Chapter 1 Dragon and Phoenix and Song

Changli, Xijing, Shenfu.

On this day, Shen Sirong got up early and opened the door. The maid Chunliu was already waiting outside the door. Not long after, a woman in her early thirties approached from a distance with a basin of water in her hand. Looking closely, the woman was wearing a green placket, and there was still a little charm between her facial features, but unfortunately, there was a large obvious scar on her left cheek.

"Miss, the carriage is ready and everything is ready. We can go out after breakfast."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother the wet nurse." Shen Sirong said with a smile. This person is Shen Sirong's wet nurse. Shen Sirong is indifferent and can only be regarded as close to this wet nurse.

The wet nurse waited. After Shen Sirong finished washing, she pressed Shen Sirong's shoulder to sit in front of the mirror, skillfully rolled up her hair and wiped an ordinary jasper hairpin. The woman in the bronze mirror has bright facial features, long eyebrows, and even a sense of charm. The skin without powder is also bright and white, and her red lips are slightly open, which is more charming.

After taking care of everything, they went out through the back door. The carriage had already been waiting at the door. Shen Sirong and his party got on the car and drove out of the city.

Shen Sirong didn't sleep well last night. She was shaken in the carriage and fell asleep in a trance. The wet nurse looked at her tired appearance, moved her head to her shoulder sadly, and softly told the driver that she needed to take a good road and walk steadily.

About an hour later, the carriage stopped, and the driver prompted outside, "Miss, you have arrived at Anguo Mountain."

The wet nurse woke her up. Shen Sirong woke up, pressed her forehead, lifted the window curtain with one hand, looked outside, and opened the carriage door when she was sure she arrived at the place.

Anguo Temple is the largest temple in Xijing and is famous throughout Changli. Anguo Temple is located in the southern suburbs 20 miles away from Xijing, and Anguo Temple is located on the mountainside.

Chunliu got out of the car first and held Shen Sirong below. The wet nurse held her back. When Shen Sirong stood firmly, she let go. The wet nurse just stepped down one foot, and there was a sense of dizziness coming from her head. She hurriedly held the carriage. Shen Sirong came forward to hold her: "The wet nurse, are you all right?" The wet nurse opened her eyes hard and squeezed out a smile: "Miss, I'm fine."

Shen Sirong asked Chunliu to take the fire paper and other objects prepared in advance and said to the wet nurse, "The wet nurse, you are not in good health. Just rest in the car. I will take Chunliu up the mountain. If we are delayed for a long time and there is still dry food in the car, you can use it yourself.

"No, miss, I'm fine. I can go, I can..."

Shen Sirong knew that the wet nurse was affectionate, but on this trip, she was afraid that she couldn't stand it: "The wet nurse, my health is important, my mother will understand, huh?"

The wet nurse nodded helplessly. She knew that Shen Sirong had never replied: "That lady, be careful." Sirong smiled.

"Chunliu, take good care of the young lady." The wet nurse said to Chunliu, and Chunliu agreed and walked up the steps on the mountain road with Sirong. There are many people coming and going on the mountain road, and Chunliu has been climbing in front of Sirong.

The scenery of Anguo Mountain was extremely beautiful, but Shen Sirong had no intention to look at it. Gradually, Chunliu looked around, and Sirong did not stop her, but went to her and told her not to get lost.

Climbing to the mountainside, the sun has become strong. Shen Sirong is wearing a white gauze and embroidered with several flowers at the hem of his skirt. At this time, the gauze has stuck to Sirong's body. She took out the handkerchief in her sleeve and wiped the sweat on her forehead. She calmed down before entering the Daxiong Hall.

Shen Sirong made a respectful bow in front of the hall and went directly to the Changsheng Hall behind, which is the place where the Changming lantern is specially dedicated to the Anguo Temple. She also lit a lamp for her biological mother Ruan.

"Wang... No, Master Seven, Master Seven, please wait and wait for the slave."

Xiao Yuanfeng heard about this Anguo Temple a few days ago and couldn't help but want to have a look. Today, he was empty and slipped out of the palace with his personal little five sons. Hearing the cry behind him, Xiao Yuanfeng deliberately accelerated his pace.

"The seventh master...the seventh master..."

Xiao Yuanfeng stopped halfway, looking around the scenery, and waiting for the little five sons who were left behind by him. After a while, Xiao Wuzi gasped and rushed up. Xiao Yuanfeng looked at him angrily, and his hand was not idle. He knocked on his head with a fan and continued to climb up. Before Xiao Wuzi took a breath, he chased after him again.

Xiao Yuanfeng looked at the incense guests coming and going at the gate of the temple, and the fan in his hand opened and closed. He walked into the hall and looked at the Buddha statue in the hall. The Buddha statues are all gold-plated. In the main hall is a statue of Sakyamuni, and there are two next to it, one is Manjushri Bodhisattva, and the other is unknown. Xiao Yuanfeng also knelt down from other incense guests. After getting up, the little fifth son asked him, "Sir, what wish have you made?" He smiled and didn't answer and walked to the back hall.

