The Jokhang Temple is an old temple from the previous dynasty. A mountain gate is tall and large, and the gray-white stone is engraved with mottled traces of the years. Very close to the ground, there are faint moss marks.
Lu Jinxi just looked at it like this, a little dazed.
The monks in the temple had received the news early, and they were all waiting in front of the mountain gate at this moment.
Seeing her come out, they bowed their heads very politely, bowed and let people in: "The sacrifices are ready, Madam, please come in."
"It's work."
After a moment's recovery, Lu Jinxi looked back, turned to look at them for a while, and then reacted, smiled slightly, and said thanks.
After all, she is still not used to her current status.
When he woke up, he changed from a poor man who only failed to start a business to a widow in the general's mansion who almost died of illness on the couch.
Destiny is really not "thin" to her, from a fire pit to a frying pan.
Fortunately, God didn't plan to really kill her.
During this period of time, Lu Jinxi pricked up his ears and made full use of the opportunity to learn about the general's mansion.
She carefully analyzed the original body's situation, and designed various common-sense reactions for him after recovering from the illness.
No one seemed to suspect anything, except for the servant girl, Bailu, who was always mumbling, feeling that she seemed to be a lot stronger.
In fact, where is the strong access
But it is reluctant to suffer.
no way.
Lu Jinxi started a business and was accustomed to planning carefully, for fear of falling into a bad debt that could not make ends meet.
Fighting with those bastards on the scene, she developed a cunning temper.
Talking to people, talking to people, talking to ghosts, level 1 survival skills. After planting a few times and buying enough lessons, I have never suffered a loss again.
After wearing it, the nature is hard to change.
To disguise Lu's original gentleness and kindness, although it is not difficult for her, the current situation of Lu's...
She couldn't bear to play a little white rabbit anymore.
Thinking of this, and thinking of the situation in the General's Mansion, Lu Jinxi sighed inwardly, secretly having a headache.
However, on the face, she couldn't see anything strange, and with a slight bow, she was about to enter the temple gate.
Unexpectedly, the front foot was lifted up, and before waiting for the ground, a panicked shout came from behind: "Husband, madam!"
Lu Jinxi's eyelids jumped.
She could tell that it was Pan Quan'er's voice, who was running around the house on weekdays and had quick legs and feet.
Looking back, it was him.
Pan Quan'er was wearing a straight blue silk dress. In the cold weather, she was sweating all over her head, her face was flushed, and her mouth was breathing out white gas.
When he came to a place about two feet away from Lu Jinxi, he didn't dare to go in any more. He knelt down with his legs bent, and knocked his head on the ground: "Madam, little, young master, he, huhu, again..."
Yes, this time, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Knowing that it was definitely not good news, Lu Jinxi took a step back and stood still, and said slowly, "Get up, let's catch your breath, and then talk about it."
It had only snowed, and although the land in front of the mountain gate had been cleaned up by the monks, it was still freezing.
Pan Quan'er knew that this was a pity for their servants, so she called out to answer, thanked her unequivocally in her heart, and then got up from the ground.
He gasped for a while before finally getting his voice back.
"Mrs. Qiqi, this afternoon, when the young master went to study in the school, he beat up the second son of Luo next door, injuring his arm and bleeding red."
"… "
Silence all over the place.
The servants who traveled with the General's Mansion were so frightened that they took a deep breath!
The second son of Luo Er next door, that is the second son of the prince of the British government!
This…
How could he beat someone so well? !
Still bleeding red? !
The egret standing beside Lu Jinxi was even more frightened, and his little face turned white in an instant.
Along with everyone else, she subconsciously looked at Lu Jinxi.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jinxi didn't move at all, with both hands in the cage, she was still calm.
Xue Chi is the child of the original Lu family after the death of her husband Xue Kuang.
Because he is the only direct son of the general, and lost his father at an early age, he is particularly doting in the house, so he develops a little overlord temperament that is not afraid of the sky and earth, and has heard that the plain temperament is rampant and domineering.
She has been ill since she wore it.
One is that he is afraid of being exposed in front of the child, and the other is that he is afraid of passing sickness to the child. Therefore, she has never seen any of Lu's children.
When she heard Pan Quan'er talking about Xue Chi, she also said what happened to this little ancestor, but she didn't expect that it was him who did something to him.
Xue Chi was not mentioned in the words, so he should be fine.
Therefore, Lu Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, and did not ask himself the cause and effect of his cheap son's beating, but only asked, "Second son Luo didn't hurt his head, right?"
Pan Quan'er shook his head: "It shouldn't be, there's no injury on the head, just the body... What's the matter... But I haven't asked the doctor to see it... "
So, it's hard to say whether it was hurt or not.
"Did the doctor invite you?"
The previously raised brows finally wrinkled slightly, and Lu Jinxi asked a second sentence.
"Uh?"
Pan Quan'er was stunned, as if she didn't expect Lu Jinxi to ask this.
He shook his head again: "As soon as something happened to the person, he was picked up by the British government and went outside to invite a doctor."
"That means we didn't invite?"
Lu Jinxi's long eyelashes drooped, casting a heavy shadow on the lower eyelid.
Her voice is still the same tone as before, but it feels completely different.
It sounds bland, but not tender.
A gust of wind blew, and Pan Quan'er couldn't help shivering, and replied, "When the little one left, we hadn't invited him yet."
The person in charge of the house is Lu Jinxi.
If her aunt, the eldest princess in the second room, was here, this matter could be handled properly.
It's just that the eldest princess entered the palace this morning to greet the empress dowager, and stayed in the palace for dinner, fearing that she would not be able to come back for a while.
