Xu Xian thought hard and couldn't understand why Southern Tang's envoys were targeting him. After all, he was just a small figure in front of the palace, and there was no reason for him to be the target of Southern Tang's attempts to win over, alienate, or assassinate.

That’s right! It must be the lyrics!

Later generations all know that Li Yu was the top poet of the Five Generations, but they don't know that his father Li Jing was also an excellent poet, but his attainments were not as high as Li Yu's and he was not known to future generations.

It must be that the lyrics he "composed" before spread to Jinling and were appreciated by Li Jing. This time, while the mission was on a visit to Kaifeng, people came to look for him. Maybe they came to ask for some more good lyrics, and even invited him to the Southern Tang Dynasty to write poems.

Official, Han Zaixi and Feng Yansi will accompany him to drink and write lyrics.

"That's right! It must be like this!" Xu Xian slapped his thigh heavily, but then he thought about how that "little official" of the Southern Tang Dynasty clearly knew his identity, but why didn't he mention it?

Could it be that he doesn't trust him because he works in the Palace Department? Xu Xian nodded secretly and said to himself, "Yes, that's probably the case."

"Xu Xian!" There was a scolding in his ear. When he looked up, he saw Guo Wei looking at him with a stern face and saying, "What are you doing when you are so startled? If you are not paying attention, you will peel all the bamboo shoots."

Xu Xian came back to his senses, quickly put down the few bamboo shoots left in his hand, stood up and replied: "Weichen was really distracted just now and had something on his mind."

Old Mu Tou curled his lips and said, "I'm probably thinking about Fu Yanqing's little girl again."

"Only those who are worthless spend all day longing for women! Get out of the palace and come back when you've had enough!"

"Here!" Xu Xian cupped his hands and seemed to have escaped out of the back cabinet.

Guo Wei's mood has been very unstable recently. It is probably because his illness attacks from time to time and he is not feeling well, so it is better not to hang around in front of him.

After leaving the palace, Xu Xian was about to return to Kaifeng Mansion. After all, he still had a part-time job there. Before he arrived at Kaifeng Mansion, he saw a familiar carriage on the road.

Xu Xian was overjoyed. He took a copper coin and threw it through the curtain of the carriage. Then a head popped out of the window. It was Xiaodong, Fu Liying's personal maid. She stared with her big eyes and was about to curse, but she saw Xu Xian.

Xian smiled again and retracted his head.

The carriage stopped slowly. Fu Liying got out of the car and said to the lame old soldier who was driving: "Uncle Niu, Xiaodong and I are going to Xiangguo Temple to offer incense and then buy some things. You first go to Kaifeng Mansion and meet Princess Jin."

Report it."

"Why is Qiniang going to burn incense? If you want to buy something, I can just go and buy it."

"Suddenly I remembered that the princess had a miscarriage before. I am going to the temple to ask for a peace charm for her to protect her pregnancy. The things I want to buy are all for pregnant women. It is not convenient for you to go there. Just give the princess the things your mother bought.

Send it over there, it’s still waiting to be used.”

"Okay! Qiniang will go to burn incense first, and I will give something to the princess, and then I will go to the temple to find you." The old soldier flicked his whip and drove the carriage to Kaifeng Mansion.

Fu Liying walked towards Xu Xian with a smile, "Isn't Dutou on duty in the palace today?"

"Accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. I said the wrong thing and was kicked out. Instead of raising pigs for the emperor, I would rather accompany you to burn incense."

"Then it will be a headache!"

The two of them walked side by side to Xiangguo Temple while talking. It was hot at noon, and there were not many pilgrims in Xiangguo Temple. It didn't take long for them to take their turn.

Xu Xian gave the money for the sesame oil, and Zhike Monk took the two of them to the Main Hall. Xiaodong took a long incense on the table, lit it, and handed it to Fu Liying.

