She had just put the letter into the envelope and sealed it, when suddenly there was a singing sound from nowhere.
The sound seemed to be blown out of leaves, and it was a bit sharp. Although it was pleasant to hear, it was always a bit abrupt in the middle of the night.
Thinking of what Si Luo said in the morning, she frowned.
It turned out that there was really a song.
Listening to the song played over and over again, she couldn't help but put on her coat, opened the door and went out.
The moonlight is very bright tonight, and the courtyard seems to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which is very bright.
Si Yi, dressed in black, was standing on the porch, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head to look.
Wen Yunong said: "Si Yi, where did the music come from?"
"It should be in the direction of the back mountain." Si said.
Wen Rongrong frowned, "Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and runs to the back mountain to play music?"
Si Yidao: "During the day, I went to the back mountain to check, but I didn't find any trace left by the person who played the music."
"It is estimated that someone is pretending to be a ghost." Wen Rongrong guessed, and then thinking of what Si Luo said during the day, she looked at Si Yi, "You didn't sleep all night last night?"
Si Yi said indifferently: "It's nothing."
Wen Rongrong frowned, "You don't need to keep vigil for me, go to bed quickly, if you don't sleep for two consecutive nights, even a hardened person will not be able to bear it."
"It's okay." Si Yi turned around.
Wen Yunlong was a little discouraged, "You child, why are you so disobedient?"
Si Yi turned his head to stare at her, and snorted coldly, "You yourself are two years younger than me, how dare you talk about me?"
Wen Yung's lips parted, wanting to refute, but her age made it impossible for her to refute.
After a while she said: "I am your master's wife, so I am of the same generation as him, at least my generation is older than you. Be obedient and go to sleep."
Si Yi: "..."
To prevent her from being verbose, he simply walked a little further away.
Wen Yunong: "..."
The strong disgust emanating from the young man is really annoying.
"If it's not for your master's sake, I don't want to care about you. The prince is much cuter than you."
Si Yi: "..."
He said coldly: "That really disappoints you, the master didn't send Wang Houde out this time."
Wen Rongyong put his hands on his hips, this kid is really not cute at all, forget it, he likes night watch, so let's do night watch, she doesn't want to bother with him.
But before entering the room, she couldn't help but say another sentence, "You are still in the stage of growing your body, you have been staying up all night, be careful that you will be stunted in the future, and you won't be able to find a wife."
A vein on Si's forehead twitched, and he looked at her gloomily.
But she slammed the door shut with a bang.
He pinched the center of his brows, wondering how the master endured her
The music was the same as the night before, and it continued until dawn before it fell silent.
Wen Rongjun was not disturbed by the music, she slept soundly, opened the door, saw that Si Yi had disappeared, thought that he had heard her words later, and went back to sleep, just feeling relieved, saw the young man's expression He walked in from outside the courtyard in an ugly manner.
"Si Yi, where have you been so early in the morning?" She asked hastily.
Si glanced at her and said lightly, "Houshan."
Wen Rongyong was taken aback for a moment, then understood immediately, and asked, "How is it? Do you have any clues?"
Si shook his head, "I didn't find anything."
Wen Rongrong frowned, "That man is too cunning, but what is his intention? He played music in the back mountain for two consecutive nights. It is impossible for someone to be so boring, right?"
Si Yi didn't know what he was thinking, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.
Seeing that his complexion was a bit grim, Wen Rongyong comforted him and said, "Don't think too much, anyway, there are so many people living in Huangming Temple, and there are imperial guards guarding it, so there shouldn't be any trouble."
"It's best." Si Yi said lightly.
"Okay, there's nothing to do today, you don't have to follow me, you go to rest, I'm going to go with Concubine A Tuo to offer incense and ask for a lottery."
Si nodded, "OK."
Seeing that he agreed so readily this time, Wen Rongrong was still a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at him more.
Si Yi ignored her, turned around and left the yard.
"Hey, didn't you say you were going to take a rest, why are you still running outside?" Wen Rongyong shouted from behind.
Si Yi ignored her and gradually walked away.
Wen Rongjun shrugged helplessly, and after eating his fast, he went to find A Tuo Jianghua, and the two of them walked together to the main hall of the temple, the Daxiong Hall.
When the two arrived, there were already many wives and concubines offering incense.
Kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva, one by one put their hands together, their faces were pious, and they muttered words.
Wen Rongjun took A Tuo Jianghua to get the incense, then knelt on the futon, bowed to the Bodhisattva three times, and immediately a young monk came over, took the incense for the two of them and put it in the incense burner.
Wen Rongjun knelt on the futon, clasping his hands together.
Regardless of whether it is useful or not, since she came here, she prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless her parents and brothers and sisters-in-law in health and safety, and Gu Linchao would live a long life, and then she and Gu Linchao could love each other, and Gu Linchao would spoil her forever...
After she finished making these wishes, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be praying a little too much.
I wonder if the Bodhisattva remembered what she said
At this time, there was a "crash" sound from the side.
She looked sideways, and saw A Tuo Jiang Hua holding a lottery in his hand, asking for a lottery.
She shook the lottery, and suddenly a lot slipped out of the lottery and fell to the ground.
Atuo Jianghua picked it up, looked at the words written on it, but didn't understand what it was.
"Yongyong, what does this mean?" She handed the sign to Wen Rongyong to see.
Wen Rongjun took it, and saw that there was a line written on the signature: "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." She read it softly.
Atuo Jianghua asked: "What do you mean?"
Wen Yunong said: "This is a marriage lottery, but I don't quite understand what it means, let's find the master to explain it."
"Okay." Atuo Jianghua nodded with interest. She had never played this kind of game in Huijiang before, and she thought it was quite new.
In the room next to the Daxiong Hall, there are monks who specialize in unwrapping lottery.
Under the guidance of the little monk, the two searched for it with their lottery.
"Master, what is the meaning of this sign, please help us to understand it." Wen Rongrong said, and handed over the sign in his hand.
The one who unscrambled the signature was an old monk, with eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, he only glanced at the signature and understood something. He looked at the two and asked, "Who asked for this signature?"
"I asked for it." A Tuo Jiang Hua said immediately.
The master looked at her, said "Amitabha", and then said: "This lottery is the next lottery in the marriage lottery. According to the meaning of the sign above, the girl's love life may be bumpy."
A Tuo Jiang Hua's eyes widened, "Is the road to love bumpy?"
"Exactly. The Weaver Girl is trapped in the sky, and she can only meet the Cowherd on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month every year. The same is true for the girl. It will be very difficult to meet the sweetheart."