Rebirth is back for you

Jing Ran pushed open the door, and the fragrance of grass and trees in front of her was refreshing. Jiang Baixi and Mo Ge were still sitting in front of the bamboo table at the door.

She thought for a while, turned back and opened the window before walking out again.

Jiang Boxi drank water from a cup, and looked at her by the way, "I'll treat you as if you went in and you won't be able to get out."

Jing Ran condescendingly looked sideways, picked out the last candied fruit that Changsun Qimu had been eating just now, and fed it into his mouth from the few candied fruit left on the table, and then said casually, "It's not that you're sleepy, why don't you go to sleep?"

With her careless movements and tone, Jiang Boxi angrily pulled all the remaining candied fruit in front of her, and stuffed one into her mouth indiscriminately, glaring at her, "Is there anything else in your eyes besides that wooden man... hiss……"

Jing Ran took a leisurely look at Jiang Boxi's abruptly frozen face, and felt relieved to see her twisted face.

With a chuckle, she kindly handed Jiang Baixi a glass of water, put her elbow on her shoulder and bowed her head, "Elder Sun Qihao said something to me the day he was captured. Guess what it is?"

Jiang Boxi spat out the sour candied fruit and paused to drink water. Jing Ran patted her on the shoulder, "Relax." Then he continued: "He said, if I don't die, he won't be able to sit still for a day." Get on that chair."

"My good sister, tell me, what does he mean by this sentence?"

After Jing Ran finished speaking, she straightened up, looking down at Jiang Boxi in a leisurely manner.

Jiang Baixi Taohua rolled his eyes, scrutinized Jing Ran's incomprehensible expression, and said vaguely, "That's what it means."

"What does that mean?" Jing Ran asked back, refusing to be fooled, and at the same time made a gesture of listening attentively, "Tell me, if he knew that there was you in the dark, would he still focus on getting rid of me? Then everything will be fine.”

Jiang Boxi was quiet for a while, then suddenly rubbed his wrinkled face in annoyance, and said in a bad tone: "Why don't you force your wife to ask, why should the prince be responsible for everything!"

Jing Ran snorted, and slapped Jiang Baixi on the head, without any strength, "So you don't only see her now, how can you still have me as a sister? Whether you secretly send a letter or form an alliance, In addition, everything discussed is done behind my back, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet, you dare to talk to me all day long, brat."

Jiang Boxi was more or less unconvinced at first, but now he was slapped down by Jing Ran, and he could no longer rub his head in aggrieved manner without saying a word.

Seeing that she was being honest, Jing Ran snorted again, walked out of the eaves, and said lazily, "It's really three days without fighting, and the house will be exposed."

Jiang Baixi was so angry that he was about to die, watching her Qingjun's back melt into the rain, and cursed in a low voice: "I don't know who this dead woman is following. What are you doing so smart all day long!"

Mo Ge got up helplessly, rubbed her head and pulled her up, "Let's go, go to sleep."

The eldest grandson Qimu in the house opened his eyes and heard the footsteps of the two, one after the other, which gradually disappeared. His head, which was looking straight at the top of the curtain, suddenly turned and buried in the pillow.

The days of recuperating passed extremely quickly. In the words of Jiang Baixi Yinongyue, time flies, and the moon flows like water.

Ten days later, as if the drizzle that had been lingering throughout the spring would finally stop, Jiang Baixi bathed in the warm sunlight of the courtyard, danced and said: Such a beautiful scenery, we must celebrate it.

The corners of Mo Ge's eyes twitched, and he stepped forward to stop her more embarrassing actions, took the suffocated little animal, turned to Jing Ran and grandson Qimu who were on the corridor, and asked, "Princess Nine, Prince Jing, can I help you?" Take Axi out for a walk, do you want to go together?"

"Let's go together!" Jiang Boxi poked his head out from behind Mo Ge, grinning like an animal, and said, "Finally, the Hundred Flowers Festival has passed, and now it happens to be the Temple Fair in April. Today we will turn to a How about setting off tomorrow?"

The eldest grandson Qimu turned his head to look at Jingran, although his face was usually indifferent to everything, but how could Jingran not know that her girl likes these little things the most.

She thought about it seriously, led the others down the steps together, and said to Jiang Boxi and Mo Ge: "Now the emperor master in Southern Xinjiang may still be in Drunken City, let's not get separated."

