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It was almost dusk, and according to Jing Tiancheng's instructions, it seemed that he would arrive at the depth of the field soon.

Jing Zhuozhuo and the rest bid farewell to the young masters of the three families before leaving together. Their graceful figures were left behind amidst the verdant green of the azure bamboo, against the slightly red, fiery, and scorching sunset, it was extremely like a beautiful, rarely seen painting, causing the souls of the Huang and Bai Clan's young masters to lose their minds.

By the time Jing Zhuozhuo returned to the campus, Tu Mi had already left, her head lowered as she collected the calligraphy and paintings in the courtyard.

"Banana, go prepare some tea."

After sending away the bananas, Jing Zhuozhuo slowly walked in front of Tu Mi, lowering her eyes and glancing at the calligraphy and paintings in her hands. Originally, it was a painting, but now, all that was left was a painting. It seemed that the other word had been secretly taken away by Jing Qing'er's servant girl to be copied.

Interesting, what would Jing Qing'er do after she copied it? He had intentionally brought him to the bamboo forest, but what did he intend to do when he encountered the three new noble sons?

Everything would be revealed tonight. She was not in a hurry. Because of these childish tactics that even children could see through, Jing Zhuozhuo was not the least bit interested in them.

Hearing the knock on the door, Banana immediately went to open the door. Seeing the depth of the field outside the door, her face was filled with joy as she quickly opened up a path for the depth to enter.

"Miss, the eldest young master is here."

Jing Zhuozhuo tidied up her clothes and walked out. When she saw the depth of the view, she smiled and gently called out to her brother.

"Just now, I accompanied dad to the Zen Courtyard to listen to Master's sermon. When I came back, I heard that you lived in this courtyard, so I came in to take a look. Are you used to it at the Buddha Temple? "

Jing Cheng smiled warmly as he stepped forward, his watery eyes shining like jade. In the general darkness of the night, his handsome face seemed to have been dyed with a layer of darkness, but it did not conceal the warm feeling he gave others, like a gentle spring breeze or a light rain.

It was as if wherever he stood, it would become a unique space. It was warm and tranquil and peaceful, with a few hints of Jing Zhuozhuo's comprehension after she recited the Diamond Sutra.

Thinking about her strange analogy, Jing Zhuozhuo couldn't help but find it funny. She walked forward a few steps and intimately pulled at Jing Chen's sleeves, tilting her head and looking at him with an innocent look. "The view of Buddha Temple is great, Zhuozhuo is very used to it. Has my brother eaten yet? Would you like to go to the fast with Zhuozhuo? "

"Let's go."

"Yes." Jing Cheng replied and let Jing Zhuozhuo tug on his sleeve as she walked out of the courtyard.

Esteemed guests of the Buddha Temple all stayed in the backyard, while the place where they ate was on the east side of the backyard. As a frequent visitor of the Buddha Temple, Jing Family naturally had its own independent courtyard that he used for food. When Jing Zhuozhuo arrived at the depth of the field, Jing Chuchu, Jing Qing'er, and Jing Waner had already taken their seats. The only person missing from the table was Jing Tiancheng.

Jing Cheng and Jing Zhuozhuo each sat on the left and right sides of the main seat. Only when they straightened up did they hear the sound of footsteps from outside the courtyard. Without guessing, he already knew that it was Jing Tiancheng. The group of people stood up one by one and stood behind their chairs with their hands hanging by their sides, looking towards the door in unison.

Seeing Jing Tiancheng, who was wearing an ink-colored brocade dress and wearing a pair of shoes with a black silk cloth and gold lining, all bowed respectfully and greeted his father.

Jing Tiancheng nodded slightly, then walked to the seat of honor and sat down.

"Butler, tell us to start the meal."

Before long, a few young monks came forward respectfully with a plate of vegetarian dishes. After serving the dishes, they quietly left. Jing Tiancheng took the chopsticks and took a bite of the dish first. Only then did the others start to move their chopsticks, each of them quietly eating the meal in front of them. From time to time, the maidservants would help his mistress spread the dishes. During this time, all he could hear was the sound of the chopsticks touching the blue and white porcelain plate.

