It was evening now, and the candlelight flickered on her face, like the sound of Lu Yan's heartbeat at this time.
Lu Yan never thought that the girl he raised would even worry about incense money.
He lowered his head and counted the landscape paintings on the table, twenty in total, his eyes suddenly darkened. They had only returned to the capital for three days, and with so many paintings, he could roughly guess that she should have been busy as soon as she came back.
Seeing that he was holding his paintings in his hands, Shen Zhen hurriedly said, "Can your lord help me sell these?"
Lu Yan's expression was slightly condensed. He admitted that her paintings are very good. Each of these landscape paintings is not unconventional. Most of the paintings are the scenery along the way when they went to Yangzhou. There is a spring, and the sky is full of colorful clouds, and everything is alive.
But in this world, there are only a few people who really understand elegance, and most of them are just arty.
Take the so-called masters in the capital as an example, their pen and ink are worth thousands of dollars, but as long as there are noble people who praise them, there will be people in the capital.
Everyone is rushing, the picture is just the signature on the painting.
Even if she can still sell some money for her writing and ink, but wanting to use the money from selling paintings to ask Master Yuan Shen to recite the scriptures, this is a fool's dream. The three girls from the Marquis of Yunyang went out to worship the Buddha, and the Buddhist temple could close the temple for her.
Lu Yan naturally wouldn't tell her about this.
"You need money, why don't you tell me?" He frowned, his voice a little heavy.
Don't look at the man's indifference on the surface, but from the bottom of his heart, he still hopes that Shen Zhen can rely on him, some things he can't give yet, but some things, he will not treat her badly.
However, Shen Zhen's thoughts always run counter to his.
In her opinion, she has hands and feet. In addition to selling paintings, she can also make incense. No matter what, she would never think of asking him for money.
So at this moment, Shen San's eyes were full of resistance.
Lu Yan rubbed her hair, put away her paintings, and said, "I have prepared all your incense money for you."
As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhen panicked a little, and stumblingly said: "No, no."
Lu Yan looked down at her, her thin lips pursed slightly, and the unstoppable aura came up again.
"Sir, this money is different from others. This is the money I prayed for my mother." Shen Zhen took his hand, "It is said that sincerity is good, I will not feel at ease if I use your money in vain. "
Lu Yan said, "Do you know how much these paintings can be sold for?"
"As much as I can sell, I know it." When the accident happened at the Yunyang Hou Mansion, Shen Zhen didn't know how many things she had sold.
Lu Yan looked down at her little hands that were blackened with ink, pinched her face, and said in disgust, "Okay, go back to the house with me to wash your hands."
"Sir, rest first." Shen Zhen said with a smile, "I still want to draw a picture."
After saying that, she turned around and returned to the table, started writing, and dipped in ink.
Lu Yanpi stared at her for a long time without smiling, and seeing that she was late, he walked over, held her neck with one hand, and said in a chilled voice, "What I said, you listen to me. don't you see?"
Shen Zhen was caught by the back of Destiny's neck, and immediately put down the brush in her hand.
Back at Lanyue Pavilion, Shen Zhen hurriedly washed and lay down beside him. Lu Yan was about to fall asleep, but was awakened by her turning over.
He reached out and found the little girl's body curled up, "Is your menstrual period coming?"
Shen Zhen let out a hesitant "um".
"When did it come?"
Shen Zhen didn't think much, and said the truth: "It's noon today."
Lu Yan sneered coldly: "Shen Zhen, you are doing it yourself." She has always been weak during menstruation. She stood in the study and painted for a day. Who does not hurt her
Shen Zhen's back stiffened by his training, and he didn't dare to make a sound.
But after a while, the man's warm palm was on her lower abdomen.
"Sir." Shen Zhen looked back at him.
Lu Yan turned her head back and said in a low voice, "Just these twenty pictures. If you dare to write tomorrow, I will collect all the stationery in the study."
"I see." Shen Zhen said bitterly.
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Originally, the matter of Shen Zhen selling paintings to collect incense money has already hit Lu Yan very much. Who knows that the next day, early in the morning, another thunderbolt came.
Shen Zhen actually estimated the market price of a box of jade that he bought for her in Yangzhou, and set up an account. After her hand, she converted the 600 pieces into 720 pieces.
Lu Yan stared at the box of jewelry and jade in front of him, and the accounts in his hand, and even laughed angrily.
Are you saying she's stupid
But she did the math better than anyone else.
Usually he is a person who doesn't have a long heart, and he can't get up or down with the breath that he specializes in giving people.
Lu Yan choked in his throat, his eyebrows jumped along with his temples on both sides, and for a moment, he seemed to hear a tinnitus.
Resisting the urge to scold her, he stood up and left Chengyuan with a blank face, ignoring her sweet voice by the way, bent down and got into the carriage.
Before entering Jingzhao Mansion, Lu Yan piled these paintings into Yang Zong's hands.
Yang Zong wondered: "Master, this is..."
