After traveling through the book and becoming the fake daughter's biological sister

Weiguo, Yunlin.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow, although the snow was not that heavy.

Yunzhang stayed at home, and when he had nothing to do, he climbed up the ridge again.

There are a lot of rocks on the ridge. If you sit on them directly now, your butt will probably be lost.

Sweep the snow off the stones, stack a few cushions, and it will be nice to sit on.

Yunzhang sat here in a daze, watching Mengyun playing with a group of children all over the mountains and fields.

Snowy days are fun. Although it snows more than here, Mengyun can't play around in the palace. It's fun here.

There is an area behind Yunlin, which used to be a field. It is relatively higher and flatter, and children are playing here.

Both Mrs. Gan and Song Dabao risked their lives to accompany the prince.

Mrs. Gan was wearing warm clothes. The thickness was less than one foot, but about three inches. It was warm, but it was very inconvenient to move. For example, under her armpits, the clothes were five inches thick, and her arms were propped up. The sleeves were three inches thick, but her hands were still cold when she stretched them out.

Fortunately, Mrs. Gan is a person of cultivation. First, she is flexible, second, she is resistant to cold, and third, although she is old, she is in good condition. If you want to paint the crown prince, you can't miss winter.

Song Dabao is too small. Even with all the clothes on, he is just a ball in the snow. An adult has to watch him, or he might roll away.

Song Dabao stayed obediently beside his mother-in-law.

Song Erbao was held by his mother. He wanted to get out. Ah! He wanted to get out!

Gan Peiqing spanked his little butt and taught him a lesson: "Even if you run away, your mother can't save you."

Song Erbao was wearing such thick clothes that it seemed as if he was only 70% of his clothes outside and 30% of his flesh inside. The slaps could not hit him at all. Song Erbao shouted happily: "Third Auntie!"

No one could understand his pronunciation, so Gan Peiqing just had to guess and said, "Third Auntie doesn't have time to take care of you."

Song Erbao wanted to climb up the mountain, but his Third Aunt was busy, so he went to play with her.

If Gan Peiqing left him alone, he could only crawl one hole in half a day. Normally he crawled fast, but now he was wearing thick clothes and couldn't crawl in the snow.

Yunqi held a hand warmer beside her grandmother to warm her cold hands. She could wear gloves, but she couldn't paint with them on.

It’s too cold to paint, but it’s okay now. Mrs. Gan isn’t that cold, so a good painting is fine.

Song Erbao squeezed over to look at the painting and pointed at it.

Gan Peiqing nodded and added him in. It was just a group. I don’t know what they were doing?

Meng Yun and a group of kids were building a university hall, but they didn't build anything because there was too little snow.

Yunqi smiled and took Mengyun up the mountain to eat, and then continued after eating.

Meng Yun has longer legs and can barely walk in the snow, but the mountain road is dangerous, so Yun Qi leads him to walk carefully.

Gan Peiqing carried Song Xuan, and the maid carried Song Zai to the mountain.

There were stones everywhere, with cushions, a small table and a brazier.

Gan Peiqing laughed. It was warm, but it was too time-consuming, mainly relying on the means of gold ingots.

Yun Zhang made a talisman array to warm up the food, at least it would be warm in the stomach instead of cold. It was not a big problem for adults to eat cold food, but it was not the case for these children.

Qiu Ju said, "Now is the perfect time to take a warm bath."

Unfortunately, the hot springs are closed during the national mourning period, so it is best for everyone not to take a bath, or just wipe with hot water at home.

Yunzhang doesn't have to go. If you can take a bath at home, don't go. Wait until the national mourning is over, and then you can continue with everything else.

The national mourning or funeral rituals are divided into very detailed categories, such as what to do on the 27th day and what to do on the 77th day, which are different every year or two. But the 27th day is the most strict.

The monks of Yunyin Temple are all chanting sutras earnestly, because Master Jingci is a fellow monk, right? Or maybe he represents the filial piety of defending the country.

Don’t worry about what Yunzhang and the Crown Prince ate, just talk about what the Buddha of Yunyin Temple did.

Han Chuan ran over to get some food.

Yun Zhang saw that he was injured?

Han Chuan said, "I've taken the pills and I'm basically fine. Those dogs from the Liu family are really crazy. They still want to cause chaos in the capital, and everyone will want to kill them."

Yun Zhang said, "The Liu family is quite surprised, right?"

Han Chuan said: "It was quite unexpected. The Liu family didn't expect the emperor to be so rude to Old Liu and tried hard to promote the emperor's unfilial behavior. The common people said that if they did it again, it would be truly unfilial. The Liu family didn't expect that the King of Wei would take action first. Many people took action, and everyone in the Liu family wanted to kill him."

Qiu Ju asked, "Can the Liu family continue to make trouble?"

Han Chuan said, "Of course. The Liu family has to make trouble. Old Liu is dead. If they don't make trouble now, when will they make trouble? Those who still want benefits have not received them. There are a lot of them, all kinds of things."

Yun Zhang looked at it and came to Yunyin Temple again. It was fun.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow. There were a large number of brave guards guarding the Yunyin Temple. There were still many things trying to spy, but they all failed.

The weather is nice today, some believers come to burn incense and chant scriptures together.

Some people mixed in among them, but the Liu family was very flamboyant and there was no need to hide.

The leader was a woman, followed by a group of women. Their demeanor and dress were unusual, and they were not good women.

They were sitting in a luxurious carriage and were planning to drive straight in, but they couldn't get in at all because the door seemed to be welded shut.

A closed door is easy to open, but one that is completely sealed is difficult to open. It will take a while to open it.

So the women in the car simply got off. In addition to this group of women, there were some other people who were not decent people following behind.

Some believers watched the fun, and some prepared to move the Amitabha Buddha.

Several little monks hurriedly hid themselves. Amitabha, those donors were so scary.

The old monks all hid themselves and closed and welded the doors leading to the back, not allowing even a fly to fly in.

A believer tried to chase after him but was caught in the door and his head was crushed off.

Some of those who were about to chase stopped immediately. Judging from the situation, although it was not as fierce as the one below, the tension was about the same.

Those who are watching the fun should be careful, it is exciting, but it is easy to get killed.

The leading woman looked to be in her twenties, wearing a pink satin gown and a green cape. She was not wearing plain clothes, but was dressed very beautifully, standing out in the snow. The more I looked at her, the more I felt she was extraordinary.

The women and maids behind her were also dressed very beautifully, in an unusual style, but that obviously didn't mean she was ugly.

The maids served the leading woman.

Several other women dressed strangely began to study the ground and the surroundings.

A woman who looked to be in her forties, with a mean face covered with strange runes that could give people nightmares.

They studied the formation carefully and soon cracked it.

The welded door opened a crack.

The onlookers were all looking at him. How could he get in so easily? However, the sight of a group of women squeezing in through the crack of the door looked rather vulgar.

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment, and some opened their mouths to warn them. The onlookers pressed them to the ground, into the snow, and pressed them to death.

The young monk looked at them and said, "Amitabha," thinking that the girl was definitely not as strong as them, so he hoped that Amitabha would appear.

The Yunyin Temple is beautiful inside, and it looks even better after the snow, like a Buddhist pure land.

People outside saw a layer of fog inside, and it seemed like they saw those people going up the mountain. They were very nervous for a moment, Amitabha.