An old lady's life

In the early morning, wormwood had a morning class with the monks in the temple. After breakfast, the sky brightened, and the surroundings of the temple became very lively.

At the gate of Huiqing Temple is a vast area dedicated to vendors from all walks of life. Over time, it has formed a market like a temple fair.

Today, all the monks in the temple were dispatched. The old monks with enough qualifications solved the difficult problems for the pilgrims, and the young monks were responsible for entertaining the pilgrims.

The temple was still quite quiet, and the bustling noise from the front was transmitted to the back. Ai Cao brought the maids to the front to join in the fun. The hall was filled with smoke. A great monk with eight large scars on his head and a white beard.

Ai Cao glanced at the great monk, presumably it was Master Huizhi, the abbot of Huiqing Temple.Coming to the dam in front, there are many vendors carrying burdens and setting up small stalls.

Looking around, the items sold are all related to Buddha, such as Buddhist beads, concentric knots, jade pendants, etc. Pilgrims generally like to buy pendants and ask temple monks to consecrate them, and then wear them on themselves or their family members to ensure safety.

Many children followed their elders to the temple, and most of them were very active, bickering with each other and running around, attracting parents to pay attention to their whereabouts from time to time.

Ai Cao’s eyes fell on a child who was being scolded by his mother, but looking at his rolling eyeballs, he knew that the child did not listen to his mother’s words. The woman laughed angrily and twisted the child’s ears : "Be honest, don't run around, if you are abducted by bad guys, mother will never find you back."

The child said timidly, "Is that the bad guy who ate children?"

The woman took her son by the hand and nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, so you have to hold on to your mother's clothes, and don't get lost."

The child may have been really intimidated, and sure enough, he pulled his mother's sleeves peacefully, followed the woman to worship Buddha, ask for lottery and line up, etc. Of course, the eyeballs don't roll back and forth, it seems really honest.

Ai Cao laughed. She was sitting on a stone platform in the corner, feeling as if she was alone and quiet in the midst of the busiest crowd.

Zhao Momo looked at her and kept her eyes on those children, thinking that the old lady wanted to have a grandson, but unfortunately, the wife has been married for more than a year, and there is no promise of pregnancy. Seeing the outcome, but I'm afraid that my wife has no news, I wonder if the old lady will have other plans?

Thinking of this, Mammy Zhao couldn't help jumping in her heart. This is a great temptation, but the old lady even wants to marry Qingyao Qingzhi... I don't know what the old lady is thinking in her heart.

If Ai Cao knew what Zhao Momo was thinking, she would only sigh, really think about it!It seems that every woman likes children after a certain period of time, and she and Hongye are no exception. It is just fun to hug other people's children, but it is a big thing to have children by yourself.Of course, the two of them divorced because they didn't have children, and they were not in a hurry to find a man later, and they were not demanding about having children. On the contrary, they had a kind of resistance.Do you have to have children to have a happy marriage?

In the West Wing of the temple, the protagonist who had a fever and cold last night, the young man has recovered now. When he woke up in the morning, he had morning classes and read Buddhist scriptures. This person looked a little pale, but nothing else.After he took another bowl of medicine, he asked, "Where is Mrs. Lin?"

Wang Minglang took the medicine bowl and said, "Old Madam Lin is watching the fun ahead."

The Seventh Young Master was surprised, nodded and said: "If the old lady returns to the wing room, tell me, I should thank the old lady."

Wang Minglang agreed, and the seventh son closed his eyes and leaned on the couch to doze off, thinking about how his elder brothers wooed him some time ago, the seventh son felt a little irritable.Born in the royal family, he has natural ambitions for the dragon chair, but now he is young and has fallen behind. The four elder brothers in front have become famous, especially the eldest and the prince, followed by the third and fifth.

Age is a natural watershed. The seventh son suppressed his ambitions and seriously thought about which elder brother it is better to invest in.Boss?Prince?third child?fifth?The eldest son is the eldest son, the second son is the crown prince and the legitimate son, the combined weight of the two in the emperor's mind exceeds 80.00%, and the remaining 20.00% belongs to the subsequent princes.

Of course, he is still young and still has time to think.

At noon, Mother Zhao looked at the time, and secretly urged the old lady to go back to the wing.Ai Cao was chatting with an old lady from a farm family. This old lady has passed her seventies, but she is in good health, and she can join in wherever there is excitement. The temple fair of Huiqing Temple is always as long as the weather is good and it is not when the farming season is busy. Don't miss it.

Ai Cao was plainly dressed, but also kind and friendly, and chatted with that old lady Zhang very speculatively.Of course, the content of the chat is not romantic, but farm affairs. This year is a bumper harvest year, and Mrs. Zhang's crops are bumper. What preparations should be made in the field now, so that what crops can be planted next year.

