Traveling through ancient times, the princess of the special forces became the group's favorite

The next day was just getting light.

Tang Zhou led the government troops to surround the place.

Airtight.

Yun Chenyu and his men had already learned how to use pistols, and because they were anxious to return to Beijing to deliver a memorial, they left immediately after breakfast.

"Your Highness, your promise has not been fulfilled yet!" Shen Li was a little unhappy.

Yun Chenyu was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Shen Li meant.

It was originally agreed that she would teach him how to use a pistol and he would teach her Qinggong. Now she has done it, but he has not had the chance to do it yet.

Yun Chenyu smiled and said: A Li, I will definitely do what I promised you, and we can also learn Qinggong in Kyoto.

However, Qinggong is not so easy to learn. It requires extremely high physical fitness and long-term persistence.

So, when I get back, I'll find you some beginner's Qinggong footwork books, and we'll start learning from the beginning."

Hearing Yun Chenyu say this, Shen Li nodded in agreement.

She knew that Qinggong looked very simple, and one could take off with just a tap of the toes, but in fact it was very difficult to master this martial art. Without ten or eight years of practice, one would not be able to fly.

But Shen Li just wanted to learn.

In her previous life, she had read so many novels and watched so many TV dramas that she was very envious of people who could perform Qinggong.

Because the original owner had never learned any martial arts, if she wanted to learn Qinggong, she really had to start from the beginning.

Yun Chenyu ordered Tang Zhou to guard the salt mine, and the others returned to Kyoto together.

......

Halfway through the journey, it started to rain heavily.

They had to find a place to shelter from the rain first.

Coincidentally, there was a teahouse not far ahead.

They hurried over to take shelter from the rain.

There is a thousand-year-old temple near the teahouse. It is very famous and its fortune-telling by drawing lots is very effective. Many people come here to tell their fortunes and are willing to spend thousands of gold to ask the master to tell their fortunes.

Seeing Shen Li and Yun Chenyu riding in a luxurious carriage, dressed in fine silks and satins, the waiter at the teahouse assumed that the couple had come specifically for the ancient temple like everyone else...

Come and pray for a child.

While serving tea, he enthusiastically raised his hand and pointed at the ancient temple in the distance.

Yun Chenyu chose a good private room. From this position, he could just see the top of the ancient temple shrouded in mist in the distance through the window.

The waiter set the teacups and said, "Sir, look, that's the White Horse Temple. Our teahouse, especially this private room, has the best location; you can see it through the window."

However, it suddenly rained heavily today, so if you want to go up the mountain, it’s best to wait until the rain stops or gets lighter.”

Shen Li looked outside in the direction the waiter pointed: "White Horse Temple?"

The waiter nodded: "Yes, that's it."

"This White Horse Temple has stood here for over a thousand years. Its reputation is so great that even many ladies from the capital come here to burn incense and pray for fortunes. There's also a century-old marriage tree in the temple. It's said that the tree is magical. If you tie a red silk ribbon with your loved one's name on it, you will be able to be together forever."

The waiter saw that Yun Chenyu and Shen Li were already married, so he changed the subject and said:

"If you want to have a child, you still have to draw lots and burn incense. The temple abbot will interpret the lots and tell you how to have a child. I heard that most women who receive the abbot's interpretation can conceive."

Shen Li looked at the shadow of the ancient temple in the heavy rain in the distance and said with a smile, "Is it really that effective?"

She is a firm believer in 21st century materialism, and these are all superstitions.

The waiter set the teacups, stood up and said with a smile, "That's what they say. It's like this, if you believe it, it's there, if you don't believe it, it's not there."

After saying this, he bowed respectfully and left.

After he left, Qingluan was very excited.

She glanced at Jamel Xiao and found that he was also looking in her direction, then quickly lowered his head.

"Ali, are you interested in this?"

Yun Chenyu saw Shen Li asking the waiter a few questions just now, and thought that she was curious about the ancient temple, so he asked this question.

Shen Li took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It's just superstition. I don't believe in it."

Stay together forever?

It's just a comfort to my heart.

Asking for fortune to have a child?

If this is useful, wouldn't modern IVF techniques be useless?

"How about we go get a fortune-teller and ask for a divination to see when we can welcome our little prince?"

Yun Chenyu slightly raised the corners of his lips, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked at the person in front of him with interest. There was a hint of teasing and provocation in his smile.

Shen Li, who was sitting beside him, gently put down the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes, and rolled his eyes at him fiercely: "Go and ask for it yourself, and calculate carefully when you can have a son."

After hearing this, Yun Chenyu was not annoyed. Instead, he raised his head and laughed out loud. His laughter was hearty and unrestrained.

After laughing, he stared at Shen Li with burning eyes and said, "How can this be possible? If we want to go, we have to go together."

Shen Li frowned slightly and refused without hesitation: "I won't go."

......

The rain outside shows no sign of stopping.

It is obviously impossible to return to Beijing today.

After Yun Chenyu and Shen Li finished their tea, they went back to their room to rest.

They didn't have a good rest these two days. When Qingluan got into trouble, their hearts were in their throats. Until they found out that Yun Yin was illegally mining salt, they were even busier and had no time to rest.

Qingluan couldn't calm down for a long time after hearing what the waiter said.

She is now thirteen or fourteen years old, the age when love begins to stir.

So, Qingluan discussed with Qingzhi and asked Qingzhi to pay more attention to the princess here while she went to the White Horse Temple.

The rain outside was a little lighter than before, but there was still no sign of stopping.

Qingluan walked out of the teahouse holding an oil-paper umbrella.

White Horse Temple is on the mountain.

There are ninety-nine steps at the entrance, and walking up these ninety-nine steps means being sincere.

Although there had just been a heavy rainstorm and it was now cloudy and rainy, there was still a constant stream of people coming to the temple to burn incense and draw lots.

It is enough to show that this temple is very popular.

Some walked towards the temple with umbrellas, while others walked down the mountain with umbrellas and smiles on their faces.

Qingluan entered the temple and first lit three incense sticks in front of the Buddha and added some incense money.

Then he took a red silk cloth, dipped it in ink, wrote three words, and prepared to walk into the yard.

The century-old tree in the courtyard is hung with red silk. Some of the silk has changed color due to wind and sun, while some has just been tied.

There were many men and women around the ancient tree holding oil-paper umbrellas and tying red silk.

Qingluan was about to go out when she suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask the monk.

"Will the name I just wrote get washed off by the rain?"

The young monk who was sweeping the floor stopped what he was doing and said politely, "Donor, this sacred tree has been exposed to the sun and rain all year round. Sooner or later, the name on it will disappear. Even the red silk in your hand will one day be blown away by the wind and sun and turned into nothing.

But this sacred tree will help you convey your wishes to the heavens, and once the gods know about it, they will definitely help you."

Qingluan nodded and thanked him.

Open the oil-paper umbrella and step out of the hall.