Lang Jun is coming

It was near Chunwei, and with the coming and going of the Daxiangguo eunuch these days, Huijing knew the intention of the three people in front of her without asking.

Sure enough, Mrs. Song smiled softly, and said generously: "It is indeed for blessing."

Due to the great reputation of Daxiangguo Temple, officials and wealthy families often come to burn incense and worship Buddha. Over time, the monks in the temple can also remember many familiar faces.For example, Mrs. Song in front of me.

Huijing performed the Buddhist ceremony again, and was about to invite someone into the hall when the person who had been sitting beside him got up.

"Pei is about to pray, does Mrs. Song mind going with her?"

The sleeves moved slightly, Ruyu's face was facing the sunlight coming in, and a few strands of hair were under the net scarf at the sideburns.The originally beautiful scene made Song Yiqing's eyebrows twitch, and she wished she could leave the palace right away, because she was really haunted.But when he thought about what happened in Miyagi last time, he suddenly felt his face heat up.

Not only Song Yiqing, but also Mrs. Song and Song Wan were taken aback.It was difficult to distinguish this man just now when he was sitting with his back to the palace door, but now he can't ignore him when he meets him.Mrs. Song's complexion remained unchanged, and she still replied in a gentle voice, "What do you mind? It's Pei Taichang, who is seeking marriage?"

Sweeping her eyes over the filled sticks, Song Wan didn't dare to look at Pei Lian, so she just twisted the embroidered handkerchief in her hand lonely, twisting and deforming the pomegranate embroidered patterns on it until the thread collapsed.

Pei Lian has an official position, but he is a little humble when facing Mrs. Song at this time, with good etiquette and thoughtfulness.

"It's just throwing it at random, it can't be true."

Everyone followed Hui Jing into the hall. Mrs. Song and Song Wan put incense on the Baici Guanyin statue and prayed for many children and blessings.

The hall smelled of sandalwood, Song Yiqing knelt on the futon, and took the red blessing bag that Huijing handed over with both hands.Although there was no intention of praying for blessings at the beginning, since it came, it was also devout.

Huijing saw it in her eyes, the corners of her eyes were wrinkled and she smiled, against her long white beard, she had kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"The poor monk looked at Mr. Song's description of being upright, with radiant eyebrows. In the future, he may be a person who rides horses through the streets."

These words are as auspicious as what Qingshi said, but the weight is much heavier than what Qingshi said.Song Yiqing listened to it, without revealing any pride, she just put the lucky bag in her sleeve and put it away, holding it more and more peacefully.

"Thank you, Master, for your kind words."

Huijing waved her hand, "Auspicious people have their own auras, and poor monks have no merit."

Unexpectedly, Pei Lian also came over, put a face under Huijing's eyelids, and asked with a smile: "Master, can you also look at Pei's face?"

There was a slight pause in the movement of turning the sandalwood beads with her fingertips, Huijing glanced at Pei Lian hastily, then lowered her head again, secretly intending to evade.

"Pei Taichang is playing tricks on the poor monk again. It's getting dark, Pei Taichang is still eating fast in this temple today?"

Hearing this, Song Yiqing couldn't help but look sideways.

Is this "tiger" Pei Lian a vegetarian?

But this time, Pei Lian didn't brazenly eat his food anymore, and didn't bother with the theory of physiognomy.

"Since it's getting late, it's time to go home."

Ever since he rode and shot in Nanyuyuan, his father didn't like him no matter what, and he would repeat it several times every day, all of which were words such as civil servants, military ministers, etc. Pei Lian would come to Daxiangguo Temple to hide every few days clean.Thinking that the day after tomorrow will be Chunwei, so I shouldn't be idle anymore.

The south of the Yangtze River is stable, and the most important thing at this time is to make a breakthrough and carry out restructuring.Although the officials seemed not in a hurry, they were already racking their brains to find a reason.Judging from letting Zaizhi Liu Hanqiu avoid the post of the former chief examiner to mark the papers, most of the officials intend to take advantage of the imperial examination.

In any case, he happened to meet Song Yiqing today, and he was very happy.

When Mrs. Song and Song Wan came over, Pei Lian's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

Song Yiqing was in a daze.Today's Pei Lian is very serious, but he is not used to it.

Could it be that he has become a vegetarian?

But he forgot, "The country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change", I don't know if Pei Lian is thinking about the future and the long-term.

After leaving Daxiangguo Temple, Qingshi was already waiting in front of the carriage.From a distance, Song Yiqing saw that he was holding the hibiscus cake with oiled paper in his left hand, and the tiger-shaped sugar figurine in his right hand, but the tail of the "tiger" was gone, and it lost a little bit of power and gave birth to a little bit. Come on funny.

As they got closer, Mrs. Song pointed at Qingshi's slightly bulging belly and joked, "What good stuff is under this belly?"

Qingshi's face was reddish, he bit the "tiger" and said shyly, "I packed two bowls of vegetarian food."