Lu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, a bit self-deprecating, "Take these back to the study of the Duke's mansion, put them away, and don't let anyone see them."
Lu Yan stepped up the stone steps and beat the drum at any time. He is the one who has nowhere to complain.
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In a blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of March.
Lu Yan originally planned to accompany Shen Zhen to Daxingshan Temple, but suddenly something happened to Jingzhao Mansion.
That day, someone came to play the drums early in the morning.
In the Lanmen Inn in Anshanfang, Nanshi, a family of six died overnight. The deaths were tragic. After their heads were cut off, they were all hung on the beams of the house, and none of the elderly and children were spared.
However, there was no shortage of money in the house, and there was no trace of rape or murder on the young woman.
If you don't seek money or color, most of the time, the enemy is looking for you.
After such a tragic incident, Zheng Jingzhao suffered a head disease and was sick at home, and Sun Shaoyin went out to handle the case. If Lu Yan didn't go again, Jingzhao Mansion would not even have a person sitting in the hall.
Without a way, Lu Yan could only send another credible driver to send Shen Zhen over.
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The carriage turned around the corner and saw the Daxingshan Temple standing not far away, with yellow walls and grey tiles, solemn and generous. Next to Daxingshan Temple, there is another ancient pagoda - Longye Pagoda.
The Longye Pagoda is nine stories high, the tower body is octagonal, and there are tower gates on each layer.
When people stand under the eaves, they can hear the wind chimes moving with the wind, which is not only pleasing to the ear, but also adds a sense of sacredness here.
The seventh day of the third lunar month is not a special day, there are not many pilgrims, and it is a little deserted. However, if today were to be the Buddha's birthday on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, as soon as you entered the door, you would be drowned in the crowd.
After all, it is not only the people of Chang'an who come here to burn incense, there are Yangzhou, Jingzhou, Luoyang in the vicinity, and the Western Regions, Goguryeo, and Japan in the distance.
Shen Zhen and Tangyue entered the Daxingshan Temple, and under the guidance of the Zhike monk, they entered the main hall.
There are three golden statues "Huayan Sansheng" enshrined in the hall. In the center is Vairocana Buddha, also known as Samsara Buddha, Manjushri Bodhisattva on the left and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva on the right. In addition, there is also a huge temple in the hall. bell. (1)
After one by one, Shen Zhen stopped in front of the Buddha statue of Manjushri.
Manjusri Bodhisattva is worshipped as the incarnation of supreme wisdom and great compassion. It is named for saving all beings and eliminating sins. Shen Zhen slowly knelt on the futon, closed his eyes, and folded his hands in silence for a while.
After shaking the lottery and kowtow, the Zhike monk came over with the merit book. Shen Zhen was inconvenient to write his name, so he only wrote the incense he wanted to donate on it.
Sixty. This is the money Lu Yan gave her last night.
Shen Zhen knew in his heart that his paintings were not very popular, let alone twenty paintings, even if they added twenty more paintings, they would not be able to sell at this price.
But when she looked at the man's face, she was already very ugly, so she couldn't push it down any more.
Shen Zhen sighed faintly, adding another debt to the debt to be repaid.
Monk Zhike took it with a smile, and then said, "Master Yuan Shen still has a "Renwang Sutra" puja that has not yet ended. Please ask the girl to follow me to the guest room and wait for a while."
Shen Zhen entered the guest room, and the guest monk closed the door and walked out.
At this time, a female pilgrim happened to pass by, and she lifted her foot and looked inside.
Monk Zhike stopped her, "Donor, without the permission of the abbot, no one is allowed to enter here."
The female pilgrim snatched the meritorious deeds from his hand, looked up and down, and said, "With sixty incense sticks, can you ask Master Yuan Shen to recite the sutras himself?"
The acquaintance monk smiled and said: "Donor, Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect, and the cycle of cause and effect cannot be determined by these external things."
The female pilgrim suddenly caught a cold and said a sin.
After the female pilgrim left, the little novice who swept the door of the guest room moved to the door of the monk monk step by step, and said, "Is it really a sixty-sixth of merit?"
Monk Zhike patted his bare head, "How much money is worth, it's all merit."
Zhike Seng looked down at the lack of merit in his hand, and said to himself: Sixty points, even adding a zero is not enough.
Shen Zhen met Master Yuan Shen in the side hall.
In the side hall, there is a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara enshrined, as well as a dazzling golden body of five hundred Arhats. Just looking at it, the heart of awe rises spontaneously.
Before leaving, Shen Zhen looked back at the lush green hills behind him, the gurgling water, and the plaque hanging high in Daci'en Temple. Thinking of the voice of Master Shen just now, she felt inexplicably calm...
She put the curtains back on and stepped into the carriage.
The carriage drove slowly, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the pagoda behind him gradually disappeared.
At four o'clock, Tangyue helped Shen Zhen out of the carriage, "Miss, watch out for your feet."
At this time, none of them noticed that at the corner of Chengyuan's alley, there was another person standing...