"Where is Miaofeng Mountain?" Zhong Mingwei ignored Kong Wenmin, got off the carriage, looked at the majestic mountain in front of him from a distance, and asked with squinted eyes.
"Yes, it is Miaofeng Mountain." Kong Wenmin was startled, and then hurriedly replied.
"I heard that there is a Niangniang Temple on Miaofeng Mountain, which is very effective." Zhong Mingwei said again.
"Yes, people in the capital say that Miaofeng Mountain is a spiritual mountain, and the concubine in the Empress Temple is the most effective. Therefore, couples in the capital, whether they want to beg for a child or for a woman to give birth safely, will go to the Empress Temple to burn incense and pray. , Even foreigners come here to burn incense and pray every year," Kong Wenmin finally understood what Zhong Mingwei meant, and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to go to Niangniang Temple to burn incense and pray?"
"Why not?" Zhong Mingwei looked at his frowning brows and said with a smile.
"Accordingly, Madam is pregnant now, and she is about to give birth. I should go to the Niangniang Temple to burn incense and pray for Madam, but..." Kong Wenmin looked embarrassed and hesitant, "It's just that it's too late for Jing Shan at this time. How can the body of Long Live Lord and Ten Thousand Venerables..."
"What kind of body am I?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled, looking at the twilight of the morning light in the sky, he said slowly, "It's just an ordinary man who wants to ask the mother-in-law for a blessing and peace of mind."
"Then what do you mean... go in a low suit?" Kong Wenmin knew that Zhong Mingwei couldn't be stopped, so he asked immediately.
"Well, there's no need for many people to follow, you can just go up the mountain with me." Zhong Mingwei nodded, turned around and got into the carriage again, calling the chief eunuch to get a casual clothes and change.
"Yes, this subordinate obeys orders." Although he promised with his mouth, how could Kong Wenmin really dare not let others follow him? Immediately ordered the hidden guards to be careful to escort them.
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Miaofeng Mountain.
Changed into casual clothes, Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin each rode a horse to the foot of Miaofeng Mountain. The two tied up their horses. It was a good day, so there were more people than usual. Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin followed the crowd and walked forward. There were two paths up the mountain. It is a narrow mountain road, a bit rough and far away, for devout believers to kneel and worship all the way up the mountain, but it rained last night, and the mountain road was slightly muddy at this time. He followed the crowd and walked up the stairway, but seeing Zhong Mingwei walking towards the mountain road with few people, he was so busy that he pushed aside the crowd and chased after him.
"Master, your body is precious, and you have leg problems. You can't..." Before Kong Wenmin finished speaking, he saw that Zhong Mingwei had lifted the hem of his robe, and then knelt down on the muddy path. Kong Wenmin stared at him. Zhong Mingwei clasped his hands together to pray, then kowtowed respectfully, then got up, continued to take a step forward, then lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down...
Kong Wenmin didn't say anything more, but silently knelt behind Zhong Mingwei, following him to kneel up the mountain piously.
In the early morning sunshine, Zhong Mingwei knelt down all the way up, his heart was filled with the smell of soil and grass, this is the smell he is familiar with, and it also makes him feel peaceful and warm. In the past few years, this smell has been with him, accompanied him through the hard times, and accompanied him to reap the tranquility and happiness. He is very attached to this smell, so even though Meiya later sought He opened three acres of land in the imperial garden, but he ran there more often than Meiya. He liked to sit in that square field, weeding or watering, or simply When he was in a daze, and the government pressed him again, the seedlings and loess in that place would always give him strength.
Walking halfway up the mountain, Zhong Mingwei was a little tired. He stopped, sat on the spot, wiped his sweat, and panted slightly.