Ai Cao glanced at Mammy Zhao and shook her head, and waited for about a quarter of an hour before Mrs. Zhang's grandchildren came and the two old people said goodbye to each other.

Mrs. Zhang was taken away by her grandchildren, and Ai Cao and Mammy Zhao went back to the east wing of the temple. The maids had already prepared lunch.Just finished lunch and was walking in the yard when someone came to visit.

Seventh Young Master and his subordinates went to the gate of the courtyard together. After the maid asked the old lady for instructions, she invited the guests into the courtyard.

Ai Cao looked at the young boy, he was really a beautiful age, fair and beautiful, but his lips were a little pale, presumably because of illness.

"Feng Qi came to thank the old lady, thank you for the kindness of the medicine." Feng Qi bowed her hands to Ai Cao, her body was slightly bent, and the etiquette was perfect.

Ai Caoxu raised her hand: "Young master, you are being polite, this is not worth anything, please sit down, young master." Then she ordered the servant girl to serve tea and snacks, she looked at the young boy in front of her, calling herself Feng Qi, she knew it But since he didn't reveal his identity, it's better for her to pretend not to know.

Today's emperor has many heirs, except for the four grown-up princes who are crowned kings, there are also princes from seventh to twelve in the palace, all of whom are minors. Among them, the seventh prince is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the twelve princes are the youngest, only two years old. old look.Thinking about the timeline in the Red Mansion, Ai Cao turned her attention to Feng Qi again, wondering which prince is the new emperor who canonized Yuan Chun as a virtuous concubine?

The Seventh Prince in front of her had a mother who had passed away, but his uncle's family was nothing special. His grandfather was Shen Zhongqing, a cabinet scholar who was a big celebrity in front of the emperor. The uncles were all powerful figures, and their strength should not be underestimated.

After the tea was served, Ai Cao invited the two guests to taste the tea, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it, young master, when you are away from home, there will always be inconvenient times, and being able to help others is to form a good relationship. do a good job."

Feng Qi smiled shyly. Ai Cao didn't think this little kid was really a simple child. In her opinion, the minds of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old children of the royal family were probably stronger than the modern 25- or six-year-old adults, and they had more thoughts. Others are far behind.

Feng Qi didn't stay long, one is that he is not good at words, and the other is an old lady and a child, what topics can the two of them have to talk about?

After the time passed, Ai Cao and his party went back home.When we left, the temple fair at Huiqing Temple had already ended.The sky also began to darken, as if it was going to rain at any moment. Seeing this, the coachman had to speed up and try his best to get back to the capital before the rain fell.

After the carriage got on the official road, the speed picked up.Looking at the receding scenery on both sides of the official road, Ai Cao was in a good mood. Suddenly, a black shadow passed by the carriage.

"Stop." If she read correctly, there were two children lying on the side of the road.

The coachman pulled over, and Ai Cao said: "Old Huang, go and have a look at the back, they seem to be two children." The strong men in the carriage behind had already got out of the carriage to check behind.

After a while, the coachman replied: "Go back to the old lady, there are two children who have passed out." The two children were dressed in rags and had no flesh. They passed out, and the older child was still twitching. The driver pursed his lips. , and said: "Old lady, I took a look, and the two children must have fainted from hunger."

Ai Cao took a look at the sky and said, "Take those two children, feed them some water first, and go to a medical center to see a doctor first when you go to the city."

After the two children were fed water, the older girl woke up first. When she saw so many strong men in the carriage, she immediately tensed up. Her eyes were like frightened lambs. She glanced left and right and saw her younger brother. , regardless of being in the carriage, immediately rushed over, then hugged his younger brother, and looked at the people around him vigilantly.

"Hey, little girl, we are not bad people. You fainted on the side of the road, and our old lady ordered you to be taken with you." These guards did not discriminate against people, they just shared facts.

The guards took out the cakes on their bodies, and a smell of food filled the carriage. The little girl swallowed, and the little boy in her arms opened his eyes probably because of being stimulated, and his eyes fell directly on the cakes.

"Hey, let's eat, we are really not bad people." Seeing the pitiful appearance of the two children, the strong men also felt compassion.

The little girl pursed her lips, stretched out her hand, retracted it, and stretched out her hand again. The little boy in her arms looked at her eagerly. She bit her lip, took the oiled paper bag, and then fed the two cakes to her younger brother. Only one piece was eaten by itself.

"Little girl, where are your parents? Who is this little boy to you?"

"Is it your brother? Do you remember where he lives?"

The little girl seemed to be five or six years old, maybe a little older, and the boy in her arms was even younger, two or three years old.

The little girl glanced at the guards vigilantly, and whispered: "Brother, mother is gone, and father doesn't know." She hugged her brother tightly, and the little boy also hugged his sister tightly.

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