Yang Jian held the desk with one hand and bowed to look carefully. Because the phoenix tail was carefully drawn, the closer it got.

Gala was full of joy and lay down in front of the desk and pointed it out to him carefully.

Because she has seen a lot of phoenixes these days, she has also prepared the paintings from other books on the table for comparison.

The spacious table is full of various phoenix pictures, with different shapes and brushwork. The two of them took the long life lock to compare one by one, but the one on the fragment is completely the same.

"It should be it." Yang Jian nodded, his mind relaxed a little, and he turned his head and saw Gala still lying on the broken scroll, watching it seriously.

I don't know when they got closer, but now the two of them were pressing against each other on their shoulders, and her side face was only a short distance away from him.

The fragrance on her body was vaguely audible, her side face was soft, and a strand of black hair fell, pressing against his shoulders. The afterglow sprinkled in from the half-open window, making her cheeks shine white and soft, her red lips were delicate and dripping, and her thick eyelashes were like small fans, flashing up and down with the blinking movement. Even her breathing seemed clear, sweeping over the back of his hand like a butterfly wing.

Yang Jian was slightly stunned and looked at her calmly.

Gala was completely unaware of it, and admired it happily for a moment, saying, "Although the book is broken, it is not without traces. Your Highness knows Luantai Temple, right?"

She raised the corners of her lips and turned her head to ask, but suddenly stopped.

His broad chest was almost against his side. He was very close to her, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water. Looking at her, it was unclear.

I felt a strange feeling in my heart, as if I was lying in the forest and grass when I was young, and a little bug crawled over my arms, itchy. Later, she realized that this posture was too intimate, so she quickly leaned back and said in panic: "I forgot about it for a while. If I have any rudeness, please forgive me."

When he lowered his head, he saw Yang Jian's hand pressing on the book, clean and slender, very pleasing to the eye.

Yang Jian coughed lightly and stood up straight.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but fortunately, Yang Jian quickly spoke, "What do you have to do with Luantai Temple?"

"When I was young, my mother would go to Luantai Temple to incense every year." Gala looked at her toes, "Every time I would go with my mother. The abbot of Luantai Temple was very kind. Seeing that my mother was sincere to the Buddha, she had some insights into Buddhist scriptures and paintings. She once took us to the Sutra Pavilion in the temple. There was a painting, which was this Fengqi Wutong-the painting used strange colors. Although I didn't know how to draw at that time, I also left an impression."

"You want to see that painting?"

"It's not just a painting, but also I want to visit the abbot, hoping that your highness can allow you to make it." Gala Yingying bowed and said slowly: "My mother comes from a foreign land. When she enters the incense, she is different from others in the capital. The abbot is knowledgeable and may know the reason. Your Highness, can you allow me to go to Luantai Temple as soon as possible? The painting has an inscription that can solve the problem."

She was full of expectations and looked sincere.

Yang Jian looked out the window sideways, "At the end of May, I'll send someone to take you there."

"Why have to wait so long?" Gala was surprised, "Luantai Temple is not far from the capital, and it can be reached in half a day..."

"There is something happening in the temple recently."

Gala was still unwilling to give in, "It only takes one or two hours for me to visit the abbot, and it won't take a long time."

"Luantai Temple is preparing for Buddhist affairs. No one is allowed to go there these twenty days."

Gala was stunned. Looking at Yang Jian's side face, he saw that his expression suddenly became cold and unhappy. She didn't understand why, and did not dare to anger Yang Jian, so she had to say, "It depends on the arrangements of your Highness."

Yang Jian looked at her and remained silent, but Gala's doubts became even stronger.

No one is allowed to go to prepare for Buddhist affairs, and even Yang Jian does not intend to disturb him. It must be a matter of the royal family.

Luantai Temple is located in the suburbs of Beijing. Although it is also a famous temple in the capital, it is not as good as Ci'en Temple, which is exclusively for royal relatives. Ci'en Temple is not far from the imperial palace. It is not only solemn and majestic, but also exquisite, but also offers Buddha bone relics. There are many great monks in it. In the past, when the royal family wanted to do Buddhist rituals or preach the altar, they were all at Ci'en Temple. How did it be changed to Luantai Temple this time?

She looked at Yang Jian's expression and suddenly realized something-

Princess Hui was plotted to die when she was on her way back to the city from Luantai Temple.

Emperor Yong'an was deeply in love with his first wife. In recent years, the position of the official concubine in the mansion was empty. After ascending the throne, he immediately posthumously named Empress Wenhui. The phoenix seal of the palace was sealed. The most noble one was the imperial concubine who was acting in the harem, which shows that she always missed her old friends.

