You can't imagine the happiness of the villain

"Miss, everything is ready and we can go."

Cui Lin put on her clothes and jewelry, and sat in front of the mirror before going out, hesitating.

Cui Shoufu has been in power for more than 20 years. He only kissed the emperor and never stood in line. It can be said that he has contributed a lot to supporting the new emperor to his current position.But the relationship with the people under him is complicated, logically speaking, there should be many people who came to care for Cui's mansion at this time, but for some reason, none of them were seen.

Cui Lin has never received any other posts except the one from the Wen family's flower viewing party the day before yesterday.

She doesn't know what kind of affection Mr. Zhao has for her. She just thinks that they are very happy to talk to each other. Mr. Zhao comes from a poor family but is humorous and knowledgeable. He said in his letter that she was born wealthy and did not understand the sufferings of the world, and she was just a little angry.

If other people said that, she would lose her temper.

So she felt Mr. Zhao was very special, different from those who only saw the power behind her family.

It's just that her father is not there, what should she do if she is captured by the enemy and threatens her father?

For the past two days, Cui Lin slept with Ruan Xianbei, knowing that she is very skilled in martial arts, she was not so afraid, and she slept much more peacefully.

Cui Lin was sitting upright with a serious face, she secretly grabbed her sleeves with her fingers, and said to Ruan Xianbei behind her through the mirror: "Or I'd better not go..."

Ruan Xianbei ate melon seeds to admire the beauty in the mirror, waiting for the result of the battle between heaven and man in her heart, and finally waited for such a sentence.

Now that she has the script in hand, what else is there to worry about?

"Cousin, we are going to pray for Master Cui, how can we not go?"

Besides, this smooth plot is not enough, the npc will be anxious.

Praying for her father was Cui Lin's excuse before, she didn't tell Ruan Xianbei about Young Master Zhao.

She took a deep breath and said, "Actually, besides praying for my father, I also have to meet someone."

Ruan Xianbei also didn't care too much: "Cousin, you can do whatever you want, it's fine. The holy monk has ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties in learning the scriptures. Isn't the great saint helping him to block it?"

It's okay, Cui Lin didn't know what it meant until something happened later.

Yuantong Temple is on the mountain outside the city, and it's getting late now, Ruan Xianbei urged: "Cousin, let's go, it will be dark by the time we come back."

Yuantong Temple.

The weather was fine that day, and the journey went smoothly, but it took less than half an hour to arrive. The coachman stopped the carriage, and several people got out of the carriage and walked to the temple.

Cui Lin raised the corner of her skirt and stepped into the gate of Yuantong Temple in the breeze filled with incense. The towering trees and palaces and pavilions came into view, and the sound of monks chanting scriptures and ringing bells could be heard in the distance. Floating in the air, the temple is shrouded in this kind and pure air and light, which is solemn and solemn. People stepping through this gate can't help but lower their voices a lot, for fear of disturbing the Buddha.

Yuantong Temple, as a well-known temple outside Shangjing, has always had a good incense, and today there are people coming and going. Not long after they came in, they have seen several wives and ladies in Shangjing, but they are all acquaintances, ladies They all put on airs and left without talking to each other and nodding.

The sun was shining brightly and the weather was fine. Cui Lin knelt on the futon, looked at the compassionate Buddha statue, and sincerely made a wish and kowtowed three times.

She stood up and looked at Ruan Xianbei and asked, "Yuantong Temple is quite spiritual, why don't you pay your respects now that you're here?"

"I..." Ruan Xianbei smiled and shook her head. Originally, she wanted to say that I don't believe in Buddhism, and it would be very troublesome to make a wish and fulfill it. They're all here, let's say goodbye.

Forget it on the lips and turn it into a sentence.

She took the incense and knelt down, raised her head and squinted at the Buddha statue, its kind face was shining with golden light, she couldn't help asking the Buddha a question in her heart, but she didn't need an answer.

She just bowed earnestly and did not kowtow like Cui Lin. There is a lot of incense here. Whether you ask for something or not, you just want peace of mind. It is also very hard to take care of so many people and become a Buddha.

She got up, but she didn't expect that an old monk came out from behind the Buddha statue. He had gray eyebrows and a smile on his face. He bent his back and said Amitabha Buddha to them. good."

Ruan Xianbei was stunned, and blurted out: "If you are not happy, what should you do?"

The old monk pointed to the Buddha statue, and said: "If happiness is too difficult, I wish the donor peace."*Note 1

Ruan Xianbei stood here as if she was not here, the sun shining on the dust and mist in the air gave an unreal feeling, she seemed to understand what the old monk said but didn't seem to understand, shed tears for some reason.

"Cousin?" Seeing her inexplicable tears, Cui Lin looked at the old monk and asked, "What did you do to her?!"

The old monk bowed and said: "The Buddha saves a destined person, the almsgiver has a deep root of wisdom."

After the old monk turned around and walked to the Buddha statue, Cui Lin yelled twice, and chased after him to see, how could there be anyone behind the Buddha statue?

Ruan Xianbei also came back to his senses, and shouted: "Cousin, I'm fine."

Cui Lin frowned and complained in a low voice: "Aren't you very powerful? Why did this monk inexplicably say a few words to make you fascinated? I don't know what he is talking about, so I don't listen to him anymore."

Ruan Xianbei laughed, now she was talking about the old monk's bad behavior, and she didn't know who asked her to pay homage to him earlier.

"Miss." Seeing them coming out, Ming Xiang went up to meet them, and at the same time met someone.

Mencius Ya.

"Miss Cui, Miss Yuan." Meng Ziya brought a maid over, and when he saw them, he was taken aback and greeted them with a smile.

"Miss Meng also came to pray for blessings?" Ruan Xianbei said, presumably the Meng family also knew about the rumors they heard.

Mencius also thought of this, and said generously: "Yes, I hope everything will be safe and smooth. Thank you, Master Cui, for your hard work this time."

Cui Lin smiled at her and replied, "General Meng has worked hard."

After a few words with Meng Ziya, they walked towards the backyard. Every time the Cui family came here, they had a special room reserved for them, and this time was no exception. come over.

"It's here, miss." Mingyue said in a low voice.

Cui Lin paused, a faint blush appeared on her face, she stroked her long hair and said, "Understood, you should wait outside. Cousin...you can go in with me."

Ruan Xianbei opened his mouth, but Mingyue let out an ah.

Ruan Xianbei asked, "Will it be inappropriate?"

"nothing."

Mingyue and Mingxiang stood guard outside, while Ruan Xianbei followed Cui Lin and went in.

The facilities in the house are relatively simple, a table, a few chairs, a screen and a collapsed screen.

Oh, this is not the main thing, the important thing is that a man came out from behind the screen after they closed the door.

The man was wearing an indigo blue long gown and a hair scarf. He was clean and simple, and looked dignified, as if he was poor and ambitious.

Oops, the legendary Mr. Zhao, I have met him.