The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

She thought she was dreaming, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and found that it was still a white day.

Are dreams so real now? There is even the feeling of a breeze!

"woke up?"

A gentle voice came from above her head, and she turned her head slightly, only to realize that she was wrapped in a quilt by Di Xingchen and hugged in his arms, while beside her, Grandma Di, Aunt Xu and Xiao Li all smiled at her.

The sound of bells ringing in the distance reverberated across the entire mountain, solemn and solemn, surrounded by ancient buildings dominated by yellow and white colors.

Xia Wei'an looked at the crowd blankly, and Aunt Xu immediately said with a smile: "Young Madam, before you woke up before departure, the Young Master wrapped you up tightly with a quilt, carried you all the way up the mountain, and walked up a thousand ladders. hours."

Xia Wei'an immediately flushed with embarrassment, hurriedly got down from Di Xingchen's arms, and squeezed his arm distressedly, "I must be exhausted from holding him for so long, really, why didn't you wake me up."

She reproached in a low voice, and hid herself on the side of Di Xingchen, ashamed to look at other people's expressions, it's really embarrassing!

"It's okay, seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I can't bear to disturb you." It was the first time Di Xingchen saw Xia Wei'an blushing, and he thought it was extremely cute, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"Let's go, let's go in quickly." Grandma Di saw that the young couple was affectionate, and Xia Wei'an was embarrassed at the moment, so she kindly called everyone to leave, leaving space for the two of them.

Xia Tian really hated standing still, Aunt Xu grabbed her hand and half dragged her in.

Seeing that they all left, Xia Wei'an breathed a sigh of relief, the hot feeling on his face subsided a little, his heart was both sweet and distressed, and the strength to help Di Xingchen became more gentle.

"The next time something like this happens, you can't spoil me like this. What if you spoil me?"

Looking at her shy look, Di Xingchen couldn't help reaching out to pinch her flushed and tender face, and said, "I just want to spoil you so that you can't leave me."

He was talking about love in a serious manner, and Xia Weian's face was reddened by his words, and she couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Even if you don't get used to me, I won't leave you."

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The temple has not yet opened, and the gates will not be opened until their incense sticks are burned.

Xiao Li went to buy a few sticks of incense and carried them in on his shoulders. The incense was thick and tall, standing on the ground a head taller than Xia Wei'an.

"Young Madam, this is called Burning High Incense. Since it is the first incense, it is natural to burn it grandly and with sincerity." Xiao Li explained to her while handing the incense to her.

Xia Wei'an took it, turned around and sent a look of help to Di Xingchen, so the two burned a stick of incense together, Grandma Di and Aunt Xu, and Xia Zhen and Xiao Li.

After burning the incense, the door opened, and the crowd rushed in. Xia Wei'an and the emperor's grandmother entered the Buddhist hall together to worship the Bodhisattva.

Kneeling on the futon, a little novice came over with a stick. Xia Wei'an saw Grandma Di shook one, so she closed her eyes and shook one sincerely. She hoped that the Bodhisattva would bless her and Di Xingchen to be healthy until they turn white. Love and love will never leave.

A bamboo stick was shaken out and hit the ground with a crisp sound. She picked it up and saw a line of traditional Chinese characters written on it, which she didn't recognize, so she took it to the monk who released the stick at the door.

The monk who released the lottery was probably in his fifties, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. When no one was around, he closed his eyes and meditated, forming a world of his own.