Going out in the name of offering incense, and going with Aunt Xu, was obviously a cover-up.

In order to climb high and help his daughter do such shameless things, General Zhao was naturally angry.

Fortunately, I thought so much about Zhao Yingxue, thinking that she was my daughter after all, but in the end I didn't care about her love at all and went to find another "better son-in-law".

General Zhao was really filled with hatred: "I am so eager to get into the bed of a noble lady. If the Buddha has a spirit, let them fall to death when they go to the mountain to offer incense."

After saying this, I regretted it. My youngest daughter is from a daughter's family. How could she say such crude words? And life and death, this is not what a girl should know.

"Dad, don't be angry." Xining directly found a chair and sat down, rubbed the stove with his fingers, and asked meaningfully: "They can go, and so can I. Is dad going to let them get what they want, or is he going to let them get what they want?"

Is things going wrong?"

General Zhao was stunned, twirling his thick black beard with his hand...

On the second day, Aunt Xu and Zhao Yingxue took a carriage to Nalan Temple.

Zhao Yingxue twisted Luo Pa's fingers and felt uneasy.

Aunt Xu lowered her voice and comforted: "What are you worried about? It is true that a woman finds a strong man to rely on. Although I am a concubine, look at it, the food and clothing are far better than those of a small family.

House. Furthermore, a concubine is different from a concubine. If you really become the empress of the palace one day, you will be extremely noble. Others will bow to you when they see you, and they will not dare to be disrespectful."

The prince is mediocre, and the official family has long been dissatisfied. Even if the seventh prince is supported by his mother and concubine, strong relatives have been a taboo for generations.

So now it seems that the third prince is most likely to replace the prince and inherit the throne in the future.

Zhao Yingxue's uneasy expression finally softened a lot when she thought that in the future, those famous ladies, concubines, and even those high officials who looked down on her would all bow to her respectfully.

Nalan Temple is located in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing. Most people in the capital go to the national temple or burn incense and pray nearby. Today, only the people from the nearby mountains came. Compared to the crowds of people in the temple in central Beijing, this place is quite quiet.

Zhao Yingxue accompanied Aunt Xu to burn incense and add sesame oil. Aunt Xu stood up, and Zhao Yingxue and Yuanyang stepped forward together, supporting her from left to right.

The abbot of the temple came over, performed a Buddhist salute, and called out the Buddha's name: "Two female donors, please take a short rest in the side room and have some vegetarian food by the way."

He must have known that these two pilgrims gave him ten taels of sesame oil money, and judging from the way they were dressed, they were not ordinary wealthy people. I was satisfied this time, and I will come back next time to build up good relationships.

Aunt Xu also bowed respectfully to the Buddha: "Master is polite, but the disciple is disrespectful."

The host asked a young novice to take them to the side room.

After entering the side room, Aunt Xu sat down and smiled at Zhao Yingxue: "There is no need to accompany me. The scenery here is quite elegant. It is a rare time to come out and take a look."

"Yes." Zhao Yingxue took Yuanyang to the courtyard.

Nalan Temple has also been around for a while. There are many old trees in the courtyard, and there are many bluestone slabs on the dirt floor. It is also kept clean.

But Zhao Yingxue did not come here to look at the trees and flowers. She walked slowly around the courtyard. Today she specially put on a fresh and elegant azure cloak, and underneath she wore a goose-yellow dress with gold and pink embroidery.

It's not that Zhao Yinghong wore goose yellow for her second appearance. She, Zhao Yingxue, is more beautiful in goose yellow. Plus the red plum hairpin she got from the Red Plum Poetry Club will definitely make the third prince's eyes shine.

After walking for a while, I couldn't help but ask the mandarin duck next to me: "Have you told the third prince about the time?"

"Miss, please don't worry, I told you." Yuanyang replied.

But why hasn't there been any movement yet? Could it be that she was asked to wait in the main hall and stick to him when she saw the third prince?

Yuanyang saw Zhao Yingxue's worry and irritability, and comforted him: "Maybe the third prince has something to do and has been delayed for a while. Don't worry, miss. Look at how good-looking the miss is. She is a man. There is no way he won't be tempted."

Also, in terms of appearance, she is top-notch among the noble ladies in the capital. If she had not been a concubine, she would not have even had haircuts at the door, and the matchmaker would not have been able to break through.

But what about the concubine? As for Zhao Yinghong, who is very sick, even if the third prince likes her, he will not marry her as a concubine in order to continue his heirs. Thinking of this, Zhao Yingxue showed a little smile.

A boy trotted over and saluted Zhao Yinghong: "Is this girl the second lady of the Zhenguo General's Mansion?"

Finally here... Zhao Yingxue suppressed her excitement and tried her best to respond calmly: "Exactly, what's the matter?"

Asking the maid to intercept the third prince halfway and tell him that he is coming to offer incense today, what is the difference between this and self-recommendation for a pillow? The servant lowered his head, and although he looked respectful, he could not hide the contempt at the corner of his mouth: "There is a noble man who wants to see the lady, please.

"

Seeing the boy turn sideways and make a gesture of invitation. This boy had been with the third prince before. Zhao Yingxue followed with confidence.

The boy led the two of them to a wing, which was the most remote wing of the temple. He stood at the door, moved away, folded his hands in front of him, lowered his head and said nothing, obviously not planning to go in.

Zhao Yingxue glanced at Yuanyang. Yuanyang understood and let go of the hand holding her.

Zhao Yingxue opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he walked in, the boy quickly closed the door. He looked at Yuanyang and whispered: "You have nothing to do here."

Yuanyang didn't dare to stay. After thinking about it, he turned around and left to report the news to Aunt Xu.

After entering the room, Zhao Yingxue saw the third prince with his back to her and facing the wall, as if he was admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

In such a small temple, where would there be any good calligraphy and painting? What is hung on the wall is just a lot of currency used to repair the wall.

I saw the third prince dressed in purple, with a fine white jade belt wrapped around his waist, and a golden dragon crown on his head. He was already tall and tall, but now he looked even more noble.

"Sometimes your life is in your own hands. Think about how much hardship my mother had to endure in order to get ahead. You are not as good looking as your mother back then. Sometimes you have to risk your life to get what you want."

"It is true that a woman finds a strong man to rely on. Although I am a concubine, look at it, the food and clothing are much better than the main wife of a small family. Furthermore, the concubine is different from the concubine. If

If you really become a queen in the palace one day, you will be extremely noble, and everyone else will bow to you when they see you, and they will not dare to be disrespectful."

Aunt Xu's words had been repeated over and over again in her heart... Zhao Yingxue was heartbroken and pulled the knot of the cloak rope under her neck. The bow was opened, the cloak was untied and placed on the table next to her.

Zhao Yingxue then saluted the third prince and said in as sweet a voice as possible: "His Royal Highness the third prince."

The third prince had heard the movement a long time ago and was waiting for the other party to salute first.
Chapter completed!