"Brother Jiang, No.

Chen Shu sat down beside Jiang Lai, put himself in the sofa, took out his cell phone, and checked the photos he took today again.

I've watched it several times, and the more I look, the better I look.

The clearer you see, the more beautiful you look.

The more you look at yourself, the more handsome you become.

Meng Chunqiu, opposite, asked, "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for a day today, where have you been?"

"Shinchoji."

"Go to Shinzhengji again?"

"hold head high……"

Chen Shu looked at his phone, zoomed in, and didn't raise his head: "It's not Double Ninth Festival today. I went to Xinzheng Temple to climb a high place to see the distance and enjoy the autumn chrysanthemums."

"Appreciating chrysanthemums? Where can I find chrysanthemums in Xinzheng Temple?"

"Under the White Tower."

"White Pagoda? Isn't that the inner courtyard area? Brother Chen, how did you, a tourist, get in?" Meng Chunqiu was surprised and suspicious. As a royal family, even if he took the royal elders to Xinzheng Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, he would go to the inner courtyard at most and come out after a meal. The white tower is the place where the Bodhisattva practices. Although all the disciples in the inner courtyard can go around under the tower, he has never been there. Recently, it is dozens of meters away from the white tower.

"Brother Chen, you shouldn't brag, right?"

"Brother Chen, is the white tower in your photo?" Jiang Lai glanced at Chen Shu's screen with his eyes slanted.

"Yes." Chen Shu finished answering, and then replied to Meng Chunqiu, "I happened to know a monk from Xinzheng Temple, who took me there."

"I see."

Meng Chunqiu nodded, which was reasonable, and then asked: "Did you plant chrysanthemums under the White Tower? Why do I seem to have no impression?"

"Yes, Muchunyue."

"Muchrysanthemum?"

Meng Chunqiu's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

"On the second day after the First Emperor abdicated, a handful of wood chrysanthemums appeared inexplicably at the door of the bedroom. I don't know who sent it." Meng Chunqiu paused, "We juniors said that someone sent chrysanthemums just after the First Emperor abdicated. This kind of thing was mostly the main body of the Sword Sect sword, and only he could do it..."

Chen Shu moved his eyes away from the screen of his phone, raised his eyes and looked at Meng Chunqiu:

"Is it good for the late emperor to have a personal relationship with the Bodhisattva?"

"This is true. The late emperor and the Bodhisattva of the Tribulation, Chang Pei Daoshou, and the King of Swords, had a good personal relationship. They met him very early." Meng Chunqiu nodded, "I heard that the late emperor was a very easy-going person when he was young, and he had a good relationship with anyone."

"That's how..."

Chen Shu could barely understand it.

It's probably like a group of sand sculptures.

If the subsequent development continues, no one becomes a god or no one has any accidents in the middle, then the group leader who practices the royal spiritual method will definitely die first.

At that time, I was old and experienced, and I was in a high position. Everyone was in awe of you, treating you like a god, and there were not many old friends left, but they were still withering like fallen leaves in the wind, and no one could help but feel melancholy.

Thinking about those things is too far away now.

Chen Shu couldn't help but remember the year when he first came to Yujing. During the Chinese New Year, he lay on Chen Banxia's sofa. He was bored to watch videos at night, and saw the first incense stick of news about the first emperor going to Xinzheng Temple on the first day of the Chinese New Year.

In the picture, the old emperor and the Bodhisattva of Responsible for the Tribulation were walking side by side, walking through the bluestone slabs that had been for three thousand years, passing through the yard, not knowing where to go, leaving only two backs.

It was last year.

At that time, the Bodhisattvas who responded to the calamity were already known as the Buddha in the world, and they rarely went down the white pagoda again. It was in the autumn of that year that the ancestor abdicated.

Chen Shu couldn't help but whisper: "Why should I bring wine to you? Let's get drunk on Double Ninth Festival..."

"?"

Meng Chunqiu suddenly turned his head and stared at him with a dull expression: "Brother Chen, why do you always say it..."

“I didn’t write this either.”

“Who wrote it?”

"Call Meng Haoran."

"Meng Haoran?"

Meng Chunqiu's expression became even more dull.

Isn't that my brother's name?

Chen Shu ignored him, shook his head and put aside his thoughts, continued to look down at his phone, selected a few favorite pictures, and posted a news.

Title caption: The frost and wind are about to turn into Double Ninth Festival, and the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums by the stream is shining.

He glanced at Meng Chunqiu next to him, and he decisively pressed the backspace button, deleted it one by one, and then replaced it with: Chongyang and Qingqing climbed up to see the distance together, and found a good camera position in Xinzheng Temple that others could not find. Thanks to the photographer/Cute

Four landscape photos, four characters.

A photo of a small flower pinching a finger in the middle.

Posted successfully.

It's so tender to pretend.

Especially this cute expression in the end, the finishing touch.

Chen Shu was very satisfied.

Then he returned to Feixin and found Qingqing.

Chen Shu: Are you doing my dried flowers?

Qingqing: It's done

Chen Shu: Secretary Ning

Qingqing: It should be

Chen Shu: Listen to me (continuous expressions) Thank you (continuous expressions) because of you (continuous expressions) warming the four seasons (continuous expressions)…

Qingqing: Find a hospital

Chen Shu:/Silly smile

Chen Shu: I'll send you the photos?

Qingqing: OK

Qingqing:

Chen Shu: [Pictures] [Pictures] [Pictures]…

Gu Kui

Qingqing: Received

Chen Shu: Look at the updates I posted

Qingqing: I saw it

Chen Shu: Like

Qingqing:...

Qingqing: Click

Chen Shu: So good

Chen Shu: I will assign you another homework

Qingqing:...

Qingqing: It's down

Chen Shu: Go and fire up the news too

Chen Shu: Hurry

Qingqing: There are not many people in my Feixin

I want to melt with you for a long time

Chen Shu: Hurry up

Qingqing:...

About half an hour later, Chen Shu saw Qingqing's news.

Secretary Ning should have also selected the picture for a while.

The photo of the fingers pinching the little chrysanthemum in the middle is the same as the four landscape photos he chose, and the four characters are different. If you look closely, the photos chosen by Chen Shu are more prominent, while the one she chose is exactly the opposite.

I have to say that Master Tongdeng shot very well.

Chen Shu withdrew his gaze, turned his head and looked to the side. Seeing that Jiang Lai had new injuries on his body, he asked, "Brother Jiang is going to fight the ring again?"
To be continued...