The rest of the journey was very peaceful, and I didn't encounter any assassinations.
Yan Xiaomo did not quarrel with Xiahou Dun and lay down in the carriage to sleep.
Sleeping was much more fun than quarreling.
When they arrived at Baiyun Temple, all the monks inside personally came out to receive him, and Yan Xiaomo raised his chin slightly.
Since he is the emperor, he should have the attitude and aura of an emperor.
Not to mention that the aura is very strong, but at least it cannot be ignored by others.
Baiyun Temple is on the top of the mountain, and you have to walk up it yourself the rest of the way, without transportation.
Yan Xiaomo looked at the long stone stairs with a trace of melancholy in his eyes.
The road seemed to be endless.
"Are we going to walk up there?"
Yan Xiaomo frowned slightly.
She was wearing a dragon robe.
The dragon robe was a little dragging on the floor, giving it a dragging feeling.
"Otherwise you can still use Qinggong to fly up."
Xiahou Dun said with a joking smile, got off the carriage, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward first.
Yan Xiaomo looked at Xiahou Dun's back and could only follow him.
Yan Xiaomo walked this section for nearly half an hour.
When she reached Baiyun Temple, she was out of breath.
She was so exhausted.
If she had known she was so tired, she shouldn't have worn such a floor-length dragon robe.
It felt like she was carrying thirty kilograms of rice.
Yan Xiaomo wiped away the sweat, looked at the three golden words on the door plaque of Baiyun Temple, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The air is filled with a mellow sandalwood.
This kind of sandalwood is unique to the temple.
It smells very good.
"Amitabha, Your Majesty, General, please come inside."
The host bowed slightly towards Yan Xiaomo and Xiahou Dun.
The expression on his face was indifferent, giving people a feeling of being aloof from the world.
I don’t know if all monks are like this.
Yan Xiaomo secretly thought to himself that in his own perception, it seemed that all people who were aloof from the world had expressions of no desire or desire.
Xiahou Dun nodded and walked towards the temple.
Yan Xiaomo followed Xiahou Dun closely.
"Finally it's here, a little later than I expected."
A purple figure slowly turned his head, with a calm expression, and his eyes had already fallen on Yan Xiaomo.
"Lord Ming"
Yan Xiaomo shouted in surprise, she didn't expect to see Ming Shiyin in this place, and he seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
Was he waiting for her here specifically?
Yan Xiaomo thought secretly in her heart.
Seeing Ming Shiyin's mood improved inexplicably, it felt like the sun was shining through the clouds.
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty."
Ming Shiyin bowed towards Yan Xiaomo as a monarch and his minister, his eyes falling gently on that white and tender face.
I heard that she went up to the mountain yesterday to correct the memorial for a long time, but her face looks pretty good today.
"We are all our own people, so we can be spared some of these things."
Yan Xiaomo waved her hands.
What she hated the most was the set of false etiquette.
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This set of false etiquette was not good at all.
She didn't like it very much.
But in the eyes of ancient people, this complicated set of etiquette cannot be abandoned.
"This matter of praying for rain has nothing to do with you.
Why are you here?"
Xiahou Dun was also deeply surprised to see Ming Shiyin here.
Didn't Ming Shiyin always dislike coming to temples?
Someone had previously suggested that the imperial master should pray for rain on behalf of the late emperor.
The late emperor thought this was a good idea, but in the end Ming Shiyin rejected it.
Once Ming Shiyin refuses, others will not dare to say anything, because he is in charge of Tianqi's future destiny. oshow7: