Before dawn, Fu Rong was taken out of the gauze tent by Qiao.

Fu Rong looked at the dim sky outside, and was reluctant, and closed his eyes and complained: "Mom, let me sleep for a while, I won't bother you."

Qiao pressed her on the chair, took the towel from Lanxiang's hand and wiped her face, as if she was treating Guan Ge'er who didn't like washing her face. "You said you wanted to go to Yongtai Temple to burn incense. So far away, we won't leave early. What will the car be hot at noon? Now you're saying it's nice and it's really hot, and you must be the first to complain again."

Fu Rong frowned and let his mother rub it. After rubbing it, he woke up. He snatched the towel and came on his own and secretly spread all his resentment on Xu Jin. He had to put such a big circle when sending a parrot. He also blamed himself for being extremely curious about the parrot, otherwise he would have to do it.

But Fu Rong was still very excited. According to Xu Jin's description, the parrot must be very beautiful.

After simply using breakfast, the mother and daughter got on the carriage, and Fu Chen still rode a horse.

When they arrived at the city gate, Fu Rong slightly raised the curtains. Not long after the city gate opened, the people in thick clothes lined up to enter the city. Some were pushing vegetables, whether they wanted to push them to the morning market to sell them or to the wealthy families, and some were pushing items to make buns and burritos, which were rushing to sell breakfast.

Fu Rong covered her mouth with a veil and yawned.

Mrs. Qiao put down the curtain and whispered to her daughter: "Did you see it? Compared to their livelihoods that they get up early and work late, we can sit in the carriage and burn incense leisurely. Life is simply in the sky and the earth, so we must cherish our blessings and not complain about any small pains."

Fu Rong leaned against his mother's shoulder and said sleepyly: "What my mother said is that my daughter remembers it. Mom will rely on me for a while and I'll make up for it."

Qiao touched her daughter's head, looked at Fu Xuan, who was energetic next to her, and shook her head helplessly.

When we arrived at Yongtai Temple, the morning light happened to be slanted from the east. There were 108 stone steps in front of Yongtai Temple, and only the top several layers were shrouded in the morning light. It was bright and shining like Buddha light, which made this quiet ancient temple even more mysterious and spiritual.

"Didn't you hire a sedan chair carrier?" Fu Rong looked around and asked his brother in confusion.

Fu Chen looked at her disgustedly: "Anyone who comes to Yongtai Temple to worship Buddha and incense has to go up through this stone stairs. My sister wants to be lazy at this time, beware that the Buddha will not listen to you and will give the wish-fulfilling husband to the lady next to her."

"I'm not here to ask for marriage!" Fu Rong glared at him and looked to the end of the stone steps with worries.

Qiao smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go, sincerity will make you feel good. If you delay, the sun will only become more and more prosperous."

Fu Rong had no choice but to obey and deliberately left next to Fu Chen.

After climbing for more than fifty layers, Fu Rong panted and held Fu Chen's arm and stopped: "Mom, let's take a break, I really can't walk anymore."

Qiao's legs were also sore, but she insisted: "No, I can't stop walking. If I can't bear it, I'll bear it even if I see Xuanxuan didn't even say he was tired."

Fu Xuan breathed and shared his experience: "My sister will count from scratch every ten floors, which will be easier."

Fu Rong looked at her sister. The mother and daughter were wearing veils, but the gauze was light and the mountain wind blew, so her sister's little face was obvious.

She can't lose to her sister who is four years younger than her, right?

After cheering up, Fu Rong let go of his brother and climbed up in one go. Qiao was worried that his daughter would fall and call her slower, but Fu Rong refused to listen. In addition, there was a brother next to him, and the spirit of unyielding came up and climbed to more than 80 layers in a row.

"No, no, no, I really can't walk!" Fu Rong's legs were trembling and his breathing was rapid. He felt that the veil cap was blocking her inhalation, so he took off the veil cap and stuffed it into Fu Chen's arms, turned around and sat on the stone steps, and then looked up after he had enough breath: "Mom, I'll..."

