[Red Mansion] Sister Lin's sweet pet after marriage

Waiting in Zhancheng for several days, finally waiting for the wind to come, set sail again, and go to Zhenzhen.

Before leaving, Shuilan bid farewell to the village owner, and the old man had nothing to say to this middle-earth youth who refused to listen to advice and was stubborn, except for his own wish for good luck.

In the thousands of miles of sea area from Zhancheng to Zhenpu, there are nearly a thousand small islands, large and small, and more than a hundred seaports, each of which has little difference. You can see yellow sand and white reeds, dry vines and villages as far as the eye can see. It is difficult for humans to tell, and only the most experienced sailors can investigate.

In order to be safe, Shui Lan hired a local guide in Champa in addition to two old servants who are familiar with maritime affairs.During the daytime, Shuilan watched the sun and identified the location under the guidance of the guide; after sunset, he copied the route in detail, drew them into exquisite scrolls, and put them all in boxes.

At dusk now, the smoke locks across the waves, the sunset is slanting to the west, and the waves are full of red scales.The lighthouse in the port is always on day and night, with fluorescent lights, guiding ships passing by and identifying the direction of travel.

Shui Lan was sitting on the deck drawing a picture by hand. The glamorous woman not far away hesitated for a while, but finally stepped forward and sat down beside him without saying a word.

The breeze came slowly, blowing away the suffocation brought by the silence, and the fluttering clothes fluttered.Shui Lan turned a deaf ear to her surroundings, and only after finishing the last stroke did she ask, "Do you have anything to say?"

The courageous woman who is alone outside, only in front of Shui Lan, seems to be the girl with the double bun.Dongshang didn't know how to speak, bit her bright red lips, and said in a low voice: "This subordinate has done something wrong, please punish me."

Seeing that Shuilan didn't say a word after listening, Dongshang had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to say: "The subordinate was disrespectful to the princess earlier. Although it was a slander from the heart, it is also a crime of disrespect."

Closing the scroll, Shui Landan glanced at her, and said in a very calm voice, "I once taught you a sentence in Chinese: You can correct your mistakes, and there is nothing good about it. I am very pleased that you can come and tell me, why is it so strange?"

"When I first met the concubine, because I saw her body was too weak, and her mouth was sharp, I selfishly thought that she was not a good match for the prince." Dongshang suddenly touched his forehead to the ground, his face was full of shame, and a blush appeared on his snow-like cheeks. "This subordinate offends the concubine and fails the lord's kindness, I will die!"

The words were not finished yet, but seeing Shui Lan's eyes sway slightly, Dongshang hurriedly kept silent, and there was a kind of terrifying power in his indifferent smile: "Then in your opinion, what kind of woman should this king marry as his wife?"

Dongshang had unstoppable associations in her mind. From what she saw, there is probably no woman in the world worthy of the prince, but then she shook her head and said hesitantly: "This subordinate is bold. I thought it should be a prince." A dignified, erudite, worldly woman."

This time, it was quiet for a long time, until the back of Dongshang's clothes was soaked with sweat, and then he heard him sigh softly: "Other people may hate Yuer for not being tactful and sophisticated, only those who understand can love her, Most importantly, respect her, pity her. What I am looking for is a wife, not a teacher, a model of women's morality... So, you all don't understand how good she is."

In the end, the sigh turned into a smile on his lips, and he whispered inaudibly: "But I understand, so I picked up the treasure."

Dongshang listened in a daze, and only after a while did he recall the past in a daze.A long time ago, Shui Lan personally taught and read to her the poems and books: If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it;

Successive downwind weather made the trip very smooth. When they entered the field of vision of a giant stone city, it meant that they had finally arrived at the destination of this trip, the real border.

All the people looked from the boat and saw the green trees, white streams, and fragrant flowers outside the city. They couldn't help but feel happy and refreshed. They praised repeatedly: "Zhenzhen country is worthy of the reputation of being known as the Pearl of the West Sea. It is indeed more prosperous than Champa. Much more."

After abandoning the boat and going ashore, everyone changed into the fancy clothes they bought in advance. Daiyu also changed into an ordinary boy with dark cheeks and high cheekbones.

Dongshang, the leader, spoke fluent Mandarin, but even if there were customs clearance documents, it was inevitable that some bribes should be given to the city guards in exchange for a smooth passage, otherwise it would only increase the twists and turns.

The city official saw Dongshang's beauty at first, but he was secretly frivolous with evil intentions, who knew that Shui Lan frowned, stepped forward to whisper a few words, and shook hands with him again, the man's face turned gray immediately, and he hurriedly waved them into the city.Daiyu was surprised to see her next to her.

A group of people strolled away, looking around curiously.In the middle of the city wall stands a golden pagoda, surrounded by stone pagodas, and outside, there are criss-crossed rice fields. There are more than a hundred stone houses, all covered with grass and decorated with carved paintings.On the left side of the city lies a bronze Buddha, with a clear spring flowing out of its navel; on the right side is a large bridge, with dozens of stone statues standing at the head of the bridge.

The real people are all tied in a bun, wearing loose short shirts, and cloth around their waists.The cloth used is also very particular. Only high-ranking officials and dignitaries can wear floral cloth, with exquisite and gorgeous patterns.