When dinner was over, a young monk came to take away the dishes and clean the table before bringing some tea. Jing Tiancheng had no intention to leave, so the others couldn't leave either.

Lili glanced at Jing Zhuozhuo through the thin fog that was rising from her teacup. She quickly moved her eyes away and smiled at Jing Tiancheng, "Dad, since we're all here, how about we let Qing'er go with her sisters to the Cloud Mother Tree to pray?" "Qing'er thought that her little brother had caught a cold, so she could go and pray for him so that he could get better as soon as possible."

Hearing that, Jing Tiancheng smiled brightly. With love and doting in his dark eyes, he said happily, "Since that's the case, then let's go. It's rare for Qing'er to be worried about Cheng."

"Thank you, Father. Your daughter knows that Father is the best."

Jing Qing'er couldn't help but feel pleased with herself when she saw Jing Tiancheng's pampered eyes. She arrogantly glanced at Jing Zhuozhuo and the others at the side, showing off her skills.

Naturally, Jing Zhuozhuo pretended not to see Jing Qing'er's childish behavior. However, Jing Chuchu and Jing Waner, who were standing at the side, were thoroughly angered. All of their faces remained as still as a mountain, but the anger and hatred in their eyes could not be concealed.

Jing Zhuozhuo suddenly felt like she was watching a play. She couldn't help but smile.

The few of them sat in the room for a while longer. It was clear that the lanterns outside the yard were already hung up. Then, they got up and left together. Jing Tiancheng led Jing Chen to the meditation room to listen to the lecture. Jing Zhuozhuo and the others then led the maidservants in a grandiose manner towards the direction of the Cloud Mother Tree. Red lanterns were hung all along the way, but the road beneath their feet was clearly illuminated.

The so called Cloud Mother Tree was actually a hundred-year-old banyan tree. It had existed since the creation of the Buddha Temple. This tree was covered in branches and leaves, covering an area of about ten zhang. Therefore, it was called a divine tree. Most of the pilgrims who came to Buddha Temple to pray would take the red caltrop they bought and throw it with a stone at the trunk of the tree. The higher the position of the red caltrop, the more effective it was. In the past hundred years, countless people had prayed to the mica tree, so the trunk of the tree was also covered with floating red caltrops.

Some of them had lost their color after experiencing the baptism of wind and frost over a long period of time. Some of them were still very bright.

When they arrived, Jing Zhuozhuo took out the red caltrops she had prepared a long time ago. She kowtowed reverently, tied the red caltrops with a stone, and threw it at the Cloud Mother Tree.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, seeming to instantly blow away the scorching heat of summer and bring a sense of coolness. Under the night sky, the rows and rows of bright red lanterns were like specks of snow between the black ink. Stretching them out, it was quite a different feeling.

"Big sister, I heard that the Buddha Temple's night scenery is also top-notch, why don't we take a walk around? In any case, it is still early. If we go back, I'm afraid it will be too hot and unbearable. "

Jing Zhuozhuo cast a sidelong glance at Jing Qing'er. She didn't even have the time to conceal the glint in her eyes as she felt a chill run down her spine.

But it was time to make her move. It didn't matter, she was just watching the show. Since Jing Qing'er couldn't wait to make her move, she would just do as she was told.

Very quickly, the group went to the Star Observation Platform specially built west of Buddha Temple. After looking at the stars and casually chatting for a while, Jing Qing'er suggested that they go to the Mo Garden. The few of them began walking towards the Black Garden again, and the scenery along the way was quite eye-catching.

The so called Mo Garden was a large garden that had been specially opened within the Buddha Temple for the nobility to admire the flowers. Different kinds of flowers were planted in different areas, and the different areas were separated by different types of vegetation, which were connected by a winding corridor.

Such a place was really suitable for a reunion.

Jing Zhuozhuo calmly swept her gaze over her surroundings. She noticed that the Zen Courtyard was the closest to where she could host it. She couldn't help but become a bit more clear about Jing Qing'er's plan.

"Big sister, look, this Mo Garden is really exquisite." "The plants here are all summer flowers. Look at the orchids there, and where are the everlasting red flowers, swallows, and lilacs? They're really beautiful.

"Ah, where is the Platinum Platinum that Waner likes? "What a big piece of land. Waner, go take a look."

