The prince is very fierce

Fenglingdu is nearly five hundred miles away from the mouth of the Danjiang River, and Wudang Mountain is right on the edge of the Danjiang River. Xu Buring naturally had to go there in order to bring Dabai and Manzhi back.

After leaving Laolongshan with Nightingale, it was still more than two hundred miles away from the Danjiangkou. Mrs. Lu took a boat down the river, and she was probably already there.

I originally wanted to gallop to Danjiangkou, but not long after I left Danfeng County, God wept and rain poured down.

Braving the heavy rain, they rushed to the small village near Jinsi Gorge, but because it was not on the main road, there was no inn for merchants to rest. Xu Buring was not used to troublesome local families, so he and Nightingale went directly to the small temple outside the village to hide. rain.

Dayue respected Taoism as the state religion, and Buddhism was not prosperous in the Central Plains. The small temple in this remote place had fewer pilgrims due to the change in officialdom, so it naturally became abandoned.

In the afternoon, it was raining heavily outside the small temple, and the roof was still leaking. The Buddha statues inside the small temple were too old, and it was hard to see what kind of Buddha they were worshiping. However, there were still some burned incense in the incense altar in front. The villagers should often come to worship and keep it fairly clean.

Xu Buling took the blanket from the side of the horse and spread it out in the small Buddhist hall. Then he and Nightingale gathered around and rested under the Buddha statue.

The air was getting colder in late autumn. Nightingale was slender, so maybe she felt a little cold, so she leaned directly on Xu Buling's arm, shrank her legs, put a small book on her lap, and wrote and drew seriously:

"...Sir, have you read "Shan Jing"?"

Xu Buling leaned under the Buddha statue doing nothing, holding the end of the big braid and sweeping it over his face:

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas? Hmm... I've read some..."

"There is a beast in Qingqiu Mountain, which looks like a fox with nine tails. There are records of vixens that can eat people. But I read in those miscellaneous books that many scholars came to Beijing to take exams and stayed overnight in ruined temples. You will meet a vixen, and you will... well, just like the young master and Sister Xiang'er... Oops~"

Xu Buling raised his hand and tapped Nightingale on the head:

"Books are written by scholars. The things you imagine will come to you as you feel comfortable."

Being beaten by the young master and unable to fight back, Nightingale sighed and stopped talking. She put the notebook away, folded her arms and squinted her eyes to sleep for a while.

Nightingale's parents died working for the palace, and they would definitely not treat her badly since she was a child. Living in the palace is more valuable than the ladies of many families. She has never been out of Suzhou City since she was a child. This is the first time she has slept in the wilderness, and she is a bit unaccustomed to it. .

After leaning on Xu Buring for a while and unable to fall asleep, Nightingale shrank down a little and rested directly on Xu Buring's thigh, lying upright. Maybe she had innocent intentions and was not shy at all.

Xu Buling lowered his head and looked at the juicy little maid, a little funny:

"Am I the young master or are you the young master? Are we on the opposite side?"

Nightingale folded her hands on her belly and sighed:

"Young master said that I am thin and uncomfortable to lean on."

"You're not very young, but you still hold a grudge."

Xu Buring raised his hand and pinched the bridge of Nightingale's nose, then let her go.

Nightingale leaned against her for a moment, but she was still not sleepy at all. She opened her big eyes and looked at Xu Buring's chin:

"Sir, you have stayed in Chang'an for two years. Have you ever heard stories that are not in the library?"

Xu Buling thought about it for a moment:

"I've heard some."

"Tell me about it."

Nightingale took out her small notebook again and prepared to write it down.

Xu Buling took out his folding fan, looked like a scholar named Lao Xiao, and began to tell a story in a low voice:

"Today, the young master will tell you about "Water Margin"..."

Xu Buling told stories vividly to heighten the atmosphere. As a result, his mouth was dry and the little girl lying on his lap had no reaction at all. He also corrected many mistakes quite seriously. For example, there was no "Song" dynasty in history. What kind of hero is it to kill a tiger with bare hands?