So was this Buddhist event done for Empress Wenhui?

She immediately understood Yang Jian's sudden change in attitude.

The two of them were speechless for a moment.

Yang Jian noticed her caution, so he slowed down and said, "Ying'e has been in a bad mood recently and will come here often."

Gala understood, "Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me, I will stay in the hall and not bother the princess."

"Yeah." Yang Jianfu glanced at the picture, and walked away without lingering.

Gala suddenly became idle.

She read almost all the books shelf, except for the fragments, without any clues. It was still far from the end of May, and she inquired about the days of Buddhist affairs in Luantai Temple. After thinking about it, she asked Yu Shiji to bring her good paper and pen, and Hua Shang helped grind the ink, and she burned incense and copied the scriptures sooner or later.

Many years ago, she could not control the matter. She was involved in the battle for the throne. Her father, who was a father, had to do it, and even her father could not do anything.

However, the Dugu family cannot escape the relationship after all.

Yang Jian and Xie Ying'e were unkind because of that incident, and even had a fetus died in their womb. These sins were all owed to Yang Jian's family. Now Yang Jian ignored past grudges and agreed to try to save his father from Xiliang. Her strength was small, and she could repay her. Although copying Buddhist scriptures could not bring the deceased back to life, it was a pleasure to be satisfied.

Dugu Shan was a talented man in the capital. Gala learned calligraphy from him since he was a child. After he arrived in Huainan, his grandmother found a famous teacher to give advice. She wrote very beautifully in small calligraphy with her hair and a hand.

The sandalwood was swaying, and the gorgeous dress was grinding beside the desk, and he didn't dare to disturb him even if he sounded.

It was not until Gala finished copying an article that he said, "Is the girl's wrist sore?"

Gala nodded with a smile and came to Hua Shang's arms like a cat. "Cross the Buddhist scriptures for Empress Wenhui, and you have to be serious about every stroke. Hua Shang, please help me rub. My mother used to love worshiping Buddha, and she copied it to her again and donated it to Luantai Temple..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard the light buckle outside the door. Gala looked up in surprise and said, "Who?"

"It's me." It was Yu Shiji's voice outside the door.

Gala was overjoyed and immediately went to open the door.

Yu Shiji stood outside the door with his hands behind his back. When he saw her, he smiled slightly.

"My cousin walks like a cat. I've arrived at the door, but I didn't hear it." She smiled and asked him to come in, and Hua Shang helped pour tea.

Yu Shiji said, "I came for a while and heard them say you were copying scriptures and just wait outside. You didn't hear the movement, so you must be too focused. The weather outside is very good, and you are locked in the house all day long, don't you feel bored?"

"I want to go out and relax, but--" Galo squeezed his eyes and whispered: "I'm afraid of meeting Princess Le'an. What's more, in the current situation, I have to rely on the Emperor and everything, so I dare not cause trouble. Without His Highness's permission, I will still copy books quietly in the room. Why do my cousin have time to come today?"

"Your Highness has instructed you to live here. The princess has returned to the palace, so don't worry." Yu Shiji stood up and smiled and said, "Go out to relax, I'll protect you."

As he said, Garo brought Hua Shang by his side and went out with him.

The two rarely met since they returned to Beijing. Yu Shiji had only been to Dugu’s house yesterday. He talked about the current situation and suddenly sighed, "The old lady's health is getting worse and worse. She has been doing things recently. Oh! The old man's life and death in Xiliang are uncertain, and his eldest uncle and second uncle are questioned again. She wants to use Dugu Xin's power to regain the decline, and she actually intends to promise your second sister to Xu Jian."

"Xu Jian?" Garotton stopped, "You heard it right?"

"It was him. Last year, Xu Jian lost his wife and was quite depressed. Dugu Xin intended to re-string him. When the old lady learned about it, she became worried. When she saw your second sister yesterday, she cried pitifully and refused to agree. The old lady only scolded her for not being filial and unwilling to share her worries for her elders."

"How can I share such worries like this! My second sister is only sixteen years old, and Xu Jian is already thirty-two years old! Not to mention the identity of her second wife, Xu Jian's character has been criticized, and I have heard of it. My second sister is arrogant and would rather marry into a talented and virtuous person in Pengmen than to follow Xu Jian." Gala said hatefully, "What's more, Dugu Xin and his son are not stupid. Could it be that if the second sister renews the strings, he will save his two uncles? The eldest sister is the daughter-in-law who is married by Dugu Xin, and he has never seen Dugu Xin save the Dugu family."