Jing Waner looked at the large field of orange stalks not far away and screamed out in joy. She ran over skipping and jumping with the help of her personal maidservants, Wu Yue and Qiu Jin.

Seeing that Jing Waner had run away, Jing Qing'er withdrew her gaze and smiled coquettishly at Jing Zhuozhuo, "Big sis, why don't we play a game?"

"Okay, anyway it's so boring."

Seeing that Jing Chuchu agreed to Jing Qing'er's suggestion without any objections, Jing Zhuozhuo did not decline and nodded in agreement.

Jing Qing'er continued happily, "Qing'er heard that although the Mo Garden is divided into different gardens, there is a small path connecting each garden to the other. How about this, let's each pick a garden and see who will come out in the shortest amount of time. "

"This attention is quite good. Not only can you enjoy the scenery of the Mo Garden, but you can also increase the flavor."

"That's good too. It's still early anyway."

After saying that, the three of them each picked a small path. The maidservants by the side lit up the path with lanterns, and after a short while, they disappeared into the lush foliage.

After approximately half an incense stick of time, a figure suddenly appeared on the previously empty path. The figure hurriedly entered one of the paths and disappeared. Not long after, another figure emerged from the small path in the middle of the flowers. With an expression on his face, he hastily walked out of the Black Wood Garden.

Under the dim light, Jing Zhuozhuo walked leisurely, followed by Banana and Tu Mi.

"Tell me, where would he be waiting?"

Jing Zhuozhuo's voice sounded like she was sighing, but there was also a hint of ridicule in it. "The Mo Garden is divided into a total of nine courtyards. Other than the one the Fourth Miss chose, there are seven of the remaining eight gardens that are related to each other, and the remaining one that can only be left after walking through until the end. "The little miss chose this one, it just so happens that it's impossible to walk this path."

"There's no way out?" Then if he happens to come in from the outside, there's no way to avoid it. "

Tu Mixu looked away as if she didn't hear Jing Zhuozhuo's words.

Banana only felt that the two people in front of her were trying to solve a riddle, but she could not understand what they were talking about. She raised her head to ask, but then she saw Miss suddenly turn around and walk back quickly. Originally, they didn't walk for long after entering, but in the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, they walked out.

Jing Zhuozhuo stood on the spot, glanced at the remaining paths, and casually picked one to enter. After walking a few steps, she suddenly looked back at Tu Mi and asked, "How many people are there now?"

"Twelve, thirteen and twelve."

Tu Mi answered almost without thinking. To Canna, the answer sounded even stranger. She was confused and didn't know whether it was twelve or thirteen.

However, Jing Zhuozhuo understood. Tu Mi was referring to the four of them together with their two maids. Following that, Thirteen gained another person, while the other twelve left after the last person.

As for who came and who left, they would soon know.

Jing Zhuozhuo was in no hurry. She pulled the flower over and sniffed at it, a slight smile on her lips. In the end, Tu Mi couldn't stand her nonchalant attitude and finally opened her mouth, "Miss, you're not worried?"

"What's there to worry about? Didn't you see the terrain of this place before?" Moreover, you have the best understanding of the whereabouts of everyone here. Anyway, before father comes, there must be someone with him. "

Tu Mi was speechless. She felt that nothing could escape Jing Zhuozhuo's eyes. She knew that she carried a unique skill with her, and that she was concealing something, but she ignored it and even tore off her indenture contract to give herself back her freedom. She was not afraid of the consequences of treating herself like that. Naturally, what she got in return was Tu Mi's heartfelt love for Jing Zhuozhuo.

In the afternoon, when she left under Jing Zhuozhuo's instructions, she went to the temporary residence of Huang Bai Wang's three Young Nobles and saw a note in Huang Yanji's yard. What was written on it was precisely the handwriting on the piece of paper that had been taken away by the imitation of the red robe. The intention was obvious.

That was to make an appointment in her name and then use it to trick Jing Zhuozhuo into having a rendezvous with Huang Yanji in the Mo Garden to attract Jing Tiancheng to break the contract. Therefore, from the Star Observation Platform after dinner to the current Mo Garden game, it was all part of Jing Qing'er's plan.