As for the rest of the house...
Lu Jinxi snorted softly in his heart, it would be good if he didn't fall into the pit and cause chaos.
The soft rabbit fur in the hand cage is warm and cozy.
She glanced at the cold weather outside, but she still didn't take out her hand.
After thinking for a while, Lu Jinxi opened his eyes, his face was gentle, but his voice was unquestionable.
"You go back immediately. When you pass through the city gate, borrow a few people from Lord Liu, the Admiral of the Nine Gates. Go to the Huisheng Hall in the east of the city and invite the ghosts to go to the British government so that he can have a look at the child in his family. They said they had sent someone to the Jokhang Temple to inform me and I will be back soon."
When Pan Quan'er heard this, she almost fell to her knees with frightened legs.
Lord Liu, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, is the old general of the general, loyal, and very forthright. If you hear that the Xue family is borrowing people, let alone a few, it will be a matter of no blink of an eye to transfer a battalion!
The unlucky old guy of Guishou Zhang...
Pan Quan'er lit a row of white candles for him in her heart, and quickly responded, "I understand, I will do it now!"
Lu Jinxi nodded.
Pan Quan'er then quickly backed away, ran down the mountain in a flash, and directly stepped on the fast horse that had been thrown by the road earlier, hurriedly hurried, and swung the whip away.
In front of the mountain gate, the acquaintances and monks all knew that something had happened to the treasure of the General's Mansion, so they didn't say a word.
Lu Jinxi stood there and watched for a while, then turned around and walked towards the temple gate again.
Egret said in surprise: "Didn't you say to return immediately?"
This head melon seed is useless.
She is just talking about the scene, as for whether she will return, who knows
Lu Jinxi shook his head and said, "Everyone has come. It won't take long to leave if you put on the incense stick."
She searched. Although this general who was buried in the battlefield was not a good husband by any means, he should occupy a very important position in Lu's heart.
On the bookshelf, in the box, are all the good news from the border, I don't know how many times I have read it, and how many times I have touched it.
The pitiful bones by the river are still like the dream of a spring boudoir...
Waking up from a dream with a wet pillow, the beloved is no longer.
Lu Jinxi was an outsider, and she had no acquaintance with this "husband" who died young, but she pity Lu's infatuation and dedication.
The bento is to put a stick of incense on her behalf and recite two sutras.
With both hands still in the cage, Lu Jinxi walked inward.
Just after walking a few steps, she paused and looked sideways at the corner of the mountain road on the left.
Those two are still there.
She saw it when she got off the sedan.
One is an old monk, wearing a cassock, who should be a highly respected monk in the monastery; the other is a man wearing a dark blue robe and a black cloak, which is quite talented.
After a short distance, they didn't come.
People in the General's Mansion have never been taboo, but others will take the initiative to avoid suspicion.
Lu Jinxi didn't recognize them, and only roughly guessed why they were standing there.
But…
The two willow-leaf slender eyebrows were slightly raised.
Lu Jinxi felt that the eyes of the one wearing the cloak were so transparent and clear that he could see through people at a glance, but there was no fluctuation at all, which was really uncomfortable.
Have you met an acquaintance
She thought slowly in her heart, but she didn't have Lu's memory, and she didn't hear it from the maids. Of course, she couldn't tell the difference right now.
So he withdrew his gaze lightly, only as if nothing had happened, he walked into the temple.
Egret and others quickly followed.
The front of the mountain gate was quickly empty, and several bearers found a fairly clean step and sat down, waiting outside.
The green-veiled sedan quietly parked in the open space of the mountain gate.
Gu Juefei's locked brows finally slowly unfolded at this moment.
When the lady in charge of the general's mansion turned her head and saw him, he had already seen the strangeness in the other's eyes.
The Lu Jinxi he had learned from Wei Yi was gentle and cowardly, never arguing with others.
There is absolutely no careful thinking, and there is absolutely no way to pinch people.
A combination of grace and power
Wei Yi said that this would never happen. She only had bad intentions. The most correct thing she did in her life was to listen to her father and marry Xue Kuang.
However, Lu Jinxi, who Gu Juefei had just seen, had only five sentences in total when dealing with sudden and thorny matters.
and…
Great courage.
From beginning to end, her hands were never taken out of the warm cage.
This proves that she is not panicked at all, and even outrageously calm.
Six years...
He was ridiculed by Wei Yi in the past, "I'm so worried about Lu Jinxi, the rabbit who can't even bite", he has completely changed his appearance, as if he had changed his core.
How many things happened in the capital that he didn't know about
Standing at the end of the mountain road, Gu Juefei saw the drooping branches of the dwarf tree next to him, and there was a dry leaf on it.
This is a tree planted in the temple a few years ago, named "Jun Qianzi".
Its fruit, sweet, astringent, cool in nature, can be used as medicine, can quench thirst and remove phlegm, clear heat and detoxify.
He stretched out his hand and plucked the solitary leaf, and his fingers slowly ran over the clear veins on the back of the leaf.
They were like wrinkles on leaves, one by one, old, but deeply scratched on his warm fingertips.
Monk Jueyuan looked at him.
This hand is the hand that has written splendid articles and made strategic theories.
He didn't ask him what he wanted to do when he looked at Lu Jinxi for so long, he just glanced at the half-yellow Junqianzi leaves, and thought: "When are you going to go down the mountain?"
Gu Juefei pinched the dead leaves, put his hands behind him, smiled complicatedly, his voice was low and hoarse: "Wait for the snow on the mountain to melt..."