The incense in the Berlin Zen Temple in Zhaozhou is very popular. On the 15th day of the lunar month, there are endless men and women who come to the temple to burn incense.

Before he arrived at the temple gate, Cao Caiwei asked her carriage to stop on the side of the road.

Mo Mei helped the girl get out of the car: "Miss, there are several times more people today than before."

Cao Caiwei said: "Maybe it's because the Shangsi Festival is coming soon, the daughters are here to pray for blessings today."

The blessings prayed by the daughters were just asking for a good marriage. Mo Mei smiled and said, "The Bodhisattva will bless the girl."

Cao Caiwei looked at the temple gate across the street, and soon saw the Ding family's carriage and the light green figure like "smoke trees across Xiaoxiang" standing next to the carriage. He did not wear a hairpin today, but covered it with a light green scarf on his bun. Cao Caiwei blushed and chuckled, this man was afraid that others would not know his identity as a scholar.

The stunning talent and Feng Yi, the ambition of Yan Gao, the only thing Cao Caiwei could think of at this time was these few words. When I wrote it to him, I would use official script or small seal script? I remember that he had been talking about "Boyuan Tie" and had practiced Wang's running script for a while...

"Girl, look." Mo Mei's voice was a little cold. Cao Caiwei looked in the direction of Mo Mei's fingers, and only felt that the former aura hit her forehead again. It broke in the middle, and her whole body was as sad as a zither with a broken string: "Tang Xiaoxiao, why did she..."

It seemed that Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Fang and the others were also present, but Cao Caiwei only felt that everyone had turned into mist. Only Tang Xiaoxiao and Ding Jin were clear. Tang Xiaoxiao was wearing a lotus-white light silk dress, covered with a lilac colored cicada wing gauze half of her arm, bowing to Ding Jin and chatting with him with a smile.

"This Southern Man! She is everywhere!" Cao Caiwei sighed and resurrected her soul and started to curse.

Mo Mei was startled. The girl rarely did this. It seemed that she was really annoyed this time: "Miss, don't worry, Mr. Ding and that Tang... no, maybe she met the Southern Barbarians by chance."

It happened that he was waiting for someone just now. When he saw Tang Xiaoxiao, he immediately treated him diligently and thoughtfully.

Thinking of this, Cao Caiwei almost fainted: "Mo Mei, let's go back to the car."

Mo Mei supported the girl: "Miss shouldn't be discouraged. Then Tang Xiaoxiao used some means to trick the young master out!"

"What can we do now? Should we also burn incense and pretend to meet by chance?" Cao Caiwei sighed, "I don't have that thick skin."

Cao Caiwei looked like a stone statue, staring at her lover and another girl entering the temple, and her heart seemed to be cold as if it had become a stone.

"If a girl is worried about this, she will not care about her identity!" Mo Mei tried every means to help her figure out the girl, "What is Tang Xiaoxiao? The daughter of a merchant has a few bad money? A girl is the real lady of a wealthy family, why bother with such a merchant and wild wife! She must have been entangled with Mr. Ding. The master has always been gentle and considerate, caring about demeanor, and in front of the elders, it is not easy to drive her away at this moment..."

"Her grandfather's family is also a great scholar." Cao Caiwei said mosquito-smellingly.

"Grandpa?" Mo Mei said the word "Wei" very seriously, "Grandpa, granddaughter, that's too many heretics! Her surname is Tang, and she is still the daughter of a merchant! Who is the girl? She is the legitimate daughter of Mr. Cao in Zhaozhou, and the pearl in her hand! Our husband is now the husband of Baoding Academy. Should Mr. Ding give up his respect for his teacher and ask for a daughter of a vendor? Unless his head is kicked into the donkey's hoof!" Mo Mei closed her voice and warned herself not to speak the words of the village, so she would not be the case.

Cao Caiwei bit her lip and still looked at the direction of the temple gate. She could imagine how they were talking and laughing when they entered the temple. Who was Ding Jin? There would never be a cold show with him. The Southern Barbarians were even more eloquent and eloquent...

"Two girls, I'm carefully tanned under the sun."

The master and servant looked at it and saw that they were a peddler who came up to chat with him. They looked pretty, but their flattering smile looked a little obscene. The two took two steps away and did not intend to pay attention to him.

The peddler was indomitable: "The two girls are both natural and beautiful, but the only thing that is the beauty is... The girl in white looks a little pale. Is this girl's face a little red, and the young girl's skin should be pink and tender..."

"Go away! You disciple!" Mo Mei said sternly, "Do you still want to tease a girl in broad daylight? The carriage beside you belongs to our family. Do you think there is no one around us?"

The Cao family coachman had already walked to the peddler and glared at him with his arms in his arms.

The peddler was not afraid and laughed: "The young one just needs to polish the makeup of the two girls. There are a few boxes of good gouache in his hand. The color is white and natural. There is no trace of powder on his face. It is very useful!"

"Go away, let's go, our girl only uses Xinghuaxuan's gouache, who wants your coarse goods!" Mo Mei said contemptuously.

Cao Caiwei pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay to take it out and take it out. This little peddler is smart and rough, and he calls it the best."

"The real price is not something I said." The little peddler smiled and opened a small box of fragrant powder. "Girl, look, this powder is so thin. It is white and does not hurt the skin when applied to the face, and the fragrance is not strong or thin. It is suitable for a girl with status."

Cao Caiwei looked and talked to him: "I heard your accent, like a native of Jiangnan?"

"The girl is very powerful. The young man is from Xuzhou. Because of the decline of his family, he came to Zhaozhou to join his relatives." The young peddler would say such a saying every day. If you learn a few Southern dialects, you can sell more gouache. This is probably because foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures. "Everyone says that Jiangnan beauties are delicate, white and tender, and water and soil are second. The most important thing is makeup, three-point appearance and seven-point dress..."

"Xuzhou? How far is it from Lanxi?" Cao Caiwei interrupted and asked.

"Not far, not far." The young peddler laughed and thought to himself that he, an authentic northerner, had really blocked this silly girl. He had never even heard of the place name Lanxi.

"Do you speak Lanxi dialect?"

"It's almost the same, it's almost the same." The little peddler's eyes turned, feeling that there might be a big deal, and it's rare for buyers with private carriages to catch this fat fish. "It's like Yuan's dialect and local Zhaozhou dialect. We can hear it differently, but outsiders think that the accents are similar."

Cao Caiwei nodded repeatedly and stared at the peddler up and down: "How much does this box of gouache cost?"

The little peddler was very cruel and quoted a high price: "I want a hanging of money."

"You sharpen your knife!" Mo Mei glared at him.

Cao Caiwei stopped Mo Mei and smiled and said, "I will pay five taels of silver to buy your Lanxi dialect, how can I sell it?"

"Sell! Sell!" The peddler said hurriedly, "Five taels of silver are enough for several months of spending! Even if this customer wants to speak Javanese by himself, he has to be on his head at this moment!
Chapter completed!