The "Snowland Festival" is held in the "Zhexilinka" garden, the attached garden of the "Holy Palace".

Famous theatre groups from all over the world have long been gathered in the "Bali Town" outside "Zhexilinka". Nearly twenty large-scale drama groups have prepared for a year to offer the sacred "Bokedo" and millions of monks and the hard-working people on this land a few days of special happiness and joy.

From the morning, thousands of people flocked into the huge "Zhexilinka" garden, and more than a dozen stages were scattered in various buildings in the garden. The people, monks and lay people each chose the stages they like to watch, and enjoyed the lively and vivid traditional art with relish.

On the largest stage of the "Zhexilinka" garden, there are a group of highly respected elders headed by "Bokedo". On the left side of "Bokedo", there are a group of tourists headed by the resident minister. Because the resident minister Qin Xiaolou had something to come later, his seat was still empty.

Jun Yu arrived at the "Zhexilinka" garden this morning. Before she could meet Qin Xiaolou, she originally thought that Qin Xiaolou must be in the garden, but as a result, his seat was empty.

On the stage, wonderful singing and dancing performances have begun, with the actors singing and dancing in various local costumes. After the singing and dancing performances are over, local theatrical performances have begun.

Whenever I get to the wonderful place, the crowd below will burst into thunderous applause or cheers. It is really exquisite. Even the old lamas who are calm on the stage will have a slight smile on their faces.

Meng Yuanjing wore local clothes and mingled among thousands of people who were immersed in the joyful atmosphere of drama appreciation, but he had no sense of happiness in his heart.

He stared at the boy who was enjoying the drama in the first VIP seat of the tourist platform. The boy sometimes smiled, sometimes applauded, and sometimes frowned.

On the right side of the boy was the mysterious "Bokedo" with a new cassock. Sometimes he looked at the lively juggling on the stage, and sometimes his eyes were inadvertently looking at the boy beside him.

Whenever this happened, the boy would look over inadvertently, so there was a slight smile in their eyes, and then they looked elsewhere.

The crowd watching the show was so focused, and the eyes of the two were so unintentional, so no one would notice it.

However, Meng Yuanjing not only noticed, but also noticed the subtle expressions and eyes of each of the two of them.

He saw the uncontrollable enthusiasm and affection in the "Boctor"'s eyes, and that look was completely the expression that a man would have if he was deeply obsessed with a woman.

As if a hammer hit the heart hard, Meng Yuanjing couldn't help but clenched his fists.

The last drama of today has ended, and "Bokedo" begins to "pray" for everyone.

Meng Yuanjing was standing in the crowd waiting for blessings, and no one would ever look directly at the sacred "Bokedo", but Meng Yuanjing stared at him without blinking.

He looked at "Bokedo" with his hand gently placed on the head of the energetic young man. The boy looked solemn, and the eyes of "Bokedo" were as peaceful as looking at every church member. However, when his hand left the top of his head, a trace of painful reluctance flashed rapidly in his eyes.

Almost at first sight, Meng Yuanjing inexplicably disliked this person, especially the meeting in Hanjingyuan, which made him even more disgusted with him. In the past, he had never known the reason, but now he finally understood.

Meng Yuanjing's fist was tighter, and his eyes seemed to be dripping.

Meng Yuanjing suddenly remembered that more than a year ago, the Lakhan sect sent people to Beijing to report that "Bokedo" did not abide by the rules and wrote several love poems for a mysterious woman - the master of "Qianjimen" came here to secretly investigate for more than half a year to secretly execute the "Beauty's Falls".

All the civil and military officials in the court have seen the power of the "Qianjimen" spies, from the size of your hidden beauty in the golden house or how many red envelopes you receive, or from the smallest wine you drink every day, you will be investigated clearly.

Assassination, bribery, stalking, disagreement, spy, frame... no matter what despicable way you want or can't imagine, they do everything they can.

However, when such a group of fly-like masters came here, they found nothing. They had to present the "reward" of "Bokedo" who loves poetry and prose.

