Chapter 46 Temple Fair

"Jiu'er knows that the third sister is in trouble, but Jiu'er is not the master of the gun. Third sister, you are so insincere. The ninth sister looked indifferent and saw the sixth sister looking back at her and the third sister. She couldn't help smiling at the sixth sister. The sixth sister turned her head angrily and accelerated her pace a little.

"How can my ninth sister trust me!" The third sister gritted her teeth and said in a low voice.

"Even if I am out of favor, my grandmother and second aunt will not do anything for the sake of the Li family. What else do I have to ask for in this house." The ninth sister couldn't help narrowing her eyes, and her eyes fell on the back of the sixth sister.

"I don't believe you can really have no desire." The third sister is angry. This ninth sister is too ignorant, but if the ninth sister really makes up with her because of this, the ninth sister really doesn't deserve to let her care.

Hearing this, the brilliance in Sister Jiu's eyes shone and calmed down in an instant. "You are very spoiled in front of your grandmother and second aunt!"

Nine sister sighed!

The third sister was stunned, but smiled. Suddenly, she understood the ninth sister, "Which one do you think you will choose, grandmother or mother?"

The ninth sister winked at the third sister, "I won't choose either."

"Why?" The third sister blurted out.

"Bingzhe to protect yourself, why do you need to go to muddy water!"

"Nine sister, although you speak freely now, in this Xue's house, who doesn't want to be favored by his grandmother and mother? Like me, he can not only please his grandmother, but also help his mother." The third sister has a little pride on her face.

"Jiu'er is definitely not as good as the third sister." The ninth sister lowered her eyes and said lightly, "But in the end, the third sister still wants to marry someone you don't want to marry."

She raised her head and looked into the eyes of Sister Jiu without showing weakness.

The third sister raised her eyebrows, "You don't understand, you still don't understand. There is no woman in the big house who is unwilling to marry, only whether she can marry a good husband. So I'm very satisfied with this marriage, just..."

The third sister's face darkened. Her dowry is definitely not as good as the sixth sister's. Maybe she can't even compare with the eldest sister's. She really can't swallow it.

"After all, my mother is in charge now, and it's the best choice to make friends with my mother!" The third sister muttered, as if she was making a decision for herself, and as if she was persuading the ninth sister.

She suddenly woke up and took the ninth sister's little hand and said, "Don't say that, we are here to visit the temple fair today, and I won't have a chance to play like today." The ninth sister swept away her mind just now.

The temple fair was very lively. The square at the gate of the temple was full of stalls, and there were hawking one after another. The sixth sister walked quickly and had already hidden in the crowd with the falling rain. The fourth sister also took Guiqiu to bypass the third sister and the ninth sister and squeezed into the crowded place.

The third sister led the ninth sister to a clay figurine booth and picked up a colored clay figurine on a bamboo stick with a smile: "Do you like it, here you?"

Sister Jiu subconsciously took over the clay figurine and looked at it curiously. She really hadn't seen the clay figurine or anything. It was really beautiful.

The third sister saw that the ninth sister liked this little thing, and asked the master who pinched the mud man to make two more and asked Vanilla to pay. He walked to another stall. Although he was generous, he was a little more cheerful, and vanilla followed closely. But it didn't take long for the third sister to disappear into the crowd.

Sister Jiu was stunned and held the clay figurine in her hand. She turned around and didn't find the painting screen. She was lost? But after all, this is a temple meeting. Although there are many people, it is impossible not to go back to the temple, but it is really dangerous for an eight-year-old girl like her to wander alone at the temple fair.

But the attraction of the temple fair is relatively large. Looking back at the towering and majestic temple gate, Sister Jiu still decided to stroll alone. As long as she goes back before noon, she should be fine.

The ninth sister was relieved and couldn't help running around at the temple. Although this act was very childish, she was suppressed for a long time in Xue's house. She needed to relax and let herself go crazy once. No one here knew that she was a young lady in Xue's house.

After visiting for a long time, Sister Jiu also basically finished watching the temple fair and was much less interested. When she planned to go back, she saw that Yang Qian was putting a table selling folding fans in a corner. Although she had planned to give up on him, she still wanted to go up and see what happened.

"Yang Qian, what are you doing here?"

A sudden voice sounded, Yang Qian trembled with fear, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the table.

"Ninth sister, Xiaosheng..." Yang Qian blushed and was a little guilty. After all, the scholar started to be a businessman, which was really humiliating. He looked at Sister Jiu's calm face and summoned up the courage to say, "Xiaosheng is selling folding fans, and his mother is sick..."

There is really no need for Sister Jiu to interrupt Yang Qian's words as long as the reason, "Why don't you sell with those vendors? How can this folding fan be sold?"

She picked up a folding fan and opened it. A mysterious orchid was painted on it. The painting was exquisite. The paper fan was also well made, but unfortunately there were still many empty whites.

"How can Xiaosheng sell with those vendors!" Yang Qian argued anxiously.

Sister Jiu curled her lips and said, "Your mother used to come out to sell fans? Is the picture on it painted by your mother? Since your mother can sell painting fans as a woman, you can't do it.

"I..." Yang Qian was so anxious that he didn't even say anything.

The ninth sister shook her head helplessly and sighed in her heart, "Do you have a pen?"

Yang Qian didn't understand what the ninth sister was going to do, but he still respectfully handed the pen to the ninth sister.

No matter what Yang Qian looked at, Sister Jiu wrote a small poem directly in the empty place of the folding fan: "The bones are clear and the leaves are real, and the back smiles amazingly in the wind. I wrote my own pen and ink, that is, I used to be the back.

After writing, she was used to blowing a breath on the folding fan. This "Molan" was originally written by a monk named Shi Tao. Although it is writing Lan, it reveals profound Zen meaning. There should be people who like Buddhism in this temple fair. Before her rebirth, she often read these more Buddhist Zen poems, but unfortunately she still didn't reach that open-minded state.

But if you come here to buy a fan, which one is not vassal and elegant, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not, as long as there is a poem that looks better.

She looked at the small words on the fan with satisfaction and knew at a glance that it was written by a woman, but a little immature.

"This poem, this poem..." Yang Qian was so shocked that he couldn't speak. When he first read it, he only thought it was ordinary, but when he read it again, he couldn't understand it.

"In the past, a Yunyou monk saw the orchids raised by his mother. Isn't it good? Anyway, his mother said that this poem was very good." The ninth sister pushed the poem to the fabricated monk and her mother who had passed away.

The fan in his hand disappeared at this time, and Sister Jiu was slightly angry, "How can you grab my fan..."

Before he got angry, he saw Xia Houchen's cold and arrogant face.