Hearing the words, thanking him for a slight meal, he finally did not look back, waved his hand and walked forward.

Returning to the Imperial City of Xianle, Xie Pi went to the palace first.

He doesn't know why he is going, not to see his parents. It is not only the fact that the priest can not manifest himself in front of the mortal. More importantly, the longer he is, the longer he stays from home, the more he does not know how to talk to his parents. This is all the children in the world. the same. Therefore, he concealed his figure, and in a palace he was familiar with, he turned around. He did not see the king of the country in other places, and finally came to the Qifeng Palace. Only then did he see his father and mother.

The two screened off the palace and were talking. The queen was sitting on the couch and holding a golden mask in her hand, which was the one she wore when she went to the Yuan Festival three years ago. The face and the facial features of this golden mask are carefully carved according to the face of Xie Pity. Therefore, when she wears it, she is very veneer, and she does not feel different. She sees it in other people's hands, but she is somewhat amazed. The king of the country said to him: "Don't play that, let me put it on my head."

Although the Lord and the Queen did all the rules before the people, however, Xie Pity saw the most clearly from a young age, and his parents, but a pair of ordinary couples who would also come and go. The emperor finally put the mask down, sat down to help the king of the country smashed his temples twice, and suddenly dialed his hair, saying: "Your hair is white again."

Thanks for the sake of looking at it, and sure enough, his fathers two eyes were slightly white, and there was no more three-point old. He thought in his heart: "Isn't the father and the emperor went to the emperor to pray for a while before? At that time his hair was still black, how could it suddenly become white?"

The queen took a bronze mirror to show the king. The king said: "I don't look at it. It will be darker before I go to Tai Cangshan next time."

Thank you for your reaction: "His hair is not white. It is white, but it is black before every time I go to see me. And I listen to the believers all day, rushing, running very little. I took the initiative to come back to see them, so I didnt realize it."

Thinking of this festival, he was very embarrassed. At this time, I was very fortunate that my parents could not see him present. The Queen gave the head of the country to the head of the country, and counted the number: "I let you rest early every day, you don't listen to me, and say that I am reading you all day. Look at it so ugly, see the pope. I dont want to care about you any more."

The lord said: "Your emperor has grown up, his wings are hard, and he has ignored me." That is what he said, but he couldnt help but sneak a peek at the bedside bronze mirror and said: "There is no How ugly, isn't this face?"

Thank you for your gratitude. He did not expect that his father had such a side behind him, but he would be sour to say his "bad words", and now he couldn't help himself. The Queen is also like, laughed and said: "Good, not ugly. The body is bigger than the sky, rest early today."

The head of the country shook his head: "The rest is not allowed. This time, a lot of Yongan people came to the imperial city. Come here, it will be everywhere, it will make people feel heartbroken and tricky."

It turned out that his father's hair was because of the drought in Yong'an, and he couldn't tell the uncomfortable feelings. The Queen nodded. "I heard the child say, he also met a Yongan person today. It is said that he would steal money in the temple, so scary."

The lord condensed the sacred man: "Yeah, swearing. Its okay to come to dozens of hundreds, but in case they have more than a hundred thousand people, all of them are in the imperial city, and the consequences are unimaginable."

The Queen hesitated for a moment, saying: "That may not be the case. If it is the rule of duty, come over and come over."

The king of the country said: "How can a king of a country take the risk of 'not necessarily?' and they must never come over. It is not so simple to raise a few more people, it is so complicated. You don't know, don't say it."

Queens said: "Well, don't say it. You said this, I didn't understand it. If the emperor is still there, at least I can worry about you."

The lord shouted again: "He? What can he do? It would be nice not to give me any trouble."

When he mentioned the pity, he seemed to have come to the spirit and said: "I will not say that you are a royal, a teenager, and he is like a princess. He knows it is useless, and he is annoyed. He still Fly well in the sky, don't know the best, do his own thing, now he is not a prince, the world is not his business, love flying to let him fly enough."

Thanks for listening to his fathers countless numbers, the Queen smiled and pushed the head of the country: You know now that he is a princess. Isnt the princess still raised from childhood? I still want to beat me. "Isn't it?" said and sighed again. "This child is good, just don't go home. It used to be like this in the emperor's view. It won't come back for a few months. Now it's soaring, it's even worse." I can't see one year. I don't know when I can see it."

When she complained, the king of the country turned his back on his thanks: "What do you know about the woman? The national teacher said that the rules of heaven are like this. How can you treat him as a mortal? You call your emperor back, not to drag him. Back legs?"

The Queen was busy: "I just talked casually. I will not presuppose this requirement in front of him." She said to herself, "Look at the statue is also good, almost, his statue is everywhere. ""

After reading this for a long time, Xie pity chest sorrow and grief, what seemed to be stuffed in the throat, the stalk was extremely uncomfortable, only I felt that I could not stay. But he can't appear again. Not afraid of breaking the rules, but he did not know what to say. For Yong'an, he can't give any good solutions for the time being. It suddenly appears, and it will only make parents feel helpless.