She wanted to say that she would never come again next time, but when she saw that the stone steps were almost only five or six steps behind her master and servant who were about ten steps away from her, she was shocked and unable to speak.

When did he come?

After rebirth, Fu Rong imagined thousands of first encounters with King An in this life. Each one must be the most beautiful, and it is necessary to make the man fall in love with him at first sight. But now, because there were only them when he came here, because he felt that there were no outsiders behind him, she sat on the ground without any ladies' demeanor, and her face must be the most ugly red, and even her hair was messy...

Fu Rong stood up, grabbed the curtain and put it on his head, ran up at an unprecedented speed, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the end of the stone steps. There were ancient trees with lush branches and leaves on both sides of the temple gate. Fu Rong covered his chest and hid behind a tree. He didn't have to climb anymore, and all his strength was exhausted. Fu Rong leaned against the trunk of the tree, bit his lips in annoyance, and no longer had the courage to peek at King An.

No one expected her almost escape.

Fu Chen looked at the place where his sister was hiding, then looked at the youngest mother below, sighed helplessly, and said to the young master who was also stunned, "My sister is naughty, so the young master laughs."

Xu Ping had already calmed down when he spoke, and smiled slightly when he heard this: "It's serious. I have a niece who is as casual as Ling Mei."

He was the seventh son of the late emperor. The other brothers fought hard to achieve the final result that when Emperor Jiahe ascended the throne, he had just been full of the month, and he was younger than Emperor Jiahe's two sons. Emperor Jiahe's eldest brother was like a father, and named him "Ping", with the word "Buyang", which means that he hoped that his younger brother would be as gentle as jade in the future, and would be gentle and humble, and not shining or cheerful.

Xu Ping is as eager as his brother, and he is friends with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day. He does not care about civil affairs or interferes in the court, and does not even go to the morning court, and does not go around with any officials in the capital after the opening of the palace. Only when the royal family holds a banquet can he visit as a relative and truly become a leisurely prince.

Everything is not good, but the appearance is extraordinary. When you don’t smile, you are like a breeze and bright moon, which is more warm than Xu Jin, which is not afraid of people. When you smile, you are less friendly than Xu Yan. The faint majesty of the royal family makes people dare not approach easily. In Fu Rong’s opinion, Xu Ping gives people a feeling that is between warmth and coldness, which is a kind of tempting coldness. In the previous life, Xu Yan’s gentleness firmly controlled her. Xu Jin’s coldness had no heart to be close at all. Only Xu Ping was just right, elegant and noble, not so easy to conquer, and gave people hope. It can’t be said to make people feel heart-wrenching.

Seeing Xu Ping and his seemingly ordinary guard enter the temple gate, Fu Rong rushed into his mother's arms in disgrace and annoyed: "Mom, wasn't I so ugly just now?"

Is it ugly?

Qiao thought about it and said that her daughter was flushed and delicate at that time. Not only was she not ugly, but she felt a kind of evil fire in her heart. Of course, she did not catch fire, but she just lamented that her daughter was so charming at a young age. When it came to men's eyes, a gentleman must have evil thoughts.

"It's a bit ugly," Qiao deliberately criticized her daughter and taught her a lesson: "You should not do it like this in order to do it in this way when you go out."

When Fu Rong heard his mother's affirmation, he felt so excited that he could not help but argue for himself: "I don't know there is someone behind me!"

The daughter seemed to be really about to cry, and Qiao immediately comforted her: "Yes, yes, they walk quietly, most of them are ill-hearted!"

Fu Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he looked into the temple and whispered: "Their demeanor is either rich or noble at first glance. Don't say it. It has nothing to do with him whether it is ugly or not. Go and burn incense quickly, there will be too many people in a while." He pointed to the stone steps.

There are indeed a few more figures, including men and women, and they are separated by close or far distances from each other.

Mothers walked in quickly.

Fu Rong looked around quietly for a while and did not find Xu Ping's master and servant, nor did he in the incense hall.