Shen Sirong burned incense and worshipped in front of his mother's bright lamp. It was still early. I wanted to meet the abbot Hongyuan. After a questioning, I learned that the abbot was in the back hall, so I took Chunliu to the back hall.

When he arrived in the back hall, he was stopped by a small monk. Shen Sirong explained his intention and begged the little monk to inform him. Soon, the abbot invited her in.

"Master Hongyuan." When Shen Sirong entered, the abbot was meditating indoors, and she bowed to the abbot to show her respect.

"Lord Shen."

The abbot did not get up, but turned his head slightly to return a salute to her.

"Master Shen's filial piety can be seen." Shen Sirong comes here every year, and the master gradually gets to know her. Shen Sirong shook his head and said, "Sirong came here to ask for advice."

"Please speak."

"Sirong has an obsession in his heart and is tired of this obsession, but he can't let it go. Just now, when he heard the sound of monks chanting scriptures in the temple, his heart suddenly calmed down. The thought of jumping out of this world came to my heart. Sirong didn't know what to do?

The abbot brushed his beard and laughed: "Rarely, rare. From the first time he saw the donor, he saw that the donor was persistent. Now that the donor has asked himself, it is the answer. As for the idea of jumping out of the world, the donor should not force it to avoid reproducing obsession. After saying that, the abbot turned his head to face the Buddha statue and sat down again. Shen Sirong silently withdrew from the abbot's room and thought about Master Hongyuan's words, but he still did not understand its deep meaning.

Shen Sirong came out of the abbot's courtyard and returned to the front hall of the temple. Walking to a corner, Chunliu stopped walking, but pointed to a fortune-telling table next to the door for her to see.

There is a jar of stick on the table. The monk holding a fu fan in his hand, leaning against the table and closing his eyes, the movement of the fan in his hand is carried out regularly, which makes it difficult to tell whether he is in a dream or on earth.

"Miss, do you want to draw lots? I just heard that the signature here is very effective. Chunliu is very interested in this. Shen Sirong just snorted coldly. She doesn't believe in signatures and fate. If this signature can really determine people's fate, then she only believes in people to win the sky.

The monk heard Shen Sirong's soft hum and opened his eyes to look at this Sirong. Shen Sirong did not shy away. After a while, the monk laughed and said, "Miss, don't you believe in the monk's signature?"

Shen Sirong said nothing.

"Since the young lady has decided not to believe it, you might as well give it a try." After saying that, the monk put down the fan, shook the signature in his hand and handed it forward.

Shen Sirong did not take over the signature tube, but casually pulled one out of it and handed it straight to the monk: "Do you dare to ask the master what to solve?" The monk took the sign, and the expression on his face was very strange, and the corners of his mouth were **.

"How about it?"

The monk put the signature on the table, and there were four words on it.

"Dragon and Phoenix and Ming."

A man's voice came from behind him. Shen Sirong turned around and saw that the man was dressed in purple, with strong eyebrows and a smile hanging on his face. His facial features were shining, like the warm day of the cold winter.

This person is Xiao Yuanfeng. He just saw a lottery here from afar and wanted to have a look.

After making a sound, Xiao Yuanfeng found himself reckless. Seeing that the woman was looking at him, Xiao Yuanfeng saw her face clearly. His long eyebrows softened her face. His pupils were as beautiful as glass, but the tight thin strips at the lower jaw made people feel a sense of alienation.

After a slight pause, Xiao Yuanfeng bent down slightly and apologized, "I'm rude." Shen Sirong heard it and just nodded to him and turned around.

"Dare to ask the master, what does this sign mean?"

Shen Sirong didn't care about others around him and asked indifferently.

The monk touched the light forehead: "Miss, with all due respect, there are two solutions to this signature. However, these two solutions are contradictory.

"Oh? Then please ask the master to talk about it. Shen Sirong felt that this was strange. On the side, Chunliu also looked confused.

"Congratulations, Miss, there is a happy event."

"Happy event?" Shen Sirong was puzzled.

"Yes, if the monk expected, the young lady will get married within this year, and this person must be the dragon among people. The best thing is that he is probably a member of the royal family."

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanfeng's heart moved, the person of the royal family? He looked at Shen Sirong. Her expression was still faint, but her eyes were obviously unbelief.

"What about the second?"

Shen Sirong has already salute, but because of the Wang family, he has not been married so far. How can he enter the royal family even if he is married? Shen Sirong didn't believe it anymore, but after thinking about it, he still decided to listen to see what else he could say.

"The second is this song. Ming represents the vastness of the mountains and fields, which does not match this dragon and phoenix, which is exactly the monk's doubts.

After listening, Shen Sirong said lightly, "Everything is fixed. This is called fate, but I believe that people will win the sky." After saying that, she said goodbye to the monk and turned around and walked out of the hall.