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When the red apricots bloom, it rains in a flash.

One hundred and five days after the winter solstice is the Cold Food Festival, and the third day of the Cold Food Festival is the Ching Ming Festival.During these two festivals, people in Beijing and China prepare paper money candles, fruit cakes, etc., or display them in suburban tombs for sacrifices, or go to nearby temples to kowtow and pray.The DPRK and China also set up rest and bathing holidays, which can be used by officials to go home to visit graves and go out for leisure.

The imperial capital has a large population, and it is inevitable for the common people to walk shoulder to shoulder and bustling; most officials ride horses and sedan chairs, and the cars are like flowing water and the horses are like dragons.Every time, intersections, shops and even Taoist temples are blocked.

There is only Biyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, where you can find peace and tranquility.

The little novice who sweeps in front of the door is weak and has clear five senses.Hearing the neighing of the reining horse from afar, he trotted over to take the reins, and smiled at the man on the horse, "I knew you were coming! Why is it so late today?"

Tangci jumped off the horse lightly, and waited for the little novice to tie the horse.Then he climbed up the stairs with him, and then said: "Donghua Gate is blocked by people, blocked by horses, unable to get out, and came by a detour."

There was a light rain this morning, and it was cool.The little novice saw that her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and thought she was in a hurry when she came, so she stepped a little faster, wondering: "Season and solar terms, Shuntian Mansion has a rest, and the people have to go out to pay respects, who will A stalled horse?"

Tang Ci stared at the lines on the bluestone slab, and said with a half-smile: "The Marquis of Wu'an brought his family and relatives to pay homage to his ancestors in the suburbs. Maybe it's because the mountains of gold and silver are too high to be transported out."

Marquis Wu'an is none other than Han Ru, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, who served as the head of the palace in the old Qi palace in Xuzhou in his early years.

The little novice monk entered Buddhism when he was a child. Although his six faculties are not yet pure, he knows very little about current affairs and government affairs.Talking about haha, he bypassed this topic, and made a fuss with Tang Ci all the way to talk to him about the bustling and lively Beijing, and Tang Ci knew everything.

Until he passed through the front hall and came to the backyard, the little novice put away his naughty appearance and bowed to leave.

At the gate of the courtyard stood two armored soldiers with golden swords on their waists.

He glanced at Tang Ci, checked the food box in her hand, and then let it go impatiently.

Under the linden tree in the courtyard, the old woman bent down to draw water, and swung the bucket all the way, shaking off the scattered water stains.Her back was hunched, and she had to stop and take a few steps, panting on her knees, raising her head to wipe the sweat, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the bucket had been carried away by someone else.

"Hey——" the old lady chased up to stop her, "Young Master Tang, this is heavy work, let me do it!"

Tangci held a bucket in one hand and a food box in the other, and said with a relaxed smile, "Aunt Chunhua, I'm a young man, it's fine."

Chunhua snatched it several times, but couldn't. Seeing that he was about to reach the kitchen, he finally withdrew his stubborn thoughts, took the food box, and said embarrassingly: "You come here every Qingming. Madam is very happy to see you, and don't worry about it." You don’t need to spend money to buy these, don’t spend money next time.”

Pushing open the wooden door of the kitchen, a middle-aged woman stood beside the stove, with a simple bun and only wooden hairpins, and her clothes were also of ordinary colors and styles.She moved her hands and feet with a graceful posture that was incompatible with the Qingdeng Ancient Temple. She was holding a wooden spoon to sip the soup, her right hand was leaking from her cuff, and she clearly saw that her little finger was missing.

Hearing the sound, she put down the wooden spoon, walked slowly, and said with a gentle smile: "You are here, have you ever used your lunch? I will save a few swallows for you on the cooking day, and you can eat it when it is hot. Want to try it?"

