Chapter 5 is light

Bu Nuan pulled her into the room, poured tea and put it in front of her and said, "Mother, sit down and rest for a while. Why is it uncomfortable to be good? If you don't call, you can't go back next time. She leaned forward through the short, "I asked my mother something. Today, Aunt Zhixian mentioned General Lan. I heard the meaning of that, as if I didn't marry him. Why does my mother say that it's up to me to marry or not? If you offend others, you are afraid of wearing your father's shoes in the officialdom.

Mrs. Bu raised her eyes and said, "Did Zhixian tell you?"

Bu Nuan nodded, "It's quite a lot, and he also talked about her and uncle. Mother, it turns out that Zhixian likes his uncle. Don't you know? Why did she look at such a water-near building for nothing? It can be decided a long time ago."

Mrs. Bu was stunned by her. Zhixian really had feelings for Rong and Yu, so she was still a dangerous person. She looked at Bu Nuan and sighed. The silly girl and the interest to lead others up, they didn't know how much they hated her! It's really worrying that she is so careless.

"They don't match well. Don't ask about the adults, just take care of yourself." Mrs. Bu said, "Can love be promoted by wishful thinking? No matter how much she likes your uncle, what can do if your uncle refuses to marry her! I don't understand the truth that you can't become a husband and wife. Who can you blame? So I told you that you are with General Lan. If you think it's okay, your mother will tell Lan Sheng the news of the marriage. He is a reasonable person and does not force others to be difficult. Lan Sheng is indeed smart at this point, and he is much better than Zhixian.

She listened and said, "Then let's take a look! Since you have a marriage contract, you always have to give someone an explanation. If I delay others, I will feel sorry for it.

Mrs. Bu didn't say anything. In fact, she was still worried that there would be doubts from Princess Yangcheng. In front of her head, Bu Nuan had been asleep and didn't know when she would wake up. She thought about returning the bride price to the princess's mansion. Because He Lanmin, the original big media, passed away, he couldn't find anyone to return the gift, so this matter was delayed. Now that the cloth is warm, there has to be a decision after such a long time. I know that my meat hurts, and Lan Sheng's deep affection alone is useless. After getting married, she has to get along with her parents-in-law. In case Princess Yangcheng has a thorn in her eyes, she only gave birth to this one and is definitely reluctant to throw it into the fire.

"Look carefully and nod when you feel that it's a good match. I know that you were not happy about the marriage of the Xia family. It was indeed our fault. Mrs. Boo lowered her eyes and sighed, "If it hadn't been for our parents' arbitrariness, you wouldn't have come to this point. I have discussed with your father. You can decide on your marriage later, and we won't force you again. Don't ask for high officials. As long as you treat you sincerely, you are a reasonable child of a good family. We have nothing to say here.

Bu Nuan was quite surprised. Her mother had always been an independent person, and this family also had the final say. Choosing a son-in-law is her most important thing. She has been firmly holding it in her hand and never relaxes at all. Unloading the burden at the moment really made her very uneasy. Thinking about what must have happened will make my mother change her original intention. She became more and more curious, and the fog made it difficult for her to sleep and eat. Everyone's reaction is so strange that she is not a fool. My mother even changed the people around her. Isn't it strange?

She listened in her ears and was not in a hurry to ask. You can't ask why, just pay attention to the back position. Fortunately, I have to learn shadow from my uncle tomorrow, and maybe I can hear something at that time.

Thinking of her uncle, her heart thuded. On the one hand, he is afraid that he will fall face in front of him if he can't learn well, and on the other hand, why doesn't people yearn for it when he is on the side? At that time, she stared at him... She held her hot face and was impressed by her infinite imagination.

Anyway, I'm very happy anyway. Counting hours to tomorrow, as if you can't wait. She held it and said tentatively to her mother, "I heard that a temple fair was held in the West City, and there were booksellers set up stalls selling ancient books of calligraphy and paintings. The post in my study should be changed. I want to take a leave with my mother tomorrow and go to the market to buy some office utensils.

But her mother didn't seem to agree, "Why bother going out in person? Your father just gives it to you. In spring, the willows are flying all over the earth, and they will get sick again!"

She was dumbfounded and unconvinced. She pouted and said, "I want mud and gold paper to practice regular script. My father doesn't use that kind of paper. He thinks it's too feminine." She squined at her, "Mother asked me to go. The West City is not far away, and it doesn't take much time to go back and forth. I'm locked at home all day, and I'm really going to get sick."

Mrs. Bu thought carefully, "Then I'll go with you tomorrow, and I can rest assured that you are by my side."

She became dissatisfied and angrunted, "How can I make you feel like a prisoner in the big prison!"

Mrs. Bu had shrewd eyes and glanced at her and said, "What? Isn't it good to be with your mother? How can a young girl go out alone? It's so unorthodox!"

I have to give up the warmth and coldness. It seems that I can't go to the appointment tomorrow. This uncle is also blamed. What should his family do to hide? Just come and stop openly. How tired it is to sneak around!

She was not happy to stand up and go to Luohan's couch. He lay outside on the back of his clothes and muttered, "My string was broken yesterday and I want to change the string."

Mrs. Bu asked, "Is it the one brought by Dongdu? You're not the only one, isn't there still one in the library? Later, I asked someone to move here. If it's broken, I'll send someone out to find a master. Give me peace, don't just think about running out."

