Chapter 21 At first sight, calculate marriage

The years are long in the shade, and the Buddha's voice in the wall is old.

The dense ancient trees stretch out, cutting off the prosperity and noise of Jinyangjing. The bright light in Lanying Mountain is like the shadow of the sun cast among the green leaves, moving slowly.

It's just ten days, but for Sanniang, it's as long as ten years.

The empty and cool silent temple, the strong Buddha fragrance that can't hover, the gray-clad nuns sitting quietly with his eyes, the smooth and monotonous Sanskrit singing, and the endless sound of wooden fish falling every few breaths, everything makes Sanniang eager to leave, abandon this dry room and return to the beautiful prosperity.

But she can't.

She has endured for ten days, and seeing that the half-month deadline is approaching, she can't give up halfway.

She moved her already numb knees slightly, and Sanniang raised her eyelids slightly and looked at the correct posture of Jingping Nishi again.

I heard that Ni Shi used to be a female official in the palace and was also a noble. At this time, although she was over 100 years old, she only had a solemn face in the past, and her expression was frozen like a cold years, which made people die. However, from the beautiful eyebrows, it is not difficult to see the beauty she once had.

What is the reason why such a person is willing to be lonely for a long time and die in front of the Buddha?

The conjugation of the experience of Jingping Nishi has become the main pastime of Sanni to kill these ten days of impatience.

When she really got here, she thought of Mother Song's words again, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose from her heart.

She doesn't want it. It's like a life of stagned water.

Compared with it, the temporary tolerance for Wu Niang is really nothing.

Sanniang couldn't help moving her body again, and the bead in her hand accidentally fell on the case with a "bang" sound.

Jingping Nishi frowned slightly, and San Niang didn't feel nervous.

Fortunately, a little nun relieved the siege in time, came in from the door and whispered that there were incense visitors.

Seeing Jingping Nishi step out of the Antang, Sanniang sighed and squeezed her eyes at the little nunist on one side - this one had been touched with silver by her, and she has taken good care of her these days.

"I'm a little tired. I want to go out for a walk." It's a consultative tone.

The little nun smiled and said, "Please, please. It's enough time to recite the scriptures today."

In fact, there is still half of the pillar of wood fragrance in front of the Buddha, but Jingping is not there, and most of the nuns are still flexible.

Sanniang smiled gratefully, rubbed her numb knees, and walked lightly to the bright sunshine outside the hall.

Around the Antang, I saw more than a dozen statue-like strong men standing in the open space on one side, in black clothes and a long knife across their waist.

Sanniang suddenly became curious. Does this visiting guest seem to have a lot of time?

Qingping Temple is not like a famous temple like the Buddhist Temple and Liangfeng Temple, and incense guests come and go endlessly. Except for the occasional aristocratic women who come to listen to the Zen scriptures, it is really rare, but the situation in front of them... seems to be a male guest?

These ten days were so boring that Sanniang couldn't help but have a great interest in the visitor.

She knew that there were several bamboo halls on the east side of the open space, which was the place where Jingping received incense guests, so she took a detour from the path to the bamboo hall.

As she expected, the window behind the bamboo hall was slightly open, enough to peep into the internal situation.

As soon as he stood down, he heard a lazy and slightly hoarse voice: "It's just lamp oil and silver. Why do you have to refuse?"

Sanniang carefully looked through the cracks in the window frame--

The teenager in the pearl-crowned jade robe sat in front of Jingping, with slightly raised eyes, smiling at the corners of his lips, and his eyes turned around, making the green and simple bamboo hall suddenly bright.

San Niang's breath suffocated slightly, and suddenly felt that the sun was too hot, making her cheeks hot.

She sat with a flat back window, but she couldn't see how she looked. Sanniang only heard her say, "Only 20 taels is enough. Please take back the rest."

The teenager sighed slightly, and the sigh seemed to fall to the bottom of Sanniang's heart, causing several ripples.

"It's just to do merit for the deceased mother, and the nun is pitiful to have a piece of filial piety..."

It turned out to be a poor man who lost his mother, and San Niang seemed to be able to help sighing.

"If the benefactor really remembers the dead, it's better to change this temperament." Jingping Gujing's thousand-year-old tone actually carried a harsh reproach: "If your mother were born again, she would never look at you like this..."

The young man's eyes were bright and restrained, lazy, and his expression was instantly solemn: "Master! What's wrong with me like this? At least in their eyes, they want to look at me like this.

Zhutang was quiet for a moment, and the time seemed to be stuck in the stubbornness and persistence in the eyes of the teenager, so that Sanniang seemed to hear a sigh, not knowing whether it was the voice in her heart or a flat lament.

