Wen Wanqing is relieved. Although filial piety is not greater than heaven in this era, people still attach great importance to it. For some people, Wen Wanqing's clear-cut attitude against Liang Guogong is already deviant.
If it wasn't for the Duke of Liang who made the first day of junior high school and was blasted out by Wen Wanqing, now Wen Wanqing is afraid that someone will take the same clear-cut stand against the Duke of Liang!
Back home, Miaoling comes to tell Wen Wanqing that his highness is waiting for her in the study.
Wen Wanqing went into his study and saw xuanjue standing in front of his desk. He lowered his head and was looking through the Sutra that Wen Wanqing had put on the desk.
"Minister, Wen Wanqing, see your Highness the prince."
Xuanjue looked up and said, "here you are. Get up."
"Thank you, your highness." Wen Wanqing straightened up.
"I didn't expect that Mrs. Meishu was also involved in Buddhist scriptures." Xuanjue road.
Wenwanqing finished the ceremony, then quietly stood aside, pretending to be a perfect wallflower.
This sutra is not only about the contents of the Sutra, but also notes in small words. Xuanjue didn't read the Buddhist scriptures, and he didn't care about them. He read the notes written in a gentle and clear way and enjoyed them.
After a while, he suddenly realized that wenwanqing was waiting for him. He looked up to wenwanqing.
Now it's time to meet the devil. There are lights in the room. Wen Wanqing stands under the bright and dark lights and lowers his head slightly. Candlelight left a silhouette on her face. Her eyelashes were drawn long by the shadow of the lamp, like a small fan.
She has a perfect oval face, slender Daiyu eyebrows, let her eyebrows seem to have a bit of melancholy, lips do not smile but with a third smile.
Xuanjue looks at Wen Wanqing. He suddenly feels that his throat is a little dry. He wants to say something, but he doesn't know what to say. His heart beats like a drum. He even forgets his original purpose.
Xuanjue looked away and closed the Sutra calmly. Then he said, "it's getting late. It's not good to stay here alone for a long time. I'm leaving here."
After seeing xuanjue off in murongyan's carriage, Wen Wanqing said strangely, "with your highness, what are you doing here today?"
He shook his head. Wen Wanqing didn't think about it any more. He just thought that his highness was here to play.
It's getting dark gradually. After taking a bath, she sits in the corridor at the door of the house to let the wind dry her hair. Miaoling and yingyue are wiping her hair with a cloth.
Not long after the Mid Autumn Festival, the moon in the sky has only one hook left.
Wen Wanqing's arm is supported on the armrest, and his hand is supported on his chin.
In a trance, she seemed to see an illusion in the sky, which Wen Wanqing had seen thousands of times since she was young.
That and Wen Wanqing and seven or eight Fen similar face, seems to smile at Wen Wanqing.
Wen Wanqing wakes up in an instant, and then looks at it, but where is the phantom?
Wen Wanqing sighed in her heart. How could she see Princess Anning? She died more than ten years ago, and she was afraid that she had been reincarnated long ago. I only hope that she can be born in an ordinary rich family in her life and live a safe life.
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