She had no choice but to shut up angrily and stopped talking. Mrs. Bu looked at her and sighed. At fifteen or sixteen years old, she was the age of running and jumping, and it was difficult for her to watch her all the time. But what should I do? There are too many to beware of. Rong is nothing on the surface, but who knows what can't be put in the bottom of my heart. Princess Yangcheng didn't want Lansheng to be implicated with Bu Nuan again to prevent her from black hands. And the Xia family, although the matter of Jingjietang has come to an end, it is difficult to catch the old tune... She can play with her child's temper, but she, a mother, has to think about her. She must be complaining about her now, and there is no way. Just complain! Anyway, she is used to being a villain. As long as the cloth is warm, she doesn't care about those.

My mother left, but Bu Nuan didn't sleep all night. I thought of many ways to get out of the load, but in the end, it didn't end. This house seems to be loose, but in fact, it is like an iron wall. Without asking to worship Buddha in the temple or go shopping, my mother is very strict, and her life is extremely boring.

Get up in the morning and have nothing to do, so I sat under the porch and watched Weiyu Weiyao decorate the small Buddha hall. The extra decorations in the room have been removed and look empty. A Guanyin was offered in Chu Huang's shrine, and fruit candles were laid in front of him, and two rolls of sandalwood were lit. There were a few futons on the ground in front of the high case, and there was no shop in front of the village. Sure enough, it smelled like a quiet place of Buddhism.

"There used to be a Buddhist hall in the north surrounding room!" Wei Yu held two volumes of scriptures and stood under the water. He rubbed a layer of oil on his bronze skin and looked like the eighteen bronze people in the temple, which was shining under the sun. He said, "There is also a divine position. I recognize those words, saying something like Duke He Lan... It seems to be the late Duke of Zhou He Lanmin."

Bu Nuan is at a loss. This is a famous figure. Why is there his position in the house?

"It may be the old friend of the master! Have you asked your wife what to do?" She looked at the scroll in Weiyu's hand, "What kind of scripture is this?"

Wei Yu said, "It is a complete volume of the Bodhisattva Sutra of the King of Tibet, which is used for those who have passed away." After thinking about it, "Madam sent this scripture, didn't you ask the lady to do merit for the prince!"

Bu Nuan knew little about it and didn't ask who it was. "If you want to read it horizontally and vertically, set up another case to worship it!"

Wei Yu should go down to do it, and Wei Yao came in with the little one who moved the piano in the front yard. Busy setting up the piano rack, opening the lid of the box and holding the piano out. He played on the surface of the piano and praised, "It's oily and slippery. It must be a good piano!"

Bu Nuan came over and looked at it. One string and one pillar and Yue Shan's piano feet gave her a sad moment - so familiar, it seemed that it contained countless memories. There was something in her mind, but it was clear for a moment and fell into chaos. Unwillingly, she touched it and sat down in front of the dwarf case. The panel of the piano is engraved with the three friends of the cold, and she stared at it for a long time. She stretched out her fingers and hooked the string, buzzing through the sky, as if to make a gap in her memory.

"What's wrong with Miss?" Wei Yu said, "Is it good to play such a wonderful piano?"

She went to adjust the zheng pillar and thought for a moment, "Do you know Guangling San? Guangling San's opening finger and small preface are all famous. I'll stop for you.

She rubbed the strings so loudly that one end bounced, and the other soul went away. The piano seemed to be magical, playing, and I saw some kind of scene in a trance - a pavilion with a man sitting on her knees. Looking at her from time to time, her face was not very clear, and her whole face seemed to have only a pair of enlarged eyes. There is a sad and love look in the eyes. She felt hopeless. She couldn't remember who he was, but she knew that there must be that person. Carrying her on the street after the rain, she walks through the various lanterns hanging high on the wall...

She stopped the movement of her hand and sat in front of the piano case in a daze. Who the hell is it? Is it Xia Jiulang? No... She looked back and saw that there was no one around her to ask. The mother always avoided intentionally or unintentionally. The wet nurse and the Xiangon jade stove were gone. She had no annotation and could not catch it. She had to discover it by herself.

At this time, Mrs. Bu came in with impatience and irritability on her face. She stood up and greeted her, "Is your mother here?"

Mrs. Bu didn't say anything, "These days, things are coming one after another. Do you also join in the fun of funerals? The year is not good, and there are a series of people who die, and it seems that they can't stop at the beginning. Your father's uncle passed away. I'm going back to Luoyang. What should you do? It's not easy to go back and show up. I'm so worried. She has a natural hatred for Bu, and she really received too much unfair treatment back then. Now that I have survived, I have lived a good life. I could have died, but for the sake of fame and face, I still have to pretend to be generous and perfunctory. In her heart, she was reluctant and complained, "It's better for me to say that their Bu family is dead. You can't escape from the edge of the sky, so you can't get away without sending a funeral letter. It's not troublesome to send someone from Luoyang to Chang'an. If you don't go, you and I can't rest assured..."

Bu Nuan was secretly happy, but his face was faint. "I'm not going anywhere at home. What's wrong with me!" When will the mother start?

Mrs Bu said, "I'll tell you and leave. Your uncle is in the coffin. At most three days, I'll come back when he is buried."

Three days? Then three days are free. My father's government is busy with official business, so naturally his family can't take care of him. Even if her mother leaves someone close to see her, she won't be able to deal with a few servants.

"Mother, don't worry about me, just go! If you go back to the old house, say hello to the wet nurse for me, and I won't see you now. She took her mother to the bottom of the steps. "Be careful on your mother's way, go early and come back early."

Mrs. Bu nodded out of the garden. She turned around and grinned at the corners of her mouth. He waved to Wei Yao to the door to look at it. He went into the room to change his clothes and dressed up again, waiting for Si Zheng to get ready to leave the courtyard as soon as he arrived.