"If the benefactor really understands it, there is no hatred and no desire, it's okay."

The teenager smiled again, and his eyes rippled softly: "I'm in the world, not in front of the Buddha. Isn't it like Ni Shi living outside the world and often regretting his dead mother?"

There was another silence, and after a while, I heard another sigh.

This time, Sanniang heard that it was indeed a pure sigh.

"The donor, take care of yourself." There seems to be endless compassion.

The teenager picked up a beautiful black eyebrow, and his stubbornness and persistence disintegrated in an instant, with a warm pulse in his eyes: "I remember the painstaking efforts of the master in my heart. You are the only one in the world who can consider for me. Don't worry, I must remember it."

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to be fierce, and he slowly swept out of the window.

Sanniang was shocked and unconsciously took a step back. When she summoned the courage to look in again, the teenager had turned around and left.

Who is this person? Looking at his elegant clothes, he must come from a rich and noble background, and he is very familiar with Jingping Nishi, which can pass his age, but he is only fifteen or six years old. The Ni Shi has been hiding into the empty door for more than ten years. What does it have to do with him?

Sanniang was puzzled and curious. She subconsciously walked around the bamboo hall and saw the teenager walking to the bamboo forest on the east side with the support of the warrior in black. The bamboo forest was straight to the top of the mountain. There was an ancient pavilion on it, which was a good place to watch the sunrise and sunset - this was still mentioned by the little nuns. The mountain road was rugged enough to make The daughter of the boudoir was afraid, and the third lady had never been there.

Seeing that the figure of the teenager disappeared in the secluded bamboo path, Sanniang subconsciously followed him, but she happened to see a small girl, carrying a bamboo basket and was about to go up.

"Master, where are you going?" Sanniang asked with a smile and recognized Xiao Ni Huiyun, who lived next door.

Huiyun saw Sanniang and smiled so much. These days, she has also taken a lot of benefits from Sanniang. Although she is a Buddhist, it is always a happy thing to have more silver.

"Go to the mountain to pick amaranth."

"I'll go with the little master." Sanniang followed.

"The road is not easy to walk, and I dare not bother the donor." Huiyun was flattered.

"I have been disturbing these days and have been taken care of by the little master. I am very uneasy. I hope the master won't refuse something he can." Sanniang smiled sweetly and couldn't help saying, pulling Huiyun up the bamboo forest.

In fact, the path is not difficult to walk, but the climate is hot and up the mountain, which is also a challenge for the boudoir daughter. However, Sanniang is really curious about the teenager and has been revisiting the handsome demeanor she has just seen along the way, so she does not feel tired.

From afar, I saw the teenager standing in the ancient pavilion with his hands behind his hands, shining under the golden sun, and the jade gauze robe was also coated with a layer of bright gold, which became more and more dazzling.

"It's here, that's it." But without waiting for Sanniang to approach the ancient pavilion, Huiyun has stopped and pointed to a piece of green amaranth on one side.

People in Buddhism did not need to cultivate, but the Qingping Temple is really remote, so there are several remote places in the bamboo forest in the temple to plant some green vegetables for daily fast food in the temple.

Sanniang had no excuse to approach the teenager. How much regretful she was in her heart. While helping Huiyun pick up the amaranth, she asked, "Does the little master know that fragrant guest?"

Huiyun seemed to notice someone on the mountain. He straightened up and looked at it and smiled, "The donor comes three or twice a year. It seems that a family member has died. He offered a rebirth lamp in the temple, but he doesn't know his name."

"Since he has offered the rebirth lamp, he has also dedicated the rebirth card of his relatives, right?"

"Of course there is, but the abbot does not allow others to enter, and it is usually locked, so no one has seen it."

So mysterious? Sanniang thought silently and became more and more curious. When she saw the teenager coming out of the ancient pavilion and coming this way, she quickly lowered her head and kept aiming at the group with the afterglow and slowly moving to the side of the road.

The pearl-crowned teenager had already noticed the woman in the amaranth field, but he still turned a blind eye to it and was restless. He only had a smile on the corners of his lips, but his eyes were far away from the sky.

It was not until near that I heard the woman's crisp shouting that she was tired and put a pair of slender and white hands on the willow's waist. Looking this way, she looked over.

The four eyes were connected, and a gorgeous smile flowed from the bottom of the teenager's eyes.

The fine sweat on Sanniang's cheeks suddenly became hot as if it was boiling.