He was growing up, so he naturally ate more, and after a meal on weekdays, he was on par with the servants who did rough work in the mansion.

Song Yiqing helped her mother into the carriage, and saw that Qingshi was still competing with the "tiger", and laughed a little.

"In my opinion, these things are not enough to fill your five internal organs temple."

The petals of the hibiscus cake on the oiled paper made a crisp sound in his mouth, Qingshi blushed even more, Nuonuo retorted, "Mr. Lang made fun of Qingshi again."

Everyone looked at his young and innocent appearance, and unconsciously laughed in a low voice.

The coachman drove the car slowly to the Song Mansion.There is also a little book boy sitting on the shaft of the chariot.As the sun set, the hibiscus cake in his hand was reflected in a handful of golden powder.

From the back door of the main hall of Daxiangguo Temple, through the corridor on the right, there is a row of guest rooms at the end of the corridor, surrounded by flowers and trees, far away from the noise, very quiet.A cool breeze blows over the man's white beard and hem of clothes.When she reached the corner of the guest room, Hui Jing stopped, raised her hand and gently opened the door.

The furnishings in the room are simple, there is a person sitting sideways, with the hem of his clothes brushing the floor, holding two lottery sticks and looking at them fascinatedly, beside him is the same red lacquered bamboo tube as in the main hall.

Huijing walked over slowly and sat down, took out the bamboo stick from the man, glanced at it, and even the only smile in the corner of her eyes was hidden under the wrinkled face.

"Nei Demao is not the only one, Gai is also helped by external sensations."

He hadn't disturbed this person when he walked around just now, but at this moment, Huijing saw that he had moved.Under the gentle and gentle face, there seemed to be some shocking waves suppressed, but it was well hidden, only showing a little in the bloodshot eyes.

"May I ask Master, what is the meaning of this sign?"

There are many people who come to the temple in April to pray for fame, but Huijing feels that the people Zensheng finds her are all looking for marriage, and each one is more difficult to deal with.

"Chen Shaoqing has a lot of knowledge, and his virtue is intact. The beloved has arrived."

Hui Jing said in a steady voice: "It is not acceptable to say something that has not been announced. It must be taken with sincerity. If you keep it secret, you will eventually miss your lover."

"A good man?"

Chen Juncong gave a wry smile, and asked again: "What's the explanation for the other lot?"

He sat alone for a long time, avoiding Pei Lian and hiding in this secluded guest room, just seeking privacy.Just now he felt sincere and did not want to throw two bamboo sticks.Originally, the intention was to find a way to make myself let go, but now looking at the content on the bamboo stick, I only sigh in my heart that the sky is fooling people.

There are only eight characters on the other bamboo stick, which is the most concise.Chen Juncong saw Huijing lose his smile, but for some reason now, it made him laugh heartily again.

"Chen Shaoqing believes that it will work, but if you don't believe it, it will not work. What adults want is nothing more than one."

Chen Juncong was about to see through the bamboo stick engraved with eight characters. He silently recited the word "follow your heart" many times, and suddenly, like the beginning of chaos, he changed from being dull and gloomy for many days, and his eyebrows relaxed.

"Thank you, Master, for your words."

In his 23 years of life, he has been restricted by the rules of his family since he was born.She babbled when she was young, learned Chinese and hyphenated characters when she was young, and made a marriage contract after she was weak.Everything was under arrangement, there was only one path for Chen Juncong, and he was not allowed to choose, but it happened to someone like Meng Ruanqing, which made him no longer want to follow the path.

That being the case, it's better to do whatever you want, lest you end up wronging the innocent Chen Runniang and becoming a heartless person.

The knot in his mind was resolved, and Chen Juncong's words became much clearer. Thinking of the ever-burning lamp in the main hall when he came, he said, "Zhongwei wants to light a lamp for one person."

In the world of all directions, only Hui Jing could see the extreme tenderness and devotion on the lips and teeth when the other party said these words.

Daxiangguo Temple is full of gods and Buddhas. Believe it or not is only in the mind of the visitor.

Huijing nodded in response, and suddenly asked: "The poor monk thinks that you have a predestined relationship with Buddhism, if you want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a burst of laughter. The person who had a relationship with Buddhism had already dusted off his clothes, got up, and walked away without forgetting to politely refuse.

"Zhong Wei is afraid that he will commit lust and sex precepts in this life, and he won't be able to enter."

The little monk who came to summon the abbot to eat saw a man stalking away, he was all vulgar, and he was predestined for Buddhism, and because he heard the two or three sentences just now clearly, he finally caught the abbot's mistake and swore to make fun of him.

"Master is wrong this time."

In a blink of an eye, the abbot smiled calmly and calmly. The little monk was a clever ghost. After realizing it, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Master, you are lying!"

Huijing got up and rubbed the little monk's head, and the two went to the dining hall to have a vegetarian meal together.

Halfway through the long corridor, I heard the little monk persisted in saying that he was lying, so he explained.

"You only saw Master lying, but you didn't see Master building a seven-level pagoda."