The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 69 Red Silk Blessing

As soon as Zhao Jin entered the Taoist temple, countless people stared at him. Although he was young, he was dressed in extraordinary clothes and had a handsome face. When he walked under the marriage tree, he attracted the frequent glances of those women.

Some women saw him blushing in embarrassment, lowered their heads and moved aside, and some bold ones would look at Zhao Jin from a distance and whisper to the maids around them.

Zhao Jin looked up at this towering ancient tree. The dense branches and leaves seemed to soar into the clouds. It was covered with red silk at a height of more than one meter. From a distance, some handwriting could be seen faintly written on the silk. It seemed to be these blessings A person's wish or the name of a man or woman who intends to form a marriage.

Zhao Jin stretched out his arm, brushed a red ribbon in front of him through the air, turned his head and whispered to An Twelve who was standing beside him, "Do you want to hang a red ribbon with me?"

An Twelve's eyes widened for a moment, he noticed that the self-proclaimed master in this sentence is useless, and he is not the king, but he is calling me directly.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, the red line of marriage can only be hung by people who are destined to be married, can he and his master really do it?

Isn't it delusional?

All the obsessions in my heart at this moment, and the delusion that I once dreamed back at that point in the middle of the night burst out.

An Twelve clenched his fist and opened his mouth just as he wanted to reply to Zhao Jin's words.

"Master, I..."

Walking in front of them was a Taoist man in a Taoist robe in green clothes, his black hair tied up with jade hairpins. The Taoist man was about 30 years old, his face was like a crown jade, and his eyes were as black as ink, as if he could see through everything in the world. It's profound, quite upright, and the clothes fluttering are very meaningful, a little fairy-like feeling.

The Taoist came to Zhao Jin, held a Taoist ceremony, and smiled.

"My surname is Zhang, and I am the owner of this Muhua temple. It is really radiant for the distinguished guests to come to Muhua temple."

Since Zhao Jin came here to put away all the signs of the palace, he naturally wanted to go on tour in a low-clothes, so Zhang Daoren couldn't easily call out his identity.

Zhao Jin was not angry when he was interrupted from what he had just said, he was slightly taken aback, and returned the salute to Taoist Zhang with a smile.

"Daozhang Zhang is too polite. I want to disturb you for a few days in Guiguan, so it's better if I don't disturb Daoist Qingxiu."

Zhang Daoren's black eyes that see through everything looked at Zhao Jin, and then they opened up and smiled.

"I think noble people's fate is extremely expensive, but red with black, it should be a fate that must be hurt by extreme wisdom, but now I am looking at noble people, the brows are full of auspicious clouds and purple, blowing away the traces of black clouds, thinking about it Noble people have their own good luck, and they will have a smooth journey in the future, not only blessing the people around them, but also blessing the common people."

Zhao Jin's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, he squinted his phoenix eyes, and looked at the Taoist.

There was some ups and downs in my heart. Although the voice of this Taoist was very low, only two people could hear it, but the meaning inside and outside the words was too thought-provoking.

Zhao Jin once wondered if this Taoist really had any supernatural powers, and could see his origin.

No matter what, this person said such a thing, and he didn't have any malice towards him.

Zhao Jin straightened up his mood immediately, with a smile on his face, and slightly bowed his hands to Daoren Zhang in return.

"Thank you for your kind words. I heard that Mu Hua Guan is Laojun's birthday these few days. I just want to offer incense and donate some sesame oil money to express my respect."

"It's a gift from a nobleman, so I dare not refuse it." Zhang Daochang wore a gray beard, and attracted a cute boy of about 10 years old, Yuxue: "This is the little disciple and nobleman who is teaching me. If you need anything, you can tell him that he will solve it for you."

The little boy had a cute face, and he showed a big smile towards Zhao Jin. Two sweet dimples flashed on his lips, and he said crisply: "See you, the boy's name is Shen Luyun. Do you have any questions in the audience?" Tell me anything."

Zhao Jin saw that the boy was clever and cute, so he reached out to Sun He who was standing beside him, and asked for a badge for accompanying him, handed it to the boy and said with a smile, "This is the badge for accompanying me, with his name, you can use it at any time. Come to me."

The little boy took the palm-sized jade tablet, and his face showed joy, his two sweet dimples made his smile even cuter.

The sweet Zhao Jin can't wait to step forward and stroke his hair.

However, in order to take into account the dignity of the prince, he still forcibly suppressed it.

Zhang Daochang saw Zhao Jin so unassuming, the smile on his face deepened.

"The nobleman must be exhausted from the busy work. The guest room has been prepared. It is a small courtyard in the middle of the mountain. The scenery there is beautiful and quiet. It is suitable for the nobleman to live in. Luyun, you can take the distinguished guest there."

"Thank you, Taoist priest!" Zhao Jin returned the salute slightly to the Taoist priest, and the group of people walked in a mighty manner.In the independent small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

This small courtyard is surrounded by lush trees in the mountains, it is very quiet and elegant, and it is not in the same room as ordinary pilgrims' rooms.

