When Biyun got into another sedan chair, he ordered the driver to drive away from the palace. The caravan and brocade tent were tightly sealed. Ning Nanyou leaned against the inside, his face showed sleepiness and his mind became sleepy. He closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, but the car was too upset. He was injured behind him, so he naturally couldn't sit still. After a moment, he couldn't stand the pain. He opened his eyes and turned sideways, and he leaned to sit in the car.

Jiang Chengjia knew that he must be uncomfortable at this time. Seeing that he was listless and tired, he knew that he had gotten up very early today.

According to Ning Nanyou's cautious and subtle character, even if Ning Zheng beat him up, he would not refuse to pay his respects. Fortunately, she only had a few days to marry him, so she didn't have to participate in politics. Just get up in the morning and ask Ning Zheng for peace.

But it would have been better if he had slept last night, but... Jiang Chengjia was a little annoyed and couldn't help but curse him secretly in his heart. He was so overestimated by his injuries. I think he must be a little weaker than when he woke up yesterday. If he wanted to go to a wet place like Linhe with this body, how could he bear it?

When Jiang Chengjia thought of this, a hint of heart felt a little distressed. She silently pulled her sleeve and whispered, "Erlang, should you rest on me? This will be a little more comfortable." Ning Nanyou narrowed his eyes half-sniffed, and saw her patting his thin and weak shoulders, staring at him with a serious look on his face.

He thought for a moment, and was so tired that he nodded to her, without saying a word, chose to lie down, pillow her knees, close his eyes and rest.

Jiang Chengjia felt the heavy weight on his knees, and was afraid that the car would be too bumpy and would make him uncomfortable, so he tried to sit firmly and hold his hanging palm. He wrapped one hand around his waist and abdomen and protected his head with the other hand, with his movements very gentle.

Ning Nanyou smelled the faint and warm fragrance around him, and felt unprecedented peace and slept for a while in a daze.

Although he only slept for an hour last night, he was as steady as usual. Or he was too tired. He slept very heavily. He actually felt refreshed when he woke up this morning, but with her there, he somehow put down all his defenses and got upset.

When the caravan slowly drove through the streets and alleys, he rushed on the road in Luoyang, slowly turned to the east gate, drove out from the city gate to Foyun Mountain in the suburbs. The horse's hooves stepped on, and a cry came out from his nose, spewing out a breath of white air, making a very long neighing sound, knocking on the ground, splashing waves of sand and mist.

When there were two incense sticks, the coachman hovered. Jiang Chengjia was also drowsy in the car. When the servant outside the door called in, "June, Madam, here."

Jiang Chengjia woke up at this time, opened his hazy eyes, and looked down at Ning Nanyou. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and saw them stopping in front of a tall green mountain with misty smoke. The stone steps in front of the mountain were built up one by one, staggered in an orderly manner. The green bamboo planted on both sides of the path was now lush, one by one, one by one, growing tall and strong.

She pulled Ning Nanyou's sleeve and called out in a low voice, "June, wake up. It's here."

He frowned and murmured, refusing to wake up. Jiang Chengjia was ridiculous and laughed. He gently tapped his tall nose with a slender hand, then blew a breath between his neck, "Erlang, get up!"

He could only feel a warm air flowing through his neck, and the warm itchy stirred, making his whole body tremble, and he opened his eyes slowly, revealing confusion.

Ning Nanyou moved for a moment, supported himself, loosened his shoulders with sleepy eyes, glanced at Jiang Chengjia, and saw her smiling at him. He felt warm in his heart, rubbed her furry head, and then got out of the car, then stretched out his arms to pick up Jiang Chengjia. But she limped and bent out of the car.

He paused his eyebrows slightly and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with his legs?"

She held the hem of the skirt and said softly, "I have sat for a long time and it's a little numb."

Ning Nanyou was stunned, remembering that he had indeed slept on her knees all the way, so his black eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of throbbing was hidden. He silently said, opened his arms and hugged her from the carriage. Before Jiang Chengjia could stand firm, he suddenly hugged her horizontally, carefully put it in his arms, and said softly to her forehead, "There are many mountain roads here, I will carry you up."

In front of everyone, he did not hesitate to ask Jiang Chengjiaxun to blush his cheeks, and Furong's cheeks were buried in his chest, and he whispered, "June... there are many people here."

Foyun Mountain is very famous in Luoyang because there is a Guanghua Temple on the mountain. This temple has been famous for all ages, quiet and elegant, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and outstanding people. It is not only admired by Buddhist monks but also by good men and women, but also by poets and poets. They come here to enjoy the mountains and rivers, recite poems and essays to express the quietness of the past. Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of poems and songs chanting the scenery of Guanghua Temple. It can be seen that its name has been around for a long time.

When Emperor Ming was reigned, he built a Buddhist temple in the first year of Yongning to spread Buddhism. This Guanghua Temple was one of the most important mountain temples among the Ming Emperor. Therefore, tourists came to see the appearance. Ning Nanyou was at the entrance of the mountain pass, and people were holding her up horizontally, which was naturally very eye-catching. But he didn't care, and whispered with his lips, "I'm not afraid, you are my wife, no one dares to say anything." This slightly domineering and unreasonable tone made Jiang Chengjia's heart jump up again. She blushed and could only hide in his arms to hide and cover her face.