Now, Meng Yuanjing finally understood why they returned in a defeat.

Takusan stretched out his hand to pray for blessings and suddenly became stunned.

He had never seen such an angry gaze flashing in the moment of "blessing".

The owner of the angry eyes sneered coldly: "'Bokedo', it's been a long time."

Takusan calmed down his mind as he looked at the undisguised sarcasm and contempt in his eyes, and finished the ceremony as usual.

Qin Xiaolou's voice then rang out, introducing to Chiba, who was in charge of foreign affairs: "This is Mr. Meng, the Minister of War of the current dynasty. He is Marshal Jun's best friend and classmate of the lower officials. He only arrived last night."

Jun Yu had already retreated and had not seen Qin Xiaolou again. He was about to leave when he heard the voice suddenly. He turned around and looked at it, and immediately said in surprise: "Yuan Jing, why are you here?"

Meng Yuanjing felt sad, but smiled and walked over quickly: "It's too long to be together, I'll see you." Looking inadvertently, the "Bokedo" had left with a group of monks in a row.

"When did you arrive?"

"I went to Xining Mansion first and then to Yushu Town. Lu Ling said you were here, so I arrived. I arrived last night, but you were even more back than me."

Qin Xiaolou walked over with a big laugh: "Yuan Jing said he wanted to give you a surprise, so he refused to come to the tourist platform. Haha, I was delayed by something. I didn't see you when I arrived, and I thought you had left."

Jun Yu was very happy: "Yuan Jing, if I don't look back, I will almost never see you."

Meng Yuanjing looked carefully at this happy face that was as unpretentious as he was when he was a child, and felt a little warm in his heart: "How could it be? I have been seeing you all the time, and I will definitely go to find you if you don't look back. I have to find it until I find it!"

Qin Xiaolou said: "Since we parted in Qiansi Academy, the three of us have not been together for more than ten years. We must be drunk today."

The two of them said in unison: "You are a landlord, so you will naturally listen to you."

"Haha, you two are still as tacit as you were when you were a kid."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The residence of the resident minister was brightly lit, and the three of them talked about the past and present, and drank the local fine wines one by one. Although they were not as good as the traditional wines in the Central Plains, they also had a unique flavor.

Qin Xiaolou drank the most, and his tongue was a little knotted. Later, he was completely drunk on the table. The servant who was serving the side immediately came to help him up and rest.

Meng Yuanjing also drank a lot, but he was always very awake. He looked at Jun Yu's bright eyes and smiled: "We don't have to continue drinking, go and see the night scenery of this mysterious place." He looked out the window, "At this moment, it's probably not the night scenery but the morning."

Jun Yu drank a little less and became more awake. He nodded and walked out together.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and in the distance, the mountains were white. Outside the mansion was a very empty and wide area, with the grass not flat, one piece in the east and one piece in the west, like a scaly patch, while a large shrub in front was very concentrated and neat, and it turned black in the slight morning light.

Meng Yuanjing looked at the distant sky and said lightly for a while: "Before I went out this time, the cabinet submitted a secret note during the morning court, certifying that the 'Master of the World' is a woman."

Prime Minister Zhu has been playing tricks on the ghost for a long time, and it is not easy to instruct someone to report secretly. Jun Yu was mentally prepared and smiled calmly and said, "Is that right? Did you startle me?"

Seeing that she did not ask about the reactions of the emperor and the civil and military officials of the court, Meng Yuanjing asked herself, and was a little surprised and said, "Yes, it scared me. I'm afraid that the whistleblower has ulterior motives."

Jun Yu smiled.

"Zhu Yu and Wang Jun both testify for you, so the emperor ordered that the memorial that was made of nothing would sink into depravity."

"Thank you." Jun Yu smiled, "Actually, I don't care how others guess. I suspect that they will continue to make trouble."

Meng Yuanjing stared at her and said word by word: "No matter how others doubt it, I never dared to doubt it, and even forced myself not to think about it many times, because I was afraid of insulting my best friend."
Chapter completed!