Xu Buling said that it was imaginary history and did not refer to reality. Nightingale still shook her head and said that if this story were told, there would definitely be criticism from many people who thought they were right even though they had not read a few books.

Just like this, you said something to me, and in the end the story was distorted and turned into a discussion about military affairs and methods of calming the people. Xu Buling did not come from a major, and he could not be compared to Little Nightingale who was well-read and had the guidance of the royal family's staff.

After discussing it for a long time, but before they could come up with a result, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the small ruined temple.

Tap tap tap—

The two stopped talking at the same time and looked at the source of the sound.

Xu Buling picked up the long tree on the ground and leaned it against the Buddha statue. He looked at the wall and followed the sound until he reached the door of the Buddhist hall.

It was still afternoon, and it wasn't dark outside yet, but there was heavy rain and black clouds, making it look gloomy.

As the footsteps stopped, a figure appeared at the door. She was wearing an aqua skirt and a blue and white top. A small package hung on her shoulder. Her hair was tied into a flowing bun, and a hairpin was inserted into her hair. Between the buns, the pearls on top were still swaying when she stopped.

Seeing that it was a woman, Xu Buling was a little confused and looked carefully, but he saw that the person had snow-white skin, a pair of fox-like eyes, a small cherry mouth and slender eyebrows, and her age could not be seen. In terms of beauty, she might not be inferior to Xuan and Bakui. If If you insist on talking about the difference, it may seem a bit too charming. Even if she is very elegant and elegant at this time, she still exudes some seductive smell that attracts males from the inside out, making people unconsciously whisper to themselves, "Could this girl come from a brothel?" of? ’.

Nightingale sat up, glanced at it, and then whispered: "Master, the vixen is here, should I avoid it first?"

Before Xu Buring could speak, the woman standing at the door glanced at the ruined temple and saw two people sitting inside. She was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed. She held an umbrella and wanted to leave, but she just looked at the pouring water outside the eaves. Heavy rain, slightly hesitant.

"Sister, there is no shelter from the rain around. We are not bad people."

The woman was carrying a small package and stood outside the ruined temple. She hesitated for a moment and looked back, as if she was trying to decide whether Xu Buling was a good person or a bad person.

Xu Bu Ling was dressed as a scholar and had a little maid with him, so he certainly didn't look like a bad guy who had done evil.

The woman nodded slightly and saluted, put away her umbrella, walked into the ruined temple, and sat down in the corner at the other end. She was a little wary in front of strangers, and looked out the window from time to time, as if waiting for the rain to lighten up. Keep walking.

Although Xu Buling was a little confused, this place was originally near the official road. It was sparsely populated only because the official road was deserted. It was not strange for a pedestrian to pass by occasionally. The only strange thing was how a beautiful and fragrant woman could walk alone.

You should be wary of old people, children, and beautiful women in the arena, and "a gentleman will not bully a dark room, but be careful when he is alone." Even if the other party is just a weak woman, Xu Buling will not be able to do anything evil. Bian Sheng didn't look at it at the moment and continued talking to Little Nightingale.

The three of them just sat in the ruined temple. It was getting dark and the rain was pouring but it didn't mean to stop.

The woman glanced at Xu Buling a few times, then picked up her umbrella and looked at the heavy rain outside, feeling a little worried.

Xu Bu Ling thought for a while and then stood up:

"Nightingale, let's go."

Nightingale didn't say anything. She stood up, put away the blanket, and walked out with Xu Buling.

There was a bit of embarrassment in the woman's eyes, and she spoke for the first time:

"Sir, girl, there seems to be no inn around. How can I make room for you when I come back? You can continue to rest."

The voice is light and soft, and it is like a spring breeze that matches Ning Yu, but it is completely different from others. It has a sense of intimacy from the inside out, which makes people feel good as soon as they hear it.

Xu Bu Ling paused. He didn't want to take Nightingale out to get wet in the rain. Seeing that the other party didn't mind, he walked back to sit under the Buddha statue, took out a candle from his bag and lit it, smiling brightly:

"The girl is quite courageous. How can she run out alone when it's raining heavily?"