Gu Qingzhi was disrupted by this meaningless sentence. Looking at Qingguan's serious face, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Come on, come on, don't cause trouble for the second sister, even if it's Amitabha. My wife will make the decision on my own, so I don't need you to protect me."
Qingguan's fingertips trembled and she swallowed the words.
After driving for an hour, we arrived at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.
The road leading to Yangu Temple is only a mountain road paved with gravel. Although it is smoother and wider than ordinary mountainous terrain, it can only accommodate one person and carriage. There are small gentle woods on one side of the mountain road and steep mountains on the other side.
Today, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, big families will come to Yangu Temple to offer incense, so there is a long queue of horse-drawn carriages going up the mountain. Gu's carriage waited at the foot of the mountain for half a cup of tea before it was its turn to go up the mountain.
The carriage stopped at the temple gate, and everyone got off the car and entered the temple.
Qingguan followed the example of her second sister, taking off her curtain hat and looking up, her eyes flashing with waves.
Five years from now, Yangu Temple will still have towering ancient trees, numerous pagodas, and green bamboos. However, the incense seems to be much more prosperous than five years ago.
The young monk Mi led everyone into the main hall. With a pious look on his face, Mr. Wei put his hands together, muttered something, and began to pay homage to the Bodhisattva.
The others also followed her example, all with serious expressions and bowing silently.
Qingguan did not bow down, but stared blankly at the smiling face of the Bodhisattva.
I especially remember that half a month before the accident at the Qian Mansion, my mother took her to Yangu Temple to offer incense. Her mother prostrated at the feet of the Bodhisattva, with a hint of solemnity on her usually smiling face.
My mother was a medical practitioner and had never believed in Buddhism. That day she worshiped the Bodhisattvas one by one, as devoutly as a believer.
Qingguan had someone in mind at that time and did not notice the sadness on her mother's face, only focusing on her own emotions. But now that I think about it carefully, everything is a sign.
It is a pity that no matter how devoutly the mother kowtows, the Bodhisattva is still aloft, looking down on all living beings with a pleasant smile on his face. In her eyes, all the sufferings of sentient beings are just tribulations that must be endured.
Since it is a calamity, why bother to worship again. What's more, the calamity is in the heart and has no solution.
Qingguan gave the Bodhisattva a cold look and held his head high.
There were twelve Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the main hall. Wei led everyone to worship them one by one. Qingguan saw that everyone was focused on the Buddha and no one noticed her, a fisherman in troubled waters, so she quietly walked outside to wait.
As soon as he stood firm, he saw several maids in bright clothes approaching, surrounded by a woman who looked like a willow.
is her
The woman wore a round-necked straight coat of white satin embroidered with folded branches and flowers, and a large fur cloak with green bamboo leaves inlaid with golden silk and phoenix patterns. Her eyes were full of clear spring water, and her fragrant jade was more delicate than flowers. She had a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin spreading its wings. Want to fly.
We haven’t seen her for six years, but she is still as charming as she was then, with a smile that touches people’s hearts.
As if struck by lightning, Qingwan lowered her head and took a few steps back, hiding in the crowd. However, no matter how well she hid, her red lips still couldn't stop trembling.
Chunni noticed something was wrong with the young lady, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Miss, whose lady is this? She is really good-looking, and her whole-body style is simply..."
"Miss?"
Qingguan took a closer look in disbelief, and saw that the woman was indeed combing her hair in a young lady's bun.
Suspicion arose in her mind. Fast forward six years, she should have turned nineteen this year in her prime. In this world, she already belongs to an old girl. Why haven't you married yet
"You don't even know her. She is the eighth daughter of the British Duke's family. On the fifteenth day of every month, she comes to offer incense and worship Buddha."
The long eyelashes were half drooped. Qingguan's heart moved and she said with a smile: "This eldest sister, Miss Eight seems to be very young. Why are you still waiting in the boudoir?"
The woman looked at Qingguan in surprise and said, "Your accent sounds like you're from the south. I wonder if you don't know what's going on here. She was engaged six years ago."
six years ago? That was the year when the capital was turned upside down.
Qingguan's heartbeat quickened, "Why have you been putting it off until now?"
"You don't understand this. Miss Eight is a Buddhist, and the old monk of Yangu Temple has calculated for her that it will take twenty years before she can get married. Otherwise, her life will be in danger, so it has been delayed until now."
Qingguan's expression gradually became serious, and she spoke reluctantly, "Which family is your husband's family?"
"My husband's family is the Su family of the Minister of War."
Qingguan trembled all over, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Seeing something was wrong, Chunni hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and said anxiously: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Qingguan waved his hand and forced a smile and said: "Nothing, the mountain wind makes me a little dizzy. I'll be fine if I rest for a while."
Chunni hurriedly wrapped her cloak around her and said with concern: "Miss, let's go to the palace. The mountain wind here is too strong and you might catch a cold."
"There are many people in the hall and it's hard to breathe. Let's stand aside." Qingguan covered up all her emotions.
Before she finished speaking, a sharp gaze fell on her through the crowd.
