The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 141 The Marriage Tree

"Then Master Qingyuan thinks, how should we deal with it?" Yan Wenmao asked.

"This talisman is strange, if the two benefactors can trust the old monk, it is better to leave it in Wenzhong Temple. You can get it back after the old monk finishes the ritual." Monk Qingyuan said.

It looks like a treasure, but it is actually extremely greedy.

Luo Chuchu pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, covering her chest with both hands, showing her resistance.

Yan Wenmao glanced at her, unexpectedly did not ask her to take out the amulet, but said: "If you need advice in the future, the two of us will come to Wenzhong Temple to offer incense again."

Monk Qingyuan's eyes flickered, and he desperately wanted the two to stay, but years of experience in dealing with pilgrims told him that he should not press the two of them any more, otherwise things would not be possible.

Luo Chuchu was led out of the Zen room by Yan Wenmao, walked a long way, and broke away sullenly when he reached a forest, and said: "Why are you holding me, believe what Monk Qingyuan said, and just lead him."

Yan Wenmao persuaded: "Then Sikong Jin and His Majesty have only met a few times? It is said that he knows people and faces but does not know his heart. If he has done anything in the amulet, it is unknown."

Luo Chuchu said: "He didn't give me the amulet for nothing, we have an agreement."

It's okay if she didn't say anything, but Yan Wenmao was even more skeptical when she said it, and asked, "What is the agreement?"

"I can't tell you about this." Luo Chuchu turned his head away, "I have a sense of proportion, and there are some things I can't tell you."

Yan Wenmao was silent.

Luo Chuchu said unhappily: "You said you brought me out to play, just to fight in another place?"

"Okay." Yan Wenmao also looked elsewhere, took a deep breath and said, "Then His Majesty doesn't need to take the servant's words to heart."

The two are still holding hands, but the atmosphere is not as good as before.

Seeing this scene, Shi Feng quietly showed his figure beside Luo Chuchu.

"Your Majesty, there is something strange between Monk Qingyuan and Prince Qin's Mansion."

"Huh? Let's talk about it."

Shifeng recounted the conversation heard outside the room to Luo Chuchu verbatim.

"So that person is really mentally ill?" Luo Chuchu thought of Xu Kaihua's irritable and irritable appearance, and remembered that he was still arguing with him, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and said, "Then he is quite smart because of his illness. However, Monk Qingyuan said that his appearance is an external response to the good fortune of Prince Qin's Mansion... Could it be that Prince Qin's Mansion looks normal now but is not normal?"

Shi Feng didn't find a way to peek into the room in a short time, and didn't see what Princess Qin drew, only heard her break down and cry.

"The last time I came to Wenzhong Temple, it seems that Monk Qingyuan told them something, but the price was too high, and they didn't follow through." Shifeng said his speculation.

After listening to all the conversations, Luo Chuchu couldn't help nodding, feeling that she had good eyesight.

"What the purple-clothed beauty said is very reasonable. If you don't believe in fortune-telling, you may have the possibility of changing your fate against the sky."

Miss Ziyi is not only beautiful, but also has strong willpower. I hope she can have a happy ending.

After discussing with Shifeng, Luo Chuchu felt a little more relaxed and wanted to move around.

The other hand was still held in the palm of Yan Wenmao's, and she tugged, but did not break free.Pulling and pulling, still can't break free.

"Huh?" She looked at Yan Wenmao inquiringly, and saw him walking beside him silently with his head down, his face was expressionless, but the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, looking a little stubborn.

Luo Chuchu's heart softened, and she said that fortunately, she is not using Yan Wenmao's uniquely beautiful face, otherwise she might be so fascinated that she would offer the amulet with both hands.

"My lord, my lord Yan, I need to ask you something."

"What?" Yan Wenmao still didn't look at her, but his back tensed quietly, as if he really didn't want to let her go.

"Qin Wangfu seems to have captured one of my people, can you help us investigate?" Luo Chuchu smiled slightly.

In the end, her heart softened, and she shook his hand as comfort.

She really didn't understand why Yan Wenmao's attitude had changed so much compared to before, it was like a completely different person.But she has a soft heart, and she can't cruelly hurt someone who is gentle and kind to her. Maybe this is a common problem of little girls.

There is a saying that being crushed by someone is like sitting by the fire, how can you not feel it?Luo Chuchu could feel Yan Wenmao's complex emotions, like a dormant volcano, the heat was suppressed underground, but what finally came to her was a warm hot spring.

"it is good."

Luo Chuchu didn't speak anymore, it was difficult for her to notice anything in particular, and she was more forgetful, but every time she asked Yan Wenmao for help, the answer she got was "yes".

Sweet and sour emotions emerged quietly, a heart flustered and sour with a sweetness that could not be ignored, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't open it.

As you walk forward, more and more people pass by, most of whom are men and women hand in hand, expressing affection for each other.

"What's in front of here?"

Before anyone could answer, a huge tree with branches wrapped in red string came into view.

"It turned out to be a marriage tree..."

Yan Wenmao stopped, turned around and looked at Luo Chuchu: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Ah, I..." Just now I was wondering if he liked me, but Luo Chuchu couldn't meet his eyes, and whispered, "Go and see what's there."

It was very lively under the tree. Several young monks from Wenzhong Temple set up a stall, and there were some red strings, letterheads, concentric locks, concentric bells and other objects on the stall.

One after another, men and women came forward to put money into the box, and then took away an item, or wrote something directly in front of the stall.

When the two walked to the stall, Luo Chuchu's eyes fell on Tongxin Bell.

This is a pair of connected bells, exquisitely made, carved with peach blossoms, and signed by Wenzhong Temple.

Just as she was about to take it, her other hand touched hers at the same time.

"The two benefactors have a good understanding." The little monk said with a smile.

As he spoke, he handed over a brush dipped in pink ink, and motioned for the two to write their names on the back of the bell.

"This..." Luo Chuchu was a little embarrassed, "Just write one word."

If the names of the two are seen, I am afraid that there will be an uproar.

When Yan Wenmao finished writing, Luo Chuchu's handwriting on the bell was half dry.

The two bells were strung together again, and the young monk gave Yan Wenmao the bamboo pole to hang the concentric bell on the treetop.

"Jingle Bell……"

The breeze blew, the treetops shook, and the two bells collided together, making a crisp sound, and the characters "Chu" and "Mao" could be faintly seen.

Standing hand in hand with Yan Wenmao under the tree, the light pink petals of the ancient tree fluttered like snow and fell lightly, Luo Chuchu looked at him quietly.

But for a moment, Yan Wenmao noticed it, the roots of his ears gradually turned red, and his palms were slightly moist.

The scenery at this time is just right, suitable for future appointments.

But Luo Chuchu couldn't be sure about the future, so he only said:
"This flower blooms just right, and it should last for many years."

(End of this chapter)