"So, the girl has never been truly happy in these ten years?"
"Maybe I'm happy, maybe I'm not happy. What does it have to do with the young master?" Shen Yue said coldly.
"Then can you smile for me? Such a face would be extremely beautiful if it smiled."
Xin He gently shook off the robe from her shoulders, threw the clothes on the ground, turned around and left, "What's so rare about my slave's smile?"
On the fifth day of the fifth month, rice dumplings were being rolled in the mansion. Early in the morning, Prince Jingsi asked the manager of the mansion to prepare some food and money. All the silver and other items were packed away before noon. The next morning, the prince took the whole family to set out for breakfast. From Hanqiao, go out of Qiantang Gate and go straight to Mingyin Temple.
Baili Fu'e got up early. If she was tired like this, she would definitely be angry. But today she was going to Mingyin Temple, where she could meet Master Zhikong. The last time she saw him, Fu'e remembered that it had been a year. Before.
After receiving the notice, the monks of Mingyin Temple beat drums and rang bells early to welcome the royal family. Prince Jingsi is the uncle of Duke Bolu. Although he has no real power, he is also a very wealthy family in the court. Everyone who met him had to call him Prince. Every year when Yan Chen came to Beijing, one of the people accompanying him would be a descendant of the Prince Jingsi family.
The prince and his family burned incense and talked to the monks on both sides. The children of the family wandered around the temple to ask for fortune-telling.
There is a flower tree on the red wall of the temple. The tree is full of white, as if covered with white snow in the middle of winter. Fu Cai held up her skirt and ran to the flower tree excitedly, "This is the first time I have seen such a flower. What is this?" ?”
"I don't know." Xin He, who was standing next to her, shook her head.
"Hurry up and squat down, let me go up and break some branches."
Xin He hesitated for a moment, then she bent down and gave up her shoulder. She stepped on her shoulder and climbed up the branch, "This flower smells so good."
Xin He held up half the stick of incense, but she couldn't hold it anymore. She said, "Miss, please come down quickly."
"No...what do you do to me..." She stomped her feet deliberately.
Xin He whispered, "Nothing can be done."
The next moment, her shoulders softened, and Baili Fucai fell down, eating a mouthful of ashes on the ground.
Standing up with a flutter, Bailifu'e's face turned red from suppressing the pain, "You're such a naughty slave, how dare you deliberately throw me down!"
"The villain dare not."
"You!" She pointed at her nose and wanted to curse, but was too angry to say anything.
She raised her hand and was slapped, but Xin He did not dodge. This was not the first time she had been slapped since she entered the house.
Qi Yue's slap was stopped before it reached her face, and she only felt the tips of her hair being blown by the wind.
"Fucha!"
Bailifu'e was furious. When she saw who it was, she said, "Brother, why did you stop me?"
"Get out of the way, I'm going to teach her a lesson and let her grow her brain."
"That's enough. This is Mingyin Temple. Don't fall into a demonic state in the pure land of Buddhism."
"Help her! Brother, my hands are red from the stones." She said pitifully.
"Okay, you stepped on her shoulders just now. How could her small shoulders support you?" Baili Fu'en took out the handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the dirt on his sister's hands.
"But I want that." She pointed to the white flowers of the tree.
"What's so difficult about this?" Baili Fu'en said with a smile.
"Offended." He murmured in Xin He's ear.
Suddenly he held her waist as thin as a willow with one arm and sent her up high to touch the branches and leaves, "Miss Xinhe, I'm in trouble."
Xin He's heart was beating fast. She subconsciously went to hold his belt and caught a glimpse of him snickering below, "Girl, are you afraid?"
"No." Xin He said harshly, but never let go of his belt.
"Why didn't the girl use her hands to break off the branches, but insisted on folding the belt underneath? Could it be that she didn't like the tree flowers, but fell in love with the flowers below?" He teased.
"Hurry up." Baili Fu'e urged Xin He.
She didn't dare to let go of him, and she didn't dare to stretch out her hand to break the branches alone. Baili Fu'en smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't let go."
He looked into her eyes, which were full of moonlight. Baili Fuen was dumbfounded and said in a hurry, "There's no need to break it."