Qingguan raised her eyes and saw, a few feet away, a young man wearing a sapphire blue calamus-patterned silk trousers and a chinchilla skin cloak, looking at her with deep eyes.
Qingguan's heart stagnated slightly, and she calmly looked away.
I had known that wherever she was, he would be there too. But I never thought that after six years of not seeing each other, the arrogant and youthful boy back then had grown into a handsome and handsome man.
"Li Feng, what are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up?"
The melodious and melodious voice, like an oriole emerging from the mountain, rang in Qingguan's ears. She subconsciously clenched her fists and dug her nails deeply into her flesh.
"There are a lot of people today, so I won't go in and join in the fun. I'll wait for you outside."
The man's voice had an inherent softness and a hint of arrogance. Compared to six years ago, this voice was less frivolous and more calm.
Qingguan slowly moved away and walked to the side.
Chunni followed and murmured in a low voice: "Miss, these two people look alike!"
"They are twins from the same mother, so how can they be different?"
"You know Miss?" Chunni asked in surprise.
"Yeah!" Qingguan's tone was calm and she didn't want to say more.
Chunni didn't know the inside story, so she couldn't help but cast her eyes on the backs of the two of them, and said to herself: "The British Duke's Palace, isn't that Concubine Yin's natal family?"
Qingguan glanced at her and her face sank. Talking too much in public is bound to lead to misunderstandings, and this girl is a bit unguarded in her words.
Knowing that she had made a mistake, Chunni stuck out her tongue playfully, and was too frightened to speak any more.
Qingguan ignored her and walked straight to the foot of a century-old pine, looking at the green mountains, standing silently and speechless.
Finally we met again.
Yin Lifeng's narrow eyes narrowed, and a light flashed in his eyes. Among the bustling crowd, he immediately spotted the woman standing at the entrance of the temple.
She was wearing a vermilion flower cloak and a white jade hairpin on her head. She had no makeup on her face. Her eyes were as bright as cold stars, with a hint of chill, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of amorous feelings.
It was such contradictory eyes that attracted his attention.
What surprised him even more was that he always felt that the person in front of him seemed familiar.
Yin Lifeng stood behind him, his eyes glancing under the pines and cypresses from time to time, with suspicion in his eyes. At first glance, this woman was from a wealthy family and had a good upbringing.
He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and Xiaozhong, his personal servant, hurriedly came closer.
"Master?"
"Go and help me find out which family the girl under the pines and cypresses belongs to."
Xiao Zhong glanced over, tilted his head, and said, "I'll go immediately, little one."
After Wei finished worshiping the Bodhisattva in a circle, he finally took the banknote from the maid and gave it to the old monk.
The old monk looked at the two thousand taels of silver notes happily and respectfully invited Wei and others to enter the temple.
Qingzhi looked around but couldn't see Sixth Sister. She was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat and whispered a few words in Hongyi's ear.
Hongyi ran away quickly, but within a short breath, he found the sixth lady.
Qingzhi glared at Qingguan fiercely and signaled her not to run around, what if the madam or the princess saw her
Qing Guanhun smiled nonchalantly, lowered his head and slowly followed the large army.
The inner hall is filled with flowers and flowers, and people who are not wealthy are not allowed to enter.
Qingguan smelled the fragrance of powder, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. The so-called equality of all living beings is just a trick to deceive people. Whoever has more money and more power can be close to the Buddha.
It cost two thousand taels, and the contract was for a draw. In the past, all the female relatives of the Gu family could draw a lot and then ask the eminent monk to explain it.
But today's two thousand taels can only be drawn by one lot.
Wei glanced around and her eyes fell on Qingzhi, as if she wanted her to draw the lot.
Huayang was used to being domineering, so how could she let a junior take the lead? She wanted her daughter to ask about marriage for this lottery. So before Wei Shi could say anything, Shi Shiran stepped forward.
When Zhou saw it, she felt angry. On weekdays, you can just pick the tip. In front of the Buddha, I don't care whether you are a princess or a princess. If you take this lot, what does the Gu family have to do with my eldest brother
Mrs. Zhou puffed up her chest, walked a few steps quickly, and got in front of Hua Yang.
The two of them knelt down on the futon at the same time. You looked at me, I looked at you, and neither of them had any intention of giving in.
Qingguan looked on coldly from the side, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the unhappiness of meeting his old friend just now disappeared. In this case, let's fight. Whoever wins gets the draw. This is the fairest way.
In terms of size, Zhou's is slightly better.
Mrs. Wei saw that the momentum was not going well and said loudly: "I'll do it!"
The mother-in-law drew the lots herself, and the two daughters-in-law had nothing to say. They exhaled a puff of cold air from their noses, stood up and retreated to the back.
Wei shook the lotus tube a few times and one fell out. I picked it up and saw that it was signed. Mrs. Wei was overjoyed and quickly asked Qingzhi to help her up and go to the side to explain the fortune to the eminent monk.
At this moment, a well-dressed woman walked up to Princess Huayang and whispered a few words. The princess' face was filled with joy, and she pulled her daughter Wu Yanling out of the side door without even saying hello. Qingguan glanced calmly, his eyes slightly focused.