He steadily walked along the stone steps in the mountains step by step. She was always worried that his injuries could not be supported, and asked Ning Nanyou to let her go halfway, but unexpectedly, this man was very stubborn and refused. Jiang Chengjia was helpless, but he could see that his face was calm and there was no discomfort at all, so he gradually let go of his worries.

Ning Nanyou carried her all the way to Mu Xunxuan, who was built halfway up the mountain, before carefully putting her down, and asked again, "Does your legs still numb?"

Jiang Chengjia still hugged his neck, leaned against his shoulder with a blushing face, and muttered in a low voice, "It's no more numb."

At this time, she hung on him like a kitten, holding his waist and abdomen tightly, and refused to show her buried face, and she was extremely dependent.

Ning Nanyou felt quite funny, so he hugged her with distinctive hands and pulled her out of his arms, judo, "What? Is it my marquis?"

She stared at her beautiful eyes that became a little mist due to her eyes closed, and her cheeks were scattered. She took his hand with a flattering look and said in detail, "Okay, OK, Erlang, let's go in quickly, don't let your mother wait for a long time."

He snorted lightly, held her hand and walked towards a separate bamboo garden courtyard halfway up the mountain. This pavilion was nominated as Mu Xun. "Down the clouds and mountains, the bamboo groups are seen, and the peaks are shaking the fog to refresh the new search." This is a poem written by Dou Xunen, the number one talented man in Pingling and Chang'an, who passed through Foyun Mountain twenty-five years ago. This is the origin of Mu Xunxuan's nomination. Jiang Chengjia entered the bamboo garden and walked along a gravel path combed out from a large bamboo forest toward the courtyard that faintly exuded a corner. The path was long and a cool wind blew towards the face, slowly whirling, and a scent of fragrance came.

Walking further forward, you will see lush trees and fragrant flowers. When you walk slowly north, the stone paths are gradually distant, and they are flat and wide. The low buildings are falling steadily. The embroidered sills are hidden in the onion forest. They push away the light mist and wade through the bamboo trees. They see that the courtyard marbles are falling in a straight manner, and the secret corridors are connected. The courtyard is small and unique, not like the bamboo forest. When you enter the main courtyard and step on the stone steps, you will see a child wearing a bun with two green ribbons in a martial arts uniform slowly coming out from the inside.

Jiang Chengjia looked closely and saw that the person who came was Ji Que who came to the palace to deliver the letter last night.

I saw the little boy greeting Jiang Chengjia with a smile, and said happily, "I have met Mrs. Hou."

Jiang Chengjia squatted down slightly, asked her to get up, and smiled gently, "No need to be polite."

The little boy smiled gratefully, then opened his hands and asked in the corridor, "Mrs. Cao is already waiting in the front hall, waiting for the two of you to come."

Ning Nanyou nodded and led Jiang Chengjia to the main hall. The simple and unlucky main hall had all the bamboo painted tables, and several maids knelt on both sides.

In the square of the hall, a beautiful woman kneels in front of the dark pear wood carving table, and is ed in tea to make a ceremony.

Ning Nanyou stepped forward and bowed, and took Jiang Chengjia to the ceremony. The two knelt in the hall and said respectfully, "Mother is blessed, my son brings the bride to pay tribute to his mother."

"The bride follows her husband to greet her mother, and her mother will be prosperous and healthy." Jiang Chengjia said to him, and then said softly, but she was well-behaved.

The beautiful woman in the hall did not even raise her eyes, but she held a slim hand in the clay pot and pounded it. The fragrance floated out leisurely. Then, she used a sieve to sieve it into fine powder. The sieve handle gently tapped the porcelain bowl, making a thud sound.

She didn't say anything, and Jiang Chengjia naturally didn't dare to get up.

For a moment, the main hall was silent.

For a moment, the beautiful woman sitting in her hand held a piece of cloth, picked up the copper pot placed on the carbon stove, uncovered the lid of the carved pot, poured the tea into the pot, and then placed it on the carbon stove and boiled it.

The water in the copper pot was not boiling yet, and the beautiful woman finally spoke, "Raise her head and let me see."

When Jiang Chengjia heard the words, he slowly stood up, looked up at the woman, and then he truly saw Mrs. Cao's true appearance.

Although this woman is middle-aged, her eyes are still bright and bright. Although her face is a bit sick and pale, she has her eyebrows and nose, her ink is curved, her rouge is light and even, and her cheeks are slightly dimpled. She is so beautiful that she is not like a mother who has given birth to a child. At first glance, she looks at the girl who is only in the age of plum blossoms. Who would have thought that she is over 40 years old?

Cao carefully looked at Jiang Chengjia, who was kneeling in front of the hall. Seeing that she was elegant in conversation, extraordinary in attitude and natural in manners, she felt satisfied. But she did not show it on her face, but just asked softly, "Jiang Chengjia, is her name Mengluo?"

Jiang Chengjia raised his arms, his hands were level with his shoulders, and bowed, "It's his daughter-in-law."

Cao nodded slightly and asked again, "Who is your name in your family called you?"
Chapter completed!