He quickly withdrew from the palace, went outside, and took a few deep breaths, which calmed his mood. Set the mind, cheer up, and think that sigh is not as good as action, pinch the shackles, turn a shape of a plain clothes, ran in the Imperial City, and measured and recorded around. Going east, he was busy for a day, and he finally got a definitive answer.

The water surface of all rivers and lakes in the city of Xianle is really lower than before. During the Emperor's view, he sneaked down the mountain several times and rafted through the Lehe River, the largest river running through the country. At that time, the water surface was only slightly shorter than the embankment, but now it is a few feet shorter. . Moreover, the residents of the city have long been like this, not the recent situation. Xie pity did not pay attention to it before. At this time, I noticed that all kinds of signs were shocking. He originally expected that the information on the facts was wrong, so he personally came to confirm, but now he has to admit that the feelings are still not letting him down.

After confirming this fact, thank you for standing on the bank of the river, thoughtfully. From time to time, pedestrians walk past him, or smile nod, or curious, and more are happy to do their own things. I don't know how long I have stood, the clouds are gathering in the sky, and it is dripping around. It is actually a light rain.

The pedestrians on the road looked at the sky and said: "It's bad luck! It's raining, hurry back!"

"Yeah, hate!"

The raindrops replied, hitting on the face and on the body, he reacted and said to himself: "It's raining?"

The people of the imperial city are raining and avoiding it. Heaven knows how many people are thirsty at the other end of the country. I am so happy to come to such a heavy rain. Several people ran across the umbrella, seeing the pity and the rain, pulling him a hand, urging: "This little path, you still don't run? The rain is getting bigger!"

Thanks to the pity, he ran up and ran to a long house. The few people took the umbrella and laughed at each other. "Fortunately, I went out to see the cloud with an umbrella today, or I will change the soup."

"Its been raining for a long time. Its just a long time, its big.

"Oh, look, its really big! Its going to be raining!"

The raindrops fell to the ground and shattered. These people's accents are very gracious, and even more grateful to understand, here is where he was born and raised, these are his familiar people.

Chatting and chatting, the rain gradually became a little smaller. Several people said: "Hey now its a little small, hurry up!" After that, they all went out of the eaves, but they still stood still. Several people looked back at him and discussed a few words. One person came over and handed him an old umbrella in his hand. He said with politeness: "Is this little roadmaster unable to go back? I think this rain is still a little big. If you want this umbrella, take it for you."

Thank you for your return, and said, "Thank you. What about you?"

A few people in the rain in front of the tunnel said: "We still have umbrellas, we can squeeze, go and go!"

Listening to the companion urged, the man ran into the umbrella and thanked him. A few people stepped on the water, and Xie Pity held the umbrella and stood for a while. Suddenly, he saw an inconspicuous little temple not far from the front, and he propped up the umbrella and walked forward in the rain. Going to the front, see the front and back of the small temple, the two sides of the couplet are written "in the infinite" and "the heart in Taoyuan", and finally confirmed that this is a Prince's Temple.

Between the three years, there are 8,000 palace views. Naturally, it is impossible for every one to be as gorgeous as the one on the Cangshan Mountain. The bloggers are amazed, and many of them are folk grassroots who have built up to make up the fun. There is no merit box, no temple wishes, only a clay statue, a few plates for some snacks and fruit. If you are interested in cleaning up occasionally, you can be a temple.

Hidden in this inconspicuous corner is such an inconspicuous Prince Hall. Still not in, thank you to see the statue of the Prince who can almost be said to be embarrassing: the bells and whistles of the clothes, the white face, the silly big smile, is a big doll. If it is not a matter of heart, he must have laughed out.

In the past three years, the prince who has seen the pity has not said that five thousand and three thousand. I have never seen a prince who is exactly the same as himself. The most like is only seven points. The rest is not too ugly or too beautiful. . Most of the other priests are too ugly, but the other is just the opposite. Some are beautiful and beautiful, and he is embarrassed. He didn't look at the clay statue carefully. He swept it over. Who knows, but in this eye he caught a slap in the snow, and the line of sight swept back.

The left hand of this rough clay statue is holding a bunch of white flowers.

The petals are white, with a little crystal dew, delicate and delicate, and the fragrant fragrance floating in the air is very cute. The standard posture of the celestial prince is "a sword in one hand and a flower in one hand". However, the flower of the left hand is of course a golden flower, a gem flower, a jade flower, which is the first time you see it. If there is a real flower in his hand, he can't help but get closer.

When he looked closely, he discovered that the left hand of this clay sculpture prince should have taken a mud flower. But I don't know if the master of the statue is poor, the flower is lost, or it is taken off by a mischief. Today, there is only one small hole left in the left hand. The bunch of small white flowers is just inserted in this small hole. If anyone specifically picks up to fill the left-handed vacancy of this clay sculpture, it is really heart-warming.

Just thinking of it, thank you for hearing a rush of footsteps. He didn't look back. He first concealed his figure and took the umbrella and flew it to the platform. Then he turned and looked down. I saw a young boy in the gray rain outside the temple.

The boy was only twelve or three years old, soaked in his body, his body was dirty and old, and his face was a dirty bandage. The right hand is firmly on the left fist, as if protecting something. After rushing into the temple, he slowly opened his hands.

A bunch of small white flowers bloomed quietly in his hands.