The unremarkable eyebrows are not as gorgeous and luxurious as I was attached to when I was young, but they add a bit of amiability and fireworks, and the tone of my voice is as kind and soft as before. Tang Ci's heart melted a little bit, and he slightly raised his head fiercely. Forced himself not to stare at her right hand.Thanks to the ability to pretend to be able to tell people and talk nonsense over the past few years, after a while, he covered his stomach and frowned and smiled lightly: "I ate a steamed stuffed bun and a bowl of porridge this morning. It's okay if you don't talk about it. Say you're hungry."

Jingci asked Chunhua some small things, then took Tangci and walked to the cubicle, speaking in an elder tone.

A few years ago, Chunhua also silently expressed emotion that since moving to this Biyun Temple, Madam's temperament has changed greatly, and it is difficult for her to open her heart to outsiders and treat her affectionately.It happened that three years ago, a young man who was not yet a weak crown broke into him. Within a few days, his wife took care of her in every possible way, caring about her official career and persuading her to worship the Minister of the Ministry of Officials as her teacher.Later, Chunhua also gradually figured it out, because even she herself felt that Tangci and Tangci seemed to have known each other and got along very well.

"Chunwei this year, will your wish come true?" Jing Ci poured a cup of tea and handed it to Tang Ci. Looking at her clothes today, she guessed that she must be an official.

Tang Ci ate the bun, eyes filled with contentment, nodded and said: "Thanks to Master Jingci, you burn incense and worship Buddha for me day and night, you can be regarded as entering the Imperial Academy."

Her eyes are sincere and she looks obedient.Jingci didn't think that there was some kind of flattery in it, stroked the back of her hand, and said with a smile: "Buddhas pay attention to the sincerity of the heart, and I know that you are determined to be in the officialdom, and I can't bear to see you crying and wiping your tears again. Naturally, I think of you more when I recite scriptures and Buddha. On a deeper level, everything is a blessing you cultivated yourself. Have you ever written a letter home to tell your parents the good news?"

Tang Ci was startled, then lowered his head and replied dumbly, "No."

But hearing the sound of her index finger tapping on the wooden table, Jing Ci became a bit serious: "Then it's time to hit."

Unexpectedly, Tang Ci immediately put down the pastry in his hand, stood up with his hands down, and listened respectfully.

Although Jingci stayed there for a while, she thought that although her words and deeds were more mature, she was still a child when she played with her temper, so she logically taught: "As the old saying goes, parents don't travel far away. You grew up in Yunzhou, It has been three years since I came to Beijing for thousands of miles away from Jizhou? Although I was carrying the high hopes of my parents and family, I also endured a lot of hardships. I think I am very lonely and melancholy. If you are still like this, what about your parents who care about you? Now If you are successful and famous, why don’t you tell your parents in time to enjoy the joy together?”

"What you said is, I know I'm wrong, I wrote it when I got back, and posted a letter to the post." Tangci stood upright with her head down. In Jingci's eyes, she really seemed to be taught with an open mind, but she didn't know that she was just trying to cover up her redness. See through eyes.

Jingci knew that she had always listened to her own words, so she didn't say anything unnecessary.He pulled her to sit down again, wiped off the flour crumbs around her mouth with his fingertips, saw that she was still depressed, and wondered if he was being cruel, and comforted him: "You are not as good as the weak crown, you are a first-class student in high school and entered the Imperial Academy. Is it the long-cherished wish of many students in the world? Not to mention your parents, I am also happy for you and I have no time to praise you. I just said that beating you was a joke, so don’t take it seriously.”

Tang Ci tilted his head and muttered in a low voice: "I never took it seriously, you... are the most gentle and kind... mother in the world, how could you beat someone?"

Laughing uncontrollably, Jing Ci wondered why the child said some stupid things, if her biological mother heard it, she would probably be jealous, but even so, her heart was warmed by her few words.Seeing tears falling on the table, she took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears, and said with a smile: "When your mother gave birth to you, did the Dragon King get angry? How can a man who is indomitable in heaven and earth fall out of tears as soon as he speaks?"

It’s okay not to say it, but it’s more like opening the floodgates to release the flood.

