Daqi Ling Pagoda, the Tiangong is widely located.
Xingshan Temple is a continuous stretch of halls, with painted arches carrying clouds, Danchu holding the sun, white jade railings overlapping, and green tiles flying under the cover of towering ancient trees.
Princess Zhao's carriage stopped in front of the temple, and two maidservants in light red skirts helped her out of the carriage.
Toffee is forty years old, but the care is very delicate. Guazi's face is adorned with charming eyes, only the corners of the eyes are wrinkled, and if the thin lips are slightly raised, she must be a wonderful person when she is young.
The former beloved consort of the first emperor was dressed in purple, complemented by bright autumn leaves and yellow patterns, deliberately bringing a hint of youthfulness in the nobility. She cut off the precious headgear, and only had a satin hairpin on her head. When she stepped off the carriage, she seemed to remember something. She also took off the gold-cut armor in her hand and handed it to the maidservant.
Another carriage came immediately behind, and the maid of the court, Pei Yun jumped out of the carriage first, and reached out to help the Emperor Duanyang in the carriage.
Li Songmin was born very much like Princess Zhao, with big eyes and watery eyes, but as a princess, she doesn't need to please others. She is more confident than her mother, and she always carries a careless arrogance in her expression.
Taifei Zhao was waiting for her daughter to come over from a distance. When she saw her in colorful dress and dress, her brows frowned: "Pei Yun, how did you choose clothes for Di Ji?"
Pei Yun was startled and turned back. With a look of Duanyang, Di Ji coquettishly held Taifei Zhao's arm, "Mother concubine, it is the dress I chose. The weather is good today, and it's suitable for going out for a walk."
"Song Min, how many times have you said this, in front of the Buddha, you Lower her posture." She paused, and saw Duan Yang's lazy appearance, touched her eyelids, and said distressedly, "Dreaming again?"
She turned her head and looked for it, and caught a glimpse of Liu Fu at the foot of the distant mountain. The standing figure of Yi, with a slightly dark complexion, held Duanyang's hand and lowered his voice: "The mother concubine has found a solution. Most of the time we were insincere in the past that caused the gods to blame... This time the mother concubine donated three hundred jin. For the sesame oil money, personally kowtow to apologize, you will definitely not have a nightmare anymore."
Duan Yang was full of disapproval, wanting to argue something, and finally gave up.
She followed the sight of her mother Ruoyoruowu, and there seemed to be the figure of a young man standing in the mountains under the blue sky. His back was upright, his sleeves and draped black hair were swaying in the wind, and the figure looked like Banxian.
She also wanted to look curiously. In a blink of an eye, she had already walked to the entrance of the main hall and was pulled in by Princess Zhao. A strong sandalwood scented her face, and the door slowly closed behind her. Princess Zhao turned her face slightly, half of her face falling in the shadow: "All are waiting at the door." The
maidservants bowed their sleeves respectfully, guarding in front of the door in two rows.
The scorching sun has slanted to the west, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, and the pine and cypresses in the temple that shade the sky and sun lightly tremble, making waves like waves. The majestic palace stood still in softness.
The fine light and shadow under the tree fell on Liu Fuyi's face, and he whispered in a nice voice: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in the lotus palace."
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