And this time, in the courtyard of Qianli Palace.

Ling Ping squatted on the steps, poking at the grass lonely.

"It's hard to come back to Xili, but you don't even call me when you go out to play, eldest brother and Nuo'er, it's not funny!"

He muttered to himself.

At this time, he vaguely heard the crisp knocking of the bowl in the side hall not far away.

Ling Ping got up and walked over suspiciously, and looked in through the half-open door of the side hall.

The monk who came with Gu Nuoer and the others was sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed.

Kongjue knew that someone was coming in, but he was unmoved.

He was doing his morning class, and all the movements in the outside world could not affect him.

On the contrary, Kongjue believes that it must be a kind of fate for someone to listen to the sound of Buddha by chance.

So he tapped even more firmly with his chopsticks.

Ling Ping walked up to him, looked at him in confusion for a while, and left after a moment.

Hearing the steps of leaving, Kongjue shook his head secretly.

Why did you leave after listening for a while?

Next, he immersed himself more in his mind and meditated on Buddhist scriptures.

I do not know how long it has been.

He suddenly smelled a scent.

The bowl in Kongjue's hand was suddenly poured into a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at his bowl with rounded eyes.

"You, you..." Kongjue looked at Ling Ping who was returning, his teeth almost biting his tongue.

Ling Ping was followed by two little palace maids in the kitchen.

He waved his hand and smiled at Kongjue: "No need to thank you, it should be, little master, these two palace maids have assigned you to order, and you will tell them when you are hungry."

Ling Ping's face was full of empathy and grace.

He lowered his voice: "In the future, if you are hungry, you will say, don't be embarrassed. You keep knocking on the bowl and others can't understand it. Then you will be hungry all the time?"

Feeling the chest tightness and pain!

He calmly said: "The poor monk is not begging for food, but..."

But before Kongjue finished speaking, Ling Ping stuffed a pair of chopsticks in his hand.

"Hurry up and eat, it will be cold for a while. Well, I have something else to do. After you finish eating, just give the bowls and chopsticks to these two palace maids."

After all, Ling Ping put his hands behind his back, raised his robes and raised his legs, raised his head, and walked away dashingly.

Help Noor and Big Brother take care of their friends.

I am really satisfied.

And he didn't ask the other party to thank him, he really hid his merits and fame.

Ling Ping complimented himself in his heart.

Kongjue looked at the direction Ling Ping left, and then lowered his head to look silently at the Yangchun noodles in his bowl.

He reluctantly put the bowl down.

There is really no way to knock, because the noodles are hot!

Of course Kongjue knew that Ling Ping was well-intentioned, so he had to put his hands together and meditate: "My Buddha is merciful..."

…

the next day.

Taking the invitation from Tao Mansion, Gu Nuo'er and Ye Siming took a carriage to Tao Mansion.

In order to facilitate the investigation, they brought Ling Ping along by the way.

The glazed hairpin in Gu Nuo'er's hair is clear and unique. Ling Tianyin specially arranged for a craftsman to make it for her.

In the whole of Xili, only Gu Nuoer has a set of glass crystal headdress.

Ling Ping sighed: "Nuo'er is really favored by the royal father, and when she goes to the Tao family, she will definitely envy all the noble girls."

Gu Nuo'er smiled nonchalantly.

She asked, "How is your relationship with Tao Mansion?"

Ling Ping played with the jade wrench in his hand and replied casually, "General."

"Tao Rong's second son, Tao Rong, used to take a class in Sinology with me, but this person is so naive, I don't like him very much."

Gu Nuo'er rolled her eyes: "It's all said that my son, Father Xiao, might be following the character of Master Tao?"