Embarrassed and annoyed at the same time, Tang Ci grabbed the silk handkerchief and turned away from her face to wipe it off. She said in a muffled voice, "I'm laughing at you. I love to cry when I urinate, and my father said that I never changed after being scolded or beaten." She suddenly After a pause, he continued, "Even so, it's not like this in front of outsiders."

The implication is not to treat Jing Ci as an outsider.

"It's your father's fault, it hurts my mother's heart. Talking and admonishing is enough, there is no need to do anything." Jing Ci only thinks that this child is delicate and tender, and his demeanor is noble, so he should be a child of a rich family.It is not easy to develop a gentle, thrifty and respectful character. Thinking of the scene of her being tortured by a stick, she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart, and she became more presumptuous when she spoke.

Tang Ci was still sobbing in a low voice, looking from the side, his slender and slender eyelashes were covered with mist.

Jingci thought for a while, but for a moment she couldn't find anything funny from her mind full of Buddhist scriptures, so she had to dig out the past from the depths of her memory: "Have I ever told you? I have a daughter who was very courageous since she was a child. , because I am afraid of the dark and thunder and lightning. During thunderstorms in midsummer, I must accompany you to comfort me before I can fall asleep obediently, otherwise the tears will flow into the basin and the flowers will be watered the next day."

In fact, it was not an interesting story, Jingci was immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes gradually became empty.

Tang Ci sucked the long-lost scent on the silk handkerchief, and drove away the sadness and bitterness lingering in his heart.Turning around, he picked up the pasta and chewed it, and praised: "Aunt Chunhua's craftsmanship has improved a lot this year, and the amount of jujubes is just right!"

Jingci hid her sadness in her eyes, and said softly, "Didn't you say something last year that wasn't sweet enough? She listened and kept it in her heart. She sprinkled more date paste this year."

"Aunt Lao Chunhua has forgotten about it. I will help her with things after I finish eating." Tang Ci suddenly thought of the battle that he saw in the kitchen just now. Want to come over?"

Seeing that Tang Ci's cheeks were bulging from eating, Jing Ci gently pushed the tea, motioning her to drink to quench her thirst, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Yes, the girl I mentioned to you several times. Speaking of which, her mother is still alive. Shi and I have a deep relationship. If I hadn't vowed not to step out of this temple, I should have gone to visit Jisao together. It's hard for her to stay in a hut for three years, and the life of poor and fasting is not easy for young people. "

"Hmm...cough cough cough!" Tang Ci covered his chest, coughing fiercely, his eyebrows twisted into a ball, and his neck was flushed.

Jing Ci hurriedly stood up and stroked her back, while complaining: "You child, how can you choke on something? Drink some water."

At this moment, Aunt Chunhua's voice came uninvited from outside the door: "Ma'am, Miss Rouke is here."

The voice fell, and the door opened.

The slender beauty stands against the light, her head is full of crescent eyebrows, and her wrists are frosty and snowy.Walking lightly on the lotus, she bowed to Jing Ci and saluted: "Rou Ke wishes Auntie well."

Jingci helped her up, held her by the shoulders and looked at her from side to side, her distress was palpable: "You have lost a lot of weight, and you are so filial, your mother should be very pleased."

Rou Ke nodded slightly, only now did she notice a strange boy in front of her.

The young man Xu also noticed her gaze. He lowered his head and shoulders and trembled slightly. After a while, he struggled to raise his face, pulled his mouth and smiled reluctantly: "I have heard for a long time that Princess Rouke in Prince Yu's mansion has a beautiful appearance. Beautiful, filial and fraternal character, fortunate to meet you."

Rou Ke grew up in the palace, and often went in and out of the palace, and met countless people.When the four eyes collided, he couldn't help taking a step back, his breathing was disordered, and his throat was dry.

There are many things in the world that cannot be judged without experience.Ru Rouke never believed in the so-called reincarnation theory of the three-living stone, but at this moment she suddenly realized what it meant to be friends at first sight. This person... who is it?