The green silk is like clouds, the cheeks are flying, and the color of a jade hairpin between the hair is warm. Although it is a plain white skirt, the texture is extremely luxurious, obviously not a civilian woman.

The teenager arched his hand slightly and then ordered the warrior in black behind him: "How can you watch the little lady suffer? I still can't help."

Huiyun was really flattered. She hurried forward to salute, glanced at a pair of people before the meeting, and stood aside knowingly to enjoy the cool.

"With the help of Lao Langjun." Sanniang was very willing to look at the teenager in front of her, but her eyes seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she could not make the decision. In her sight, there were only the dark lines of clouds and grass on the young man's jade-white gown.

"Little lady doesn't need much courtesy." The teenager seemed to be extremely happy, but there was also a trace of laziness in his voice.

I really wanted to ask him his last name, but I also knew that it was a little rude. San Niang was suffering in silence and felt that her cheeks were burning.

The teenager looked at the clear spring and extremely twisted woman in front of him, and his smile was stronger, but he withdrew his eyes and looked at the sky again: "At this time, bamboo looks really good."

So Sanniang naturally followed the young man's eyes. She really saw that the pole was green, the leaves were sparse, and she cut down thousands of golden light. She couldn't help thinking of a poem from her predecessors, so she blurted out: "Guo Yishan is as deep, and ten thousand poles are as green."

The teenager attached his palm: "It's very appropriate, but if you add two more sentences - a plain skirt stands in the green amaranth, and a beautiful woman who closes the moon and shys flowers, it will be more appropriate."

In this voice, there seemed to be a joke, and there was a stronger appreciation than the joke. It was not to teach Sanniang to praise or be aprit. The afterglow tilted to the corners of her eyes, and she happened to meet the rich and charming look in the young man's eyes. Sanniang suddenly felt that even the soles of her feet were boiling, so that the blood all over her body boiled.

This feeling...

It is strange and wonderful, but the tip of the tongue has tasted the inexplicable sweetness and has always been in my heart.

Looking at the shadow under the teenager's feet and being very close to her own shadow, Sanniang couldn't help smiling happily.

The ancient road hovers and the mountains are silent.

A sound of horseshoes shocked the birds in the forest and broke the silence.

A warrior in black came from behind, rode a horse to catch up with the purple horse, and reported to the pearl-crowned teenager: "Your Highness, I have made it clear that the little lady in the nun is the third daughter of the Duke of Wei, and said that she lived in the nunnery."

Beside the teenager, a man in blue smiled and said, "Your Highness is really worthy of being the proud son of Yushu Linfeng. It's just that a visit to Qingping Temple attracts a daughter of the government who can't wait to marry him."

The young phoenix's eyes glanced at him, and his smile was very sarcastic: "You didn't enter the temple just now. How did you know that they were going to marry each other?"

The man in blue smiled again and raised a pair of narrow eyes: "You don't have to witness it, you can guess that Your Highness's temperament is enough to attract thousands of beautiful women... Why don't you arrange to meet this little lady in the next month?"

The teenager snorted coldly, smiled, waved the whip fiercely, and ran forward for a while. The man in blue immediately waved the whip to follow, accompanying him like a shadow.

When he distanced himself from the warriors in black, the teenager slowed down his horseshoe and said thoughtfully, "This third lady of the Duke of Wei seems to be a commoner, right?"

The man in blue was stunned and nodded: "The three direct daughters of Duke Wei, respectively, line five and line six." Seeing the teenager's silence, he smiled again: "Of course, the prince concubine is not good enough, but a side concubine position is still good."

"It's ridiculous." The teenager grin and said, "Do you think your aunt will make her granddaughter young? It's so easy to think." He meditated for a while: "I'm sure that my imperial concubine is the eldest daughter of the Duke of Wei."

The man in blue was stunned again: "The emperor's letter to the Duke of Wei is obvious to all. His eldest daughter, the queen, is afraid..."

"The prince has married a concubine, and her aunt will never let her eldest granddaughter become a concubine." The teenager is confident.

"But the Empress Ming seems to intend to let the fourth prince..."

"She is delusional that the queen will never let her fourth brother marry Duke Wei."

The man in blue frowned, pondered for a while, and suddenly realized: "The daughter of the Su family is definitely going to marry into the royal family, and I think only Your Highness is the most suitable."

"Who doesn't know that I only like to recite poems and moons, dance and play with ink, and I am like brothers with the prince." With the thin lips dyed with cherry blossoms, a gorgeous smile: "Only when I marry Aunt Su can the queen rest assured."