Fu Liying held the incense in her hands and knelt on the futon, muttering something in her mouth: "I hope the Buddha will bless the sixth sister to keep the fetus in her belly, give birth smoothly in the future, and my parents will be safe and healthy."

The monk Zhike took the long incense from her hand and put it on the incense burner. Fu Liying fell to the ground and bowed three times in a row, showing great piety.

She was about to stand up after praying, but three more sticks of incense were handed to her. When she raised her head, she saw Xu Xian smiling at her and saying, "The little lady only prays for her parents, and the sisters pray to the Buddha, but they forget to ask for something for themselves."

"What are you asking for?" Fu Liying asked subconsciously, but as soon as she said the words, she understood what Xu Xian was referring to. Her face turned slightly red, but she still took the incense in her hand, "Please look aside and don't disturb me."

"Hehe... Okay, I won't disturb the little lady." Xu Xian stood aside from a distance, and saw Fu Liyingru offering incense and bowing before, and then the Zhike monk handed her a lottery box.

Fu Liying held it in his hand and shook it for a few times, then a bamboo stick fell to the ground. He picked it up, and the monk Zhike stretched out his hand and said, "Please go to the back hall to interpret the bamboo stick."

Seeing Fu Liying turning to look at herself, Xu Xian smiled and said to her: "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Even though she came through the soul, Xu Xian still didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. This was just a way for him to flirt, but she forgot that Fu Liying believed it.

Fu Liying followed Zhike Monk to a corner of the back hall, where an old monk with a white beard was snoring lightly and dozing off.

Zhike Monk reached out and patted him to wake him up, "Master Huiyuan, wake up, please give this little lady a sign."

Xiaodong handed the bamboo stick to the old monk and patted a handful of copper coins on the table. "I'm sorry to trouble you, Master!"

The old monk took the bamboo stick and looked at it, "It's the number 82 (forty-two)!" He put the bamboo stick aside, took a dirty booklet, and flipped through the pages with spit, while others watched.

Everyone was worried for him.

It took a long time for the old monk to say: "I found it! Female donor, please look at the signature book. It is written clearly on the booklet, 'The road to the mountains and rivers is rugged, and I have traveled all over the world in my life. It takes a lot of effort to cut stones and search for rivers, and it is even more useless to get good gold and jade.'

"

The old monk let out a long sigh and said, "You see, the young lady is a lady and should be well-read in poetry and books. How can I ask a poor monk to explain it to you word for word? This is a sign!"

There was no need for him to explain, Fu Liying had already glanced at him, and before the old monk finished speaking, her face turned pale.

Xu Xian waited for a cup of tea but Fu Liying didn't come out yet. He was about to go to the back hall to take a look when he heard the sound of soft footsteps in the back hall and saw Zhi Ke Monk accompanying Fu Liying out.

Xu Xian joked: "Young lady, you have read the fortune teller. Did you say that you and your sweetheart are a match made in heaven?"

"I won't tell you!" Fu Liying smiled coquettishly, "Let's go, take me back to the government office."

"Aren't you going to go shopping? I also want to take you to buy some rouge, gouache and the like."

Fu Liying shook her head slightly and said, "It's really too hot. Let's talk about it another day. Uncle Niu is coming to look for me soon. It's not good for him to see me."

"Okay, I'll take the young lady to the government office."

The two people left Xiangguo Temple and headed for the Kaifeng government office. Unknown to them, an old monk in the Main Hall hurried to the main hall with a bamboo stick. When he saw the Zhike monk, he said: "It's empty, the one who interpreted the lot just now."

Where’s the little lady?”

The monk who knew the guest replied: "He has left!"

The old monk stamped his feet and said, "Uncle, I just woke up and was a bit dazzled. I looked at something wrong!" He pointed at the bamboo stick and said, "This bamboo stick is the thirty-two (thirty-two) bamboo stick, not the eighty-two bamboo stick! This

It’s a winning draw, not a winning draw.”

"Ah! You shouldn't have gone far, my nephew will go after him now!"
Chapter completed!