The old Tie said, "Master, the two people are still out, but they didn't move much, they just walked around the palace."

She hurriedly put down the curtain, but felt that King Rui’s gaze fell on the tent, and his voice came faintly, “The two servants won’t do anything, but just in case, Jing Ping must stay here tonight. one night."

She responded. Although she is from modern times, it does not mean that she is used to staying in a room with men other than her husband in the middle of the night.

But she understood his thoughts, if something happened at night and required Rui Wang to come forward, a "Rui Wang" must go out of this room.

"Uncle Tie, my white robe..."

"Master, Uncle Tie knows your heart best, knowing that Miss Qingling likes you to wear it, and it has been put in the carriage long ago."

It was Jing Ping who answered the question, with a respectful tone but a distinct smile.

"Presumptuous." Rui Wang scolded lowly.

There was no hint of reprimand in the voice.

Qiao Chu smiled, her heart still slightly darkened, she did not expect to hear such words from this man. It sounded like a hint of humbleness.

He would also care about these, whether he likes that person... But why does Qing Ling avoid him?

She felt a little pain in her heart.

"Shangguan Jinghong." Hearing footsteps towards the door, she suddenly stopped him.

"You can tell Jingping if you have something."

His voice was slightly impatient, and his footsteps did not stop.

She said lightly: "I can only tell you about this."

"Master," Old Tie whispered, "The girl and... are waiting."

The leader did not hear clearly who Lao Tie was waiting with, he lowered his voice and said that she could not hear clearly.

But she knew very well that they didn't regard her as their own.

Between wry smiles, I heard Rui Wang lightly say: "Leader, half tea time."

"Yeah." She responded and said in a low voice: "Master, that's a little story."

Outside the book, King Rui seemed to be startled, and sneered: "Sorry, this king has no time to listen to the story of the princess."

"It only takes a quarter of tea time."

"Master Alice, it's not like a slave listening on behalf of the master, and the slave will give it to the master when he comes back--" Jing Ping said softly.

"Shangguan..."

"Say!"

Rui Wang interrupted her coldly, her voice tense and angry.

"It's the story of the princess and the soldier."

The leader opened his eyes and looked at the top of the tent. After thinking about it, he simplified the story and said, "A soldier fell in love with a beautiful and proud princess. He showed his favor to the princess. The princess said, if you can stand guard outside my house, Stand for a hundred days day and night, and I will be yours."

"The soldier is very happy, although it is not easy, but he got the opportunity after all. He stood guard outside the princess house day after day, standing, sun and rain, sleepless, no matter how tired or painful, he persisted. So until the ninetieth day, the princess would look at him every night."

She paused and heard him ask coldly, "What happened later? He stood for a hundred days and got what he wanted?"

Outside the tent, his slightly ironic voice fell, and he became particularly quiet, with only a few faint breathing sounds.

"No, after standing on the post for the ninety-ninth day, he left there."

"Isn't it only one day away?"

It was Jing Ping who made the sound, he made a sudden detour, his voice was stunned and shocked.

"Yeah, it's only one day away." She smiled, "Master, the story is over, be careful on the way."

*****

At night, Feitian Temple.

This temple, dedicated to the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas, has always had a flourishing incense.

It is adjacent to the streets with the Xia, Ning Er Wangfu and Qin General Mansion.

A few young novices who finished their evening classes walked out of the backyard of the main hall, but were pushed back into the temple by the two uncles outside the door, locked the door of the back hall, led a few people back to the front hall, and whispered. Saying that there is a distinguished guest here tonight, don't come out to disturb the cleanliness, just go back to your bedroom from the front yard.

So, in the backyard courtyard, a few winter trees, a stone table, and a few stone chairs were quiet.

Tea sets are already on the table. There are five cups.

Soon, a silver bell-like laughter sounded softly.

"Yo, Buddhism cleanly, how can two donors act intimacy?"

Two veil-covered women walked in through a small arch on the side of the courtyard.

It was one of the young girls in a light yellow shirt, who walked to the stone chair with the blue woman beside her. The object of her conversation was a pair of young men and women who walked through the small arch opposite.

The man is handsome, the woman is the show, the man's hands are clasped on the woman's waist, and the two are intimate.

The four of them were sitting on several chairs and chatting softly.

After two cups of tea, the girl in yellow whispered: "Why hasn't the eighth master come?"

The man smiled and said, "He is a newlywed Yaner, but who has the idea to come out tonight."

The green-dressed woman beside him glanced at him, covered her mouth and smiled: "Husband, what are you talking about? You have lost Qinger, if Baye blames--"

She said and looked at the woman in blue, "Qing'er, don't speak for him."

The blue-clothed woman chuckled softly, "Do as my sister tells you."

The man's eyes lighted up, "I don't believe that Old Ba has only Qinger and no me in his heart."

When the girls heard it, they were startled, and all laughed softly. The girl in yellow took a few mouthfuls and lifted the veil.

Everyone seemed to be very familiar with each other, making a few teasers, never talking about secrets and important things, but stopped talking, and started to discuss each other briefly.

But there is no barrier.

After another cup of tea, the girl in yellow was leaning on the shoulder of the woman in blue shirt and suddenly became alert, stretched out her hand to copy the tea cup on the table, threw it at the winter tree in front of the arch, and drank coldly, "Who, get out !"

The green-clothed woman frowned and teased her husband, but the man still smiled and said lightly: "In the temple is my man, and outside the temple is guarded by the stunned officials, and Qing'er is his woman. His people are so unhelpful that even his own woman can't protect him. I won't sit here today and have tea with you, laughing stubbornly, and making friends with unhelpful people. It's boring."

"A friend comes from afar, that friend, come out."