"This is true." Yu Shiji nodded, "Dugu Xin cannot protect himself, so how could he help others?"

"The old lady is in a hurry to seek medical treatment, but she has made things difficult for her second sister." Gala was dissatisfied.

During the two years she lived in the capital, she was disliked by the old master and the old lady, and her two uncles and aunts were naturally cold to her. The eldest sister regarded herself as the eldest daughter of the Marquis’s mansion and never liked to pay attention to her. Only her second sister Dugu Madam was willing to come to see her often and speak to relieve her boredom.

Although the two uncles were in trouble, they should have worked hard to save them.

What is the use of marrying his second sister Dugu Xi to Xu Jian as his second wife?

If the Xu family may not agree, they may not agree, and with Dugu's temperament, they will never agree.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Yu Shiji say, "When I left the mansion yesterday, I met that Li Bing outside." As he spoke, he looked at Gala with bright eyes as if he was exploring.

But Gala just smiled, "He? It's such a coincidence."

Since that time I met by Yezhou, Gala rarely remembered Li Bing again. He suddenly heard Yu Shiji mention it and was somewhat surprised, "Why is he outside Dugu Mansion?"

"Who knows." Yu Shiji shrugged, "He was standing outside the wall, worried."

Gala sneered.

It was a coincidence that the Xu Dugu and his family worked together to support Emperor Jing of Zhou to seize the throne and live together as prime minister. The eldest sister Dugu Feng married Dugu Xin's second son Xu Ji. Li Bing, who had been moved, married Dugu Xin's daughter Xu Lanzhu. Now the old lady is planning to send her second sister to the Xu family. What kind of evil is this to be done?

Since Li Bing has clinged to Dugu Xin, he should have been proud of his youth, so what is the intention of standing outside Dugu Mansion and going out to be a god?

Seeing her bowing her head, Yu Shiji said, "I didn't dare to ask more questions that day in the inn... But Li Bing can't help you, I can see that. Gala - Li Bing is despised by others behind his back. From his classmates, I heard some old things. Whether it's maliciously slandered or true, there will be no rumors in vain. Don't blame me for being straightforward. Is that the person who was let down, you?"

The word "written" used to make people sad late at night, but now it sounds particularly calm.

Gala played with a piece of willow branch, "So what if it was me? When he was in Huainan, he was a disciple of my father outside of me and had close contacts."

She said calmly, but Yu Shiji suddenly felt heartbroken.

That day, her tears were engraved in her heart. The comments she heard from Li Bing's classmate a few days ago shocked and angry. He did not mention this matter again, and took Gala to the garden lake and sent her back. He took a few interesting things he bought for Gala from the duty room to make her happy.

After leaving Jianzhang Palace, Yu Shiji didn't even change his clothes, so he rode his horse to the Ministry of Revenue.

As soon as the hour of You came, officials from the Ministry of Revenue came out one after another. Yu Shiji waited for a while, and Li Bing accompanied the Right Minister of Revenue and bowed to his goodbye. The Right Minister looked angry, and Li Bing was also so. He shook his head and sighed and took two steps. He suddenly saw Yu Shiji who was blocked four or five steps away like a mountain, and was stunned.

Yu Shiji bared his teeth, "Li Bing."

"What is your lord?" Li Bing remembered this face, but did not know his identity.

Yu Shiji said indifferently: "The left deputy guard of Jianzhang Palace leads, Yu Shiji. Go and have a drink?"

The provocation in his eyes was undisguised. Li Bing naturally remembered the fierce attitude of Yu Shiji blocking the stairs that day. He was not convinced and said coldly: "Please!"

There are many taverns in the capital. After two streets, it is a famous restaurant.

Yu Shiji took the lead in and asked for a private room. He ordered his friend to come to two pots of strong wine that he often drank in the north. The friend took him to the private room and made arrangements. Li Bing went in with a cold face and saw Yu Shiji standing by the table with his hands on his face, his face gloomy.

Li Bing sneered, "Does Lord Du want to drink or seek bad luck?"

"Looking for bad luck!" Yu Shiji stepped forward, fisted and turned his face toward Li Bing.

Li Bing, a literati, did not expect that he would be so rude. Before he could react, he felt a severe pain on his left face and his bones were broken. He was holding his stomach full of anger, and he was furious and fisted back.

Yu Shiji did not dodge or avoid, and was thrust his chest with his left fist and slammed his chest hard.
To be continued...