He gently put her down, took a few steps back, stepped on the tree trunk and flew across the crown of the tree, as light as a swallow. When he landed, he handed the few flowers to his sister, but his eyes never left Xin He.
Before Baili Fucai touched the warm flower, he threw it to Xin He, "Hold it to me first."
Running quickly to the corridor, Xin He followed her back and saw a monk walking in the corridor. He was wearing gray robes and wooden clogs on his feet. He was crisp and clear. Every step he took made him feel like a monk in the silent empty mountain. An ancient and mysterious echo echoes.
Baili Fuhe stretched out his hand to stop him. His gray robe was obviously wide, but somehow it escaped Baili Fuhe's hand, and she didn't even catch him at all. The monk had a gentle smile on his face, just like The spring breeze in March caressed the green willows on the bustling street, and said, "Amitabha, I wonder what the donor is doing?"
"Master Zhikong, you don't recognize me. I came here with my mother the year before last."
"I recognize it. The benefactor is Miss Fuhe from Baili Shizi's family." He said.
Xin He looked away and realized that the people around her were staring at her, "Young Master?"
He teased her, "In your opinion, who is prettier, me or that monk?"
Xin He turned his head to look at the monk again, looked at him carefully, but did not answer.
Baili Fu'en said: "It looks like a carving man, not like a Central Plains person. Maybe it's because his nose bridge is too straight, and his nose is high and his eyes are deep. This is the appearance of a carving man, but the color of his eyes doesn't look like that." It’s a light amber color like the one who carved the title, and it looks really weird…”
Xin He then spoke slowly, "The figure is magnificent, the aura is full of brilliance, the lips are full of vermilion, and the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright."
Baili Fu'en touched his brow, "I'm sorry to praise you so much, but I'm embarrassed to admit it."
Xin He said, "I'm talking about that monk."
The embarrassment lasted only a moment, and Baili Fu'en snorted a few times, "There are a lot of things that have become spirits in this mountain. I wonder if some kind of snake, rat, or black insect got into the temple and hid itself from other people!"
Just as he was speaking, the monk turned his head, looked at Xin He and Baili Fu'en, raised the corners of his mouth, gave them a gentle smile, and nodded slightly towards them.
"Damn it... why does this monk smile so much..." Baili Fu'en complained jokingly while looking for Xin He's eyes.
Xin He hugged the flower branches and walked away. The monk's smile made her eyes feel uncomfortable for no reason.
The monk gradually looked away from her back.
The prince and everyone were talking, talking about Zhikong, so he asked his servants to find him. He is now the person who brings blessings to the prince's house in Jingsi, and he can also be regarded as a member of the prince's house. The prince loves talents and has met Zhikong. The poem I wrote made me lament for a moment that the implementation was really unfortunate.
I haven't seen him for a year, and I want to test whether Zhi Kong's ability is still the same as before.
The Crown Prince asked Xin He to come forward and give her the pipa. Shen He looked at the distant mountains outside the temple, played a song "Ode to Death", pointed at the strings, and went around the beams, and everyone cheered.
Baili Fuhe was dissatisfied, "I play much better than her."
Her mother heard her whispered words, smiled and coaxed her, saying, "Xin He is just a servant. Although he is not a slave, he must obey the orders of the prince after all. You are a serious daughter, how can you compare with her, it will be a waste of time."
Baili Fucai nodded and stopped talking.
The prince said, "Zhikong, can you write two poems and give them to girl Xinhe?"
Before Zhikong could answer, Baili Fuen said, "Father, my son has a few words."
"Say it," the prince said.
"He is gifted by God to have a light body and a light waist, and his new lyrics are slow and clear, and his voice is sharp."
After hearing this, the prince smiled slightly and said, "A good poem, but it lacks a bit of literary talent."
"Little Master Zhikong, what do you think?"
"I have missed today in my whole life, but now I have made up for half my life. A strange and clear song floating in the dust, leaning against the window and hearing the sound, recalling the calamus."
As the time was right, the prince was overjoyed and wanted to reward Zhi Kong. However, the elders in the temple refused, saying that the kindness and righteousness were too great and could no longer be honored.
I paused for a while in the temple. It was raining in the mountains and it was difficult to walk down the mountain, so I sat in the temple for a long time.
(End of chapter)