"What Laoshizi's emperor teacher, isn't he just playing Gu." Jiang Baixi snorted, and several people walked out together, "If he appears to be a demon, the prince will chop him up and feed Gu."

Jing Ran glared at her usual unreasonable expression, "Because of that Gu, father and mother have only followed him around all these years, but they have never been able to get rid of him. Similarly, if we meet him face to face, will he have no scruples?" The earth has a deadly hand on us, but we can't kill him. The slightest difference is a thousand miles away, and we will drop our hands after going back and forth."

"What's more, even though we knew that he was in Drunken City, we have not found his whereabouts in the past ten days, which shows that his ability cannot be underestimated." Jing Ran listened to the faint bustle coming from the street outside voice, added another sentence.

Jiang Boxi muttered a few words in a low voice, and in an instant, she seemed to be blown away without a trace. Jing Ran turned her head and glanced at her, and the few of them didn't speak again.

When we arrived at Menmen Street, the crowds were indeed bustling, and the noise was endless, and the level of excitement was no less than that of the Hundred Flowers Festival at night to worship the Flower God.

"Right now, the whole world is full of busy farming seasons. This drunken city is good. The people come here one after another, and I don't know if they will all go to eat soil together at the end of autumn." Jiang Baixi turned sideways to avoid the crowded traffic The flow of people, the tone can not help but be a little staggering.

Mo Ge pinched her, "Drunk City is famous for its wine making skills, and its fine wine is priceless. Now the whole city stores all the aged wine, let alone take out ten altars. The food that can be exchanged is enough for the whole city to eat for a hundred years."

Jiang Baixi twitched his lips, and his peach blossom eyes became deep, "So such a small city, with strong soldiers and powerful horses, and wealth that rivals the country, how can it not be an anomaly."

"And the person behind the command of such a city, how can he be an ordinary person."

Several people knew what she meant, but tacitly did not continue this topic, Jiang Baixi raised his head and looked around, raised his voice and said: "Most of the people are going to the west of the city, and there is a Town God's Temple over there, go and have a look? "

Although she had a questioning tone, she rose straight up after speaking, and flew away without looking back.

"..." Mo Ge reluctantly got up and followed.

Changsun Qimu turned his head and asked Jing Ran, "How much has your martial arts recovered?"

Jing Ran looked at the direction Jiang Boxi was leaving, and said, "Seventy percent."

The eldest grandson Qimu didn't speak any more, but very consciously put his hand into Jingran's.

Jing Ran chuckled, pulled her up as well, and floated towards the west of the city.

Jiang Baixi had disappeared, and the hillside on the west side of the city was crowded with people, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds from several temples on the top of the slope, and the sound of chanting scriptures and singing was endless.

The entire temple and a nine-story pagoda in the front courtyard of the temple are surrounded by lingering incense mist, and people are kneeling and praying for blessings everywhere.

"This stinking girl." Jing Ran quickly swept over the heads one after another and went straight to the top of the slope.

Jiang Baixi leisurely dragged Mo Ge to hang on a tree with a crooked neck behind the temple, and watched Jing Ran follow up, then jumped off the ground with a smile.

Jing Ran glared at her, pulled her eldest grandson Qimu to sit on the swaying branch, and looked up at the compound in front of the temple.

Most of the people are concentrated in three places, a statue in the temple, a nine-storied pagoda where Buddha bone relics are enshrined, and a very luxuriant blessing tree on the back of the mountain in the west of the courtyard.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look at that tree." They were naturally not interested in praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, Jiang Baixi saw Jing Ran looking west, so he also looked at the tree from a distance and proposed enthusiastically.

Jing Ran ignored her, and turned his attention to the rolling hills behind the tree. The figures on the tops of the peaks were hazy, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland in nine heavens, like a dream.

This Yunwu Mountain is the place where the Three Kingdoms meet, and it is also the location of Yunshuijian that Linqin mentioned repeatedly.

However, according to Linqin, the hidden site of Yunshuijian is hidden, with vertical and horizontal lines inside, and numerous formations outside, with many twists and turns. If no one guides the way, very few people will be able to explore and enter.

And now Linqin has been sent to the southern border to steal the jade seal secretly. This place that she originally planned to visit on the way, is destined to fail.