"Your Highness has a chance of winning." The man in blue smiled shyly and said, "Poor San Niang, if Your Highness becomes her brother-in-law, won't you break your heart? I don't know what Mrs. Su looks like. If she is closed to the moon, it's a pity for your Highness.

The teenager raised his eyebrows, remembered the twisted woman, and sneered: "Those noble daughters are also vulgar fans. What's the difference between those noble identities and the fireworks women in the brothel? What a pity, beautiful girl, I don't know how many things there are in the world. For me, it's just a beautiful painting skin.

Sanniang Yiluo didn't know that she had become a beautiful painting skin. She stood in the ancient pavilion until sunset, recalling the words of the pearl-crowned teenager over and over again, giving birth to infinite longing scenes, while secretly regretting herself - after all, she still had too many scruples. She dared not ask the Langjun's name or tell her surname. She really didn't know it was It's not fate to see you again.

In my heart, I was half sweet and half sad. I stepped on the glow and returned to the temple. In the next few days, I recited in front of the Buddha and came down with piety for the first time. I only hope that the Bodhisattva will bless me and meet the young man again in a certain light.

Five days is not difficult.

Even when Mother Song came to pick her up, she was reluctant to leave.

However, she racked her brains and couldn't get the identity of a teenager from the mouth of Antang Zhuni, and she didn't have the courage to ask the abbot Jingping.

Mother Song felt extremely comforted when she saw San Niang coming down quietly and gently. Naturally, unexpectedly, in just a few days, this noble daughter was budding in the temple.

Sanniang went to see Huang first and said that she would go to Yuanyingtang to admit her mistake with her grandmother.

Mother Song pinched her sleeve, and the orchid hairpin her adopted son found from the pawnshop only lingered in front of Huang, chatting about her parents, but refused to leave.

Huang finally felt a little smell and retreated the maid.

......

In the Green Qingyuan, Qiu Yue heard that Sanniang was "released after serving his sentence", looked for the little sisters with a bag of melon seed candy and chatted for a while, and came back to report in high spirits--

"Sanniang knelt in front of the old lady and cried bitterly. Later, she went to tell Aunt Cui a mistake... That Qingping'an is really a good place, and it can really make people reborn."

Listen to the beautiful scenery, that is, a faint smile.

If she doesn't experience great changes, how can she be reborn so easily? She still knows more or less about Sanniang. I'm afraid that this is only superficial.

There may also be Mother Song's great achievements.

But she can't take care of the matter of Sanniang for the time being.

Yingsheng's shoes are still under fine workmanship, and there is no new move on Mother Song's side for the time being. After thinking about it, Qiu Yue still paused the original plan.

While listening to the lecture in Fufengtang, beautiful scenery developed an "intimate" relationship with Anran, while cultivating "hot" feelings with An Jin, and went around to explore the old past in the king of Chu's mansion. However, one was born to be stuffy, and the other was a "newcomer" who just entered the house. There were not many truths, but every time Ying pretended not to mention Anran's biological mother and Princess Chu, she still noticed her nervousness and vigilance, and there were clear secrets inside.

Think about it carefully, although Anran is a concubine, she is also the only daughter of the king of Chu, but she has not been awarded the title of princess for a long time...

Whether it is the old princess or the king of Chu, even the empress dowager and the emperor have been very tacitly neglected.

The more doubts you have, but you can't find a breakthrough.

The scenery is very gloomy.

An Jin became familiar with her and more or less talked about what happened before. From her story, Yijing concluded that the reason why General Zhenguo loved her biological mother very much and had been raised outside the house was due to identity restrictions.

It is impossible for an ling to be recognized by the royal family. If An Jin wants to recognize her ancestors, her biological mother must leave far away.

Yi Jing believes that An Jin's mother and daughter existed in the previous life, but the general of Zhenguo was careful, so he has never made trouble.

But why was this life known by the general's wife?

After gently inquired, An Jin was not very clear. She only knew that it was the servant of the King of Chu's Mansion who spilled the beans.

Asked more about the general of Zhenguo, An Jin couldn't say anything useful. She only talked about how her father loved her. At present, her biological mother was sent to Longxi. Thanks to the care of the general of Zhenguo, she could gain a foothold in the palace of the king of Chu. Between her words, she hated the general's wife.

As for the old things in the palace of the king of Chu, An Jin did not listen to General Zhen at all, including the son of the king of Chu suffering from a "evil disease", which An Jin only learned recently.

"The son's brother treats people politely and amiablely, but such a good person has no good reward." An Jin was very emotional.

It seems that the strategy of starting from these two little girls doesn't work. Yujing has to give up and think about it again. Is it just a trap from Yuzhou?