The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Where is Miaofeng Mountain?" Zhong Mingwei ignored Kong Wenmin, got off the carriage, looked at the lofty mountain in front of him from afar, squinted and asked.

"Yes, it is Miaofeng Mountain." Kong Wenmin was stunned, and then he was busy.

"I heard that there is a Niangniang Temple on Miaofeng Mountain, which is very efficacious." Zhong Mingwei said again.

"Yes, people in the capital say that Miaofeng Mountain is a Lingshan mountain. The delivery girl in Niangniang Temple is the most effective. Therefore, couples in the capital, whether they want to have children or they want to have children safely, will go to Niangniang Temple to burn incense and pray. Even the outsiders come here to burn incense and pray every year," Kong Wenmin finally understood the meaning of Zhong Mingwei and asked in a low voice Do you want to go to Niangniang Temple to burn incense and pray? "

"Why not?" Zhong Mingwei looked at his frown and said with a smile.

"It's said that the lady is pregnant now and is about to give birth. It's also necessary for me to go to the Niangniang Temple to burn incense and pray for her, but..." Kong Wenmin's face was puzzled and hesitated, "but at this time, it's too late for Jingshan. The fish and dragons on the mountain are mixed. How can a man of longevity be..."

"Who am I?" Zhong Mingwei chuckled and looked at the morning light in the sky. He said softly, "but it's just an ordinary man who wants to ask for a blessing and peace of mind with the lady who sent his son."

"I mean Go ahead in micro clothes? " Kong Wenmin knew that Zhong Mingwei could not be stopped. He asked immediately.

"Well, I don't need many people to follow. Just follow me up the mountain." Zhong Mingwei nodded, turned around and got on the carriage again, and called the chief eunuch to take his plain clothes and change clothes.

"Yes, I do." Although it was promised by the mouth, where did Kong Wenmin really dare not let people follow him? At that time, he told the dark guard to be careful.

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Miaofeng Mountain.

Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin, who had changed their casual clothes, drove a horse respectively to the foot of Miaofeng Mountain, and they tied up the horse. Now it was bright. There were many people going up the mountain for incense, plus today is a good day, so there are more people than usual. Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin followed the crowd, and walked forward. There are two ways to go up the mountain, one is step, repair It's neat and neat. It's close to the top of the mountain. The two roads are narrow and small. They're a little rugged and far away. They are for the devout and honest people to kneel down on the mountain. It rained last night. At this time, the mountain road is slightly muddy. Looking at it, no one is willing to kneel down on the path. Kong Wenmin naturally follows the crowd to the step road, but he looks at it Zhong Mingwei unexpectedly walked to the mountain road with few people. He was so busy that he got rid of the crowd and rushed to catch up.

"Sir, you are precious and have leg disease. You can't......" Before Kong Wenmin finished speaking, he watched Zhong Mingwei lift the hem of his robe, then knelt down on the muddy track. Kong Wenmin stared at Zhong Mingwei and prayed with his hands together. Then he kowtowed respectfully, got up, continued to move forward, then raised the hem of his robe and knelt down

Kong Wenmin didn't say anything more. He knelt silently behind Zhong Mingwei and knelt down on the mountain devoutly.

In the early morning sunshine, Zhong Mingwei kneels down all the way. His heart is filled with the taste of soil and grass, which is familiar to him. It also makes him feel peaceful and warm. In the years of ningguta, the taste of the share has always accompanied him, accompanied him through the hard times, and accompanied him to harvest the peaceful happiness , he is very attached to this taste, so although Meiya asked him to open three mu of land in the imperial garden later, he ran more frequently than Meiya. He liked to sit in the square field, or hoe grass or water, and he was simply stunned. The government pressed himself again, and the seedlings and loess in that field always gave him strength.

Halfway up the mountain, Zhong Mingwei was a little tired. He stopped, sat where he was, wiping his sweat and panting slightly.