The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

It's late spring, and spring flowers are blooming all over Kyoto.

A sedan chair with the logo of the Prime Minister's Mansion stopped in front of the Huai'an Temple, and when passers-by looked sideways, a woman got out of the sedan chair.

Inlaid with gold and red dress, she is tall and tall, with a slender waist drawn out by a belt. A smile is on the corner of the woman's beautiful face, and her radiant black eyes swept around gently, shaking a folding fan and stepping into the temple .

A school of romance.

That's...Jiang An?

The female monarch who was pushed aside by the sedan chair and dared not speak out stared at the figure that disappeared at the door, very suspicious that she was dizzy from reading yesterday.

Otherwise, how did you find out that Jiang An has become so imposing?

That is indeed Jiang An.

The female gentleman next to her stroked the crown hat on her head, her face full of disdain: It's outrageous for dignified female monarchs to learn from gentlemen to apply makeup and powder!

His face is so white, his lips are so red, and he is even more beautiful than my husband, I really don't know what to say!

Come on, let's go in too, don't let her rob people again!

Flicking his sleeves, the female monarch went in with the guards.

These two people are none other than Liu Yan, the eldest daughter of an admonisher in the imperial court, and Liu Yu, the daughter of a royal doctor.

Liu Yan imitated his mother's righteousness, and disdained Jiang An's kind of dandy the most. Her mother jumped in the hall and scolded Prime Minister Jiang, and she chased and blocked Jiang An on the street.

If Jiang An dared to rob someone, she dared to beat him.

The two can be said to be deadly rivals, deadly enemies.

In the halls of Huai'an Temple, there was a lot of incense, and common people, dignitaries and dignitaries came and went to burn incense and worship Buddha with incense. As soon as Xihe entered the courtyard, there was a commotion immediately, and the people who brought the prince immediately hid their sons behind them.

A pair of eyes fixed on Xihe, for fear that she would rob someone on the spot.

Xihe...

She raised her eyebrows, bypassed the nervous people, walked around the front hall, and walked towards the backyard of the palace.

Sponsor, please stop, Master Huichen has guests in the courtyard.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, Xihe was stopped by a young monk, Xihe looked at Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi immediately leaned over and whispered: The third prince is here today to meet Master Huichen.

Xihe nodded, and stepped in: Oh, I happen to have something to ask Master Huichen.

The benefactor is not allowed! The benefactor!

The little monk was startled, he stepped forward to stop people and was frightened by Xiao Qi's staring eyes, he could only stomp his feet, turned around and ran to the door and shouted: Master, there is a guest here.

Master Huichen's Dharma is profound and highly respected, and people often come to visit him.

The young monk couldn't stop an arrogant guest like Xihe, so he could only look up to his own master.

crunch,

The door opened, and a young monk opened the door, lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together: Benefactor, please come in.

Little monk:! ! !

Xiaoqi: Huh.

Xihe closed her fan, raised her steps and walked in with a smile.

A strong scent of sandalwood rushed into the tip of his nose, and Xihe glanced at it, and saw that the meditation room was fresh and elegantly furnished, with Buddhist altars, futons, and the old and the young sat opposite each other on the soft couch by the window, and a chessboard was placed in front of them.

Yo, LaCrosse is here too.

Xihe walked over with a smile, pushed the young man inside, and sat down beside him with his robe lifted.

Li Junyue: ...

Xihe looked down at the distinct white and black on the table, raised his hand, twisted the white and pressed it to the blank space, and then looked at the old monk opposite: Master Huichen, I have long admired your name!

Hui Chen's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes also smiled: Mr. Jiang Nu, I have admired your name for a long time.

Xihe couldn't help feeling excited in her heart, isn't she a daimyo? The notoriety spread far and wide, this old monk even made fun of her.