Zhao Jin was quite satisfied, and ordered Sun He to prepare hot water for bathing, washed off the dust on his body, changed into a comfortable dress, and sat at the coffee table to drink tea.

Thinking of the towering tree that he entered the Taoist temple just now and the countless red ribbons hanging on it, the corners of Zhao Jin's mouth slightly curled up, and he quietly called Sun He, and whispered some instructions.

Sun He looked up at his master in surprise.

Zhao Jin rolled his eyes and waved his hands: "Go, quickly get what I want."

Only then did Sun He nodded in surprise, bowed and said, "Yes."

After a while, Sun He ran back staggeringly, and handed the wooden box in his hand to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin opened the wooden box, looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, untied a money bag from his waist, and threw it in Sun He's hand.

"Here is a reward for you. When you are free these days, you can go for a stroll around the city. Remember not to cause trouble. Go, go back and have a good rest. You are tired from the journey."

Sun He took the money bag in pleasant surprise, but he prepared it for his master himself, and there were more than 50 taels of silver in it.

He hurriedly restrained the corners of his mouth, not letting himself laugh too much, which would annoy his master, and bowed to salute: "Yes! The slave will leave."

When Sun He was first transferred to Zhao Jin's side, An Twelve was quite jealous of Zhao Jin, and tried to make trouble several times, but after many things, he also understood.

The positions of the two are completely different. An Twelve is the person next to the master's pillow, so he should be closer, and as a servant, he just needs to do his master's orders and be his right-hand man.

And the fact is exactly the same, the master's temperament has changed a lot since he returned to Beijing last time, he is not as volatile as in the past, he is more lively, and he is more tolerant towards the servants and maids in the palace.

Moreover, the cost of clothes sent by the servants or eunuchs and maidservants in the palace has increased by two points. The servants in the palace are not grateful.

Sun He has been the son of Wang's family since he was a child, and now he has become Zhao Jin's servant, so he is naturally loyal.

Zhao Jinan Twelve Ever since the palace, the two mostly ate and lived together.

Zhao Jin sat at the tea table leisurely drinking tea with a wooden box in his hand. After a while, An Twelve came out with wet hair and a white cloth towel after washing.

Zhao Jin looked at the scene of this handsome man coming out of the bath, his eyes deepened, and he waved towards him.

"come over."

An Twelve came to Zhao Jin's side, and Zhao Jin casually took the white cloth towel in his hand, pushed the wooden box towards An Twelve's hand, and often said, "Take a look."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jin used a white cloth towel to help Anshi wipe his long wet hair.

An Twelve's whole body was stiff, his back was straight and straight, he didn't dare to move at all, allowing his master to brush his hair casually.

He opened the wooden box carefully, and saw a slightly red staring eye.

An Twelve's trembling fingers brushed over the red ribbon, as well as the inkstone and brush next to it, there is nothing he doesn't understand.

He thought that what he said under the tree just now was just a joke from the master, but he didn't want the master to really allow his delusion.

An Twelve used great restraint to resist turning his head to ask what happened. His ears were already red at this moment, and his heart seemed to be filled with a bunch of bunnies, beating wildly.

Although he had an idea in his mind, he was still not sure whether to ask aloud.

"Master... this is?"

Zhao Jin gently wiped An Shier's black hair with a cloth towel, and naturally saw that his ears were slightly red.

Zhao Jin laughed out loud, lying on the back of Dark Twelve, breathing on his sensitive ears, and said with a smile: "Do you want to write a piece with Master's name?"

An Twelve clenched his fists, knowing that this was a little out of bounds, but he still nodded firmly.

"Yes."

"Then write it on the support red belt and hang it on the tree?"

"Yes."

Zhao Jin's smile deepened at the corners of his brows and eyes. After getting along with each other for this period of time, An Twelve became more and more courageous, which was exactly what he was delighted with.

He took a bite of the soft and delicious earlobe in front of him, felt the man shake violently with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Okay, then write our names together, and hang them on the highest tree. place."

Hearing Zhao Jin's smiling voice, An Twelve couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising slightly, he couldn't help reaching out to grab Zhao Jin, holding the troublesome hand in his hair in his palm, and nodded emphatically.

"The master's name is naturally to be hung on the tallest tree branch."

Zhao Jin dropped the cloth towel casually, bowed his head and kissed the man's thin, cool lips.

Now the two of them are in the Taoist temple, it's not good, if there is any big move, they will get close to each other for a little while, and then they will go to bed together.

After blowing out the candles, they sat on the red ribbon, the two names were written on the top panel, and there was a line of small characters added by Zhao Jin on the bottom, the red silk alliance, couple's contract.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhao Jin dragged Dark Twelve to get under the tree early before opening the viewing.

An Twelve didn't need any internal force, just relied on the strength in his hand to throw the red ribbon on the tree.

Zhao Jin stood by and cheered for him, once failed to achieve twice, twice failed to achieve three times, I don't know how many times after that, An Twelve's hands fiercely pushed Zhao Jin, only feeling a gust of breeze, and directly took the red ribbon , fluttering upwards just happened to hang on the tree view, at the top.