The eldest grandson Qimu also looked at Yunwu Mountain following Jingran's line of sight, his expression was indifferent, and there was no slightest wave.

"Yu Mei, can you go away, or if you don't I'll go!" Jiang Baixi raised his head and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction when he saw Jing Ran not saying a word for a long time.

"Let's go." Jing Ran withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, took his grandson Qimu's hand and jumped off the branch, and the four of them walked towards the blessing tree together.

This tree is not much different from other blessing trees. Believers write what they want to leave on a special note, and then hang the note on the branch.Because the tree is very thick and luxuriant, although tourists and believers come to pray under the tree in an endless stream, there are still many vacant places on the tree waiting to carry one pious wish after another.

The eldest grandson Qimu stood quietly under the tree and watched for a while, then suddenly pulled Jingran towards the incense table on the side.

"Mian'er, do you want to write?" Jing Ran asked her after watching the eldest grandson Qimu leave incense money on the case, and took two more papers.

"Do you want to write or not?" Changsun Qimu looked at Jing Ran quietly with a smile in his eyes.

Jing Ran always feels that she seems to be particularly obedient and warm because of her injury recently, and unconsciously attracts people to want to hug her, kiss her, and hurt her.

She also smiled, and took a piece of paper from her eldest grandson Qimu, "I will write as Mian'er writes."

"it is good."

The two of them laid out paper and wrote in front of the case. Jing Ran casually raised his eyes and looked around. Most of the people were writing the most persevering prayers with the most pious attitude.

She suddenly remembered that the most common saying in Buddhism is that all living beings are suffering, and suffering comes in all shapes and forms, and the most difficult thing is to ask for it.

She looked back and saw that the eldest grandson Qimu was also looking at those people. Many people quietly folded their writing after writing it, as if it would be more effective if they didn't show it to others.

"What did Mian'er write?" Jing Ran looked at her profile and asked softly subconsciously.

Changsun Qimu looked back at Jing Ran, and smiled without thinking, "Let's write together, and read after we finish."

"Okay." Jing Ran smiled and nodded in response to her, and the two turned their heads to write together.

When Jing Ran just wrote a slanted note, Changsun Qimu suddenly said without raising his head, "Mianyi."

"Huh?" Jing Ran tilted her head, seeing that she had written a word "Jing" on the paper, she couldn't help but smile and turned her head, and according to her words, changed the long character for eldest grandson into Mian, and the original Qi Mu into Yi.

After she finished writing, she turned her head and saw that Changsun Qimu had already written, with a gentle smile on her slightly tilted head, like the word Mianyi on the paper, and her whole body was enveloped by the extremely soft sunlight.

And the word Jingran in front of her is upright and penetrating. At the end of the last stroke, there are small ink marks that are uniquely condensed when finishing the pen.

Jing Ran lifted the two pieces of paper together, looked back and forth at the two names side by side, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

In this world, the power is high and the people are busy, and the dogs and horses are bustling with each other, but the only thing they want is each other.

"I'll hang up."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up, but Changsun Qimu suddenly grabbed her sleeves and smiled softly, "It will only work if you hang it on a ladder."

"Is that so?" Jing Ran raised her eyebrows, and walked under the tree as she said, "Then build a ladder."

The eldest grandson Qimu stood under the tree, looking up at Jing Ran hanging up two pieces of paper side by side. The warm golden sunlight cast mottled and soft shadows on her face through the leaves and branches, which was extremely warm.

"You didn't believe in these ways of marriage in the past, so how do you believe in it now?" Jing Ran stepped down the wooden ladder, pamperingly scratching the tip of Changsun Qimu's nose.

The eldest grandson Qimu looked back at Jing Ran with a smile, and gently squeezed her wrist, "I don't believe in the law of marriage, but I believe in the reincarnation of the heavenly law."

She laughed a lot today than usual, and her heart softened after watching Mo Ge, she turned her head and asked Jiang Boxi, "Ah Xi, do you want to write?"

Jiang Baixi scoffed disapprovingly: "What is the law of marriage, the law of reincarnation, the crown prince just doesn't believe it, it's all because of human labor."

Mo Ge looked at the top of the tree with some regret, and suggested, "Then let's walk around as we please."

Several people nodded, and they walked along the huge courtyard at will. Before passing by a fortune-telling booth under an old elm tree, Jing Ran suddenly stopped and turned his head to look over.