Their foothold was the stone house that Dongshang had rented early in the morning. The owner of the house was originally a merchant in Zhongyuan, and it happened that it was vacant when he returned home to visit relatives recently.

In the five rooms, there are stone walls and mud pillars, covered with thatch on the top, with a table and a collapsed one, without any furnishings, which looks very simple.Fortunately, there are all kinds of household cooking utensils in the kitchen, and there are more than enough grains and vegetables in the jars, so everyone can rest assured.

Daiyu found out that after getting off the boat, Dongshang became more reticent, and looked away from her as soon as she met her eyes. She felt a little suspicious in her heart, and it was not easy to question her, so she didn't argue for now.

Shui Lan has no time to take care of this. Recently, he has been going out early and returning late every day. Under the alias of Mr. An, under Dongshang's matchmaking bridge, he often goes to various receptions and feasts, donating a large amount of gold and silver jewelry, bribes He has recruited officials at all levels, big and small, and tried his best to play the role of a benevolent, humorous and aristocratic child.

The effect of gold coins is very obvious. The saying that money can make ghosts turn mills is really common both at home and abroad.Not only that, but his elegant demeanor, healthy conversation, and romantic literary talent have won the favor of the nobles.

But what really made him famous in one fell swoop was a debate on Zen in Wagong Temple not long ago.

The Zhenzhen Kingdom respects Buddhism, and there are quite a lot of Buddhist temples and houses. There are more than [-] monks in the country. Buddha statues can be seen everywhere in the pagodas, and even the inner garden of the palace has gold-plastic Buddhist niches for worship.Among them, Wagong Temple is a well-known ancient temple in the local area, and its incense is at its peak. The presiding master Hongren is knowledgeable and famous.

On that day, with the curtains on all sides rolled up and the doors wide open, Guru Hongren sat in meditation as usual and read scriptures for the monks who came here admiringly.When it came to "pursuing sentient beings to the Western Land of Ultimate Bliss, you can become a Buddha", a cold and pleasant voice sounded at the end, asking: "In the opinion of the above master, you can only become a Buddha by reaching the West?"

There was a sudden silence all around, and the huge crowd fell silent immediately. Everyone's eyes were cast on it, some with surprise, some with contempt.

Master Hongren was equally astonished, but he soon returned to normal and smiled kindly: "Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty traveled thousands of miles to Nalanda in the west in order to obtain the scriptures. It can be seen that the true meaning of Buddha lies in the west."

The handsome man stepped out from the crowd, and his actions were elegant and elegant: "Becoming a Buddha lies in the awakening of the heart. There is no difference between the east and the west, so the Buddha said: wherever you live, you will always be happy. Dare to ask the master, I don't know why? "

Master Hongren was not annoyed, he looked him up and down, and instead asked: "You are from the East, and you are from China. You have the evil karma of committing crimes, how can you become a Buddha?"

Unexpectedly, the young man smiled slightly, and pointed it out in an unhurried manner: "Humans have something, but Buddha-nature has nothing. Everyone can't be fooled by his own nature, and he doesn't know the east and west of the body. Since the master can't detect it, what is it?"

After finishing speaking, the young man laughed and walked away, and all the monks looked at each other, talking a lot.On the other hand, Venerable Master Hongren was already stunned by the sudden question and couldn't cope with it for a while.

As soon as Shui Lan stepped into the door, Daiyu came up to greet her, wiped off the thin layer of sweat on her forehead with a silk handkerchief, and asked, "Everything is going well? Does Master Hongren have any objections?"

Not caring about getting tired of sweating, Shui Lan leaned forward, stretched her arms to wrap her arms around her, and sniffed the sweet fragrance on her skin: "This place is deeply influenced by Master Sanzang's study in Tianzhu, so I believe in the success of the West. On the theory of Buddha, madam breaks the problem with this, and she really understands it thoroughly.”

Said side by side, those peach blossom eyes looked at her side by side, and couldn't help joking with her: "According to me, if my wife goes to practice Zen, I'm afraid there will be a mage Xiangyu tomorrow!"

After hearing this, Daiyu turned over and broke free, twisted Shui Lan's arm, and spat fiercely: "I tore you up, you rotten mouth! People think of allusions for you, and you still make me up, tomorrow! Want to be gone!"

Shui Lan hid pretendingly, complained again and again, and laughed happily: "Madam loves people the most, how can it be gone? I still expect Madam to give me a bunch of sharp-tongued, Zen-enlightened little ones." Sweet taro."

The news spread like wildfire, and Mr. An became a hotly-discussed name in the local area. Even the prime minister, Mo Yinluo, had heard about it. There appeared in the capital an eloquent nobleman from a noble family, who was invited by the nobles at the banquet recently. figure.

Mo Yinluo is the prime minister of a country, and he has his own eyes and ears in return.It's just that the news that came was scattered and boring: some said that he was a celebrity who traveled to various countries, and some said that he was a nobleman who was banished from the Central Plains, but no one could tell the details.His whereabouts are irrelevant, but he recites poems and paints, discusses Taoism and sings quietly.

The spy dropped by a few poems he had written in his spare time. Moyinluo flipped through them boredly, his eyeballs rolled suddenly, he couldn't help thinking about his heart, and a sinister arc appeared on his mouth.

The author has something to say: Needless to say about my sister’s savvy, Master Xiangyu is famous in the Red Mansion (*^__^*) hehe...