Repent and lost. When he knelt on the cushion and prayed, he looked at the seven-foot-high golden Buddha statue in front of him. Fu Rong silently recited in his heart: Faithful Fu Rong, I hope the Buddha will bless the family with all the best and bless His Highness An didn't see the embarrassing situation of Faithful Girl just now.

After praying, Fu Rong felt much better and followed his mother to the guest room. The next day he made an appointment with Xu Jin, Fu Rong begged his mother to agree to bring her to Yongtai Temple. Therefore, they were given the name of Jingyang Marquis' Mansion, so they could book a separate yard to rest early.

I didn't expect to enter the yard, and suddenly I heard someone shouting: "Get up, get up!"

His voice was gentle but a bit rough, and he was clearly a man.

Fu Chen was furious and quickly stood in front of his mother and sister, and sternly questioned the young monk who was leading the way: "What's going on?"

The monk Zhike was startled and the voice came again, but this time he shouted "Eat and eat". The monk Zhike suddenly laughed, looked at a osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and clasped his hands together and said, "Go back to several donors, there are guests here at the beginning of the month. Because they were traveling far away, they were inconvenient to carry them, so they left the two parrots here and left them to the temple for their care. One of them was talking just now. If the donors were not quarrel, I would put them in another courtyard first."

"No need, just put it here. I like parrots." Fu Rong had a vague guess. He forced his excitement and led his sister to the osmanthus tree. After turning a circle, he saw two bird cages hanging side by side on the branches. The bird cage on the left was bamboo yellow, and the parrot inside was snow-white, pure and flawless. He had tender yellow feathers on the top of his head. There were circles of orange-red hair on both sides of his eyes, which was very cute.

This is not the one who speaks.

Seeing the palm-sized parrot next to him with a beautiful feather as bright as an emerald on his head but a little girl blushing on his neck, Fu Rongxin was about to melt, and couldn't help but take off the hat and look up carefully.

The little parrot also looked down at her, walked around the cage close to Fu Rong twice, suddenly flapped his wings and shouted: "It looks good, it looks good!"

Fu Chen's brows jumped, has this parrot become a sperm? Is it a male?

Fu Rong was very happy, knowing that this was Xu Jin's gift, and asked Zhike Monk: "I like this parrot, can I sell it to me?"

The monk from Zhigu shook his head and said as Fu Rong's smile froze, "The owner of the parrot is a six-year-old donor. The little donor travels with his father. The return date is uncertain. Before leaving, the preface says that if someone really likes this parrot, I will ask my temple to see him off on his behalf, just to ask those who are destined to treat them well."

Fu Rong quickly promised: "I have sisters raising parrots. I know how to raise them and will definitely take good care of them."

The monk from Zhike looked at the two bird cages and asked, "Does the female donor want to take both of them home?"

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment and looked up. Although the white cockatiel was beautiful, she only planned to raise one.

"Does my sister like it? We each one?" Thinking of my sister, Fu Rong suddenly felt a little worried. What should she do if my sister also likes the green little parrot?

Fu Xuan didn't want to: "It's too noisy." She likes reading and writing, and doesn't want to raise such noisy playful pets.

Fu Rong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his mother. Seeing that his mother had no intention of raising her, she said, "I want both of them." She took them back together. Fu Bao might like them and gave them to Fu Bao. When he saw Chen Qing, Fu Mi and others, he said that Fu Bao had to snatch them away, so they couldn't say anything.

The matter of raising parrots was settled like this.

After the Zhike Monk left, Fu Rong excitedly lifted the two bird cages into the main hall and placed them on the table. She held her chin with her hands and stared at the green parrot. She liked it no matter how she looked: "Sister, what name did you say I gave it?"

Fu Xuan didn't want to raise him, so he still liked him, so he sat beside his sister and watched together. "It's rumored that there was a divine bird beside the Queen Mother of the West. Those with more red are called phoenixes, and those with more blue are called phoenixes..."

"Qingluan?" Fu Rong murmured softly, called out a few times, and suddenly hugged Fu Xuan: "It's still my sister who is smart, this name is good!"

After praising him, he shouted at the bird cage again.
Chapter completed!