The heavy Buddhist incense made Jiang Sile start to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

After bringing the two to the entrance of the hall, the little novice clasped his hands together again, bowed slightly to the two, and walked out quickly.

The crisp sound of the pebbles can be heard again.

The first person who saw Jiang Sile and the two at the door was not the old host, but the monk Yuanyi, whom they were also familiar with.

It was the talkative monk who had gathered around last time when he was following Ayi.

Monk Yuanyi was originally chanting sutras with the old monks in the main hall, but he could never bear his temper. While he was knocking on the wooden fish, he used his peripheral vision to catch the two people at the door.

The more he looked at them, the more familiar they became. He couldn't help but turn his head, and upon closer inspection, he saw that they were indeed the two former nobles.

After reciting this sutra in his mouth, Yuanyi couldn't sit still.

He stood up and walked towards Jiang Sile.

When he saw the two of them, he first clasped his hands and bent down to salute. Then he couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked: "Two...noble gentlemen, what is going on?"

Now that he had met an acquaintance, A Yishi had no intention of keeping it a secret. He said softly: "We are still waiting for the abbot to see the abbot."

Yuan Yi nodded slightly, and then said: "The poor monk will take you two to the guest room first, and then call the senior brother to meet you, okay?"

Ayi looked at Jiang Sile, and Jiang Sile nodded slightly, which was not bad.

Seeing the two distinguished guests nodding, Yuanyi led them to an empty incense room attentively. "Both nobles, please wait quietly for a moment while I go call the host..."

With that said, Yuanyi clasped her hands together, saluted again and left in a hurry.

Jiang Sile continued to look up at the room. The decoration in the room was simple, with only a table, four futons, and a small couch in the northeast corner of the room.

The house is kept extremely clean and dust-free. Someone should be cleaning it every day.

The two waited not long. After a while, there were footsteps outside the house.

Someone opened the door, and Master Yuanli hurriedly walked to the two of them.

"Two distinguished guests are here. The old monk has come to welcome you from afar..." The monk's words were extremely polite.

"Master, there is no need to be polite." Jiang Sile said softly and kindly.

Yuanli sat down on the futon opposite the two of them, facing Jiang Sile.

After Yuan Yi closed the door, she also sat down next to Yuan Li, facing A Yi Shi.

"You two are here..." Yuan Li lowered his eyes, the wrinkles on his face showing his age.

"Just to try again, that candle of yours..."

Jiang Sile looked at Yuan Li and smiled softly: "It shouldn't have been destroyed yet, right?"

Her last note is hooked, but it has a hint of threat or coercion, which makes people dare not take it lightly.

"Of course..." Yuanli looked around, his old eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

After inspecting the surrounding area, he carefully and slowly took out the milky white candle with some grayish cyan color from his sleeve.

Yuan Li put the candle on the candlestick on the table, then looked at Jiang Sile again and said, "Has the donor thought about it?"

Yuan Yi and A Yi also looked at Jiang Sile. Jiang Sile was very decisive. Now that she had decided, she had decided to try again.

She whispered: "Light it up."

Jiang Sile's face was calm, showing no emotion at all, as if she was not afraid.

But Ayi Shi, who was sitting next to her, frowned and asked hesitantly: "After one stick of incense, I will put it out."

This time Jiang Sile turned his head, smiled and shook his head, and said slowly: "Don't worry, just trust me this time."

After saying that, Jiang Sile looked at Yuanyi, nodded slightly, and motioned for him to light the candle.

The old monk pursed his lips, but finally nodded to Jiang Sile. A match was struck across the candle, and the huge flame lit the candle. The pungent smell hit him again.

This time, everyone except Jiang Sile quickly and skillfully covered their mouths and noses, and looked quietly at the woman sitting firmly on the futon.

Jiang Sile just sat there calmly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but if you observe her pupils carefully, there is another person's reflection reflected in them.

Just when others began to frown and doubt that the candle had any effect, Jiang Sile slowly opened his mouth.

"You're not dead?"

Everyone looked at her. She tilted her body slightly and seemed to be talking to someone.

Yuanyi's hand covering her mouth tightened, this strange scene happened again, as if it was reappearing a year ago.

Opposite Jiang Sile, stood Princess Anle, who had won the war with the senior time traveler. She was still so beautiful, and Jiang Sile looked at her as if she were looking in a mirror.