Li Xiaonan, Wan Qing, and Yuting started from the Maitreya Buddha at the mountain gate and paid homage to the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc.
Naturally, Awu refused to worship here and there like other women. When they entered the palace, she stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back and looked around.
Li Xiaonan is full of curiosity about everything. She has to go in and take a look at every palace room. If the door is closed and the window is closed, she will lean on the door and peek in.
Entering the Yuedong Gate, you are faced with a huge ginkgo tree. Li Xiaonan raised her head to look at the ginkgo tree.
"Such a big ginkgo tree! How beautiful it is in autumn. Wan Qing, isn't this ginkgo a scene in Jiangle City?" Li Xiaonan imagined the golden and brilliant trees.
"This is the first time I know that there is a ginkgo tree here. This is nothing. There are three ginkgo trees beside Yingxiang Pond, which are much bigger than this. That is the scene of Jiale City." Wan Qing praised Li Xiaonan's ginkgo trees.
Dismissive.
Yu Ting and A Wu traveled all over the country and gained a lot of knowledge. They were even more dismissive of a ginkgo tree. A Wu put his hands behind his back and curled his lips at Li Xiaonan's fuss, while Yu Ting stretched his head to look into the houses on both sides.
"Hey! Is there a school in this place? Is there a school in the temple?" Yuting asked Wanqing.
"That's the place where scriptures are copied. How can there be a school in the temple!" Wan Qing sighed.
Even her girl, three people are so ignorant, she is really tired.
"There is also a place for copying scriptures here!" Li Xiaonan exclaimed in surprise and rushed into the house in a few steps.
She copied scriptures at Jing'an Temple, and the layout here is similar to that of Jing'an Temple.
It turns out that copying scriptures in temples has a long history!
"Are there any rules for copying scriptures here?" Li Xiaonan turned around and asked Wan Qing.
"I don't know who would come here to copy scriptures." Wan Qing was very disgusted.
"I want to come here to copy scriptures. Let's go and ask. Who can we ask?" Li Xiaonan asked Wanqing.
"Let Ah Wu ask, just find any young novice monk." Wan Qing stopped Li Xiaonan and signaled to Ah Wu.
"I'm telling you...girl, listen to me, there are so many people coming and going here, how can you come here to copy scriptures with your status?" Wan Qing pulled Li Xiaonan out and lowered her voice.
"I have an idea!" Li Xiaonan smiled brightly and lowered her voice. Yuting hurriedly stretched his head to miss it.
"The prince wants to marry me. All the reputable families in Jiangle City know about it, right? Do you think they think it is more likely that I will marry into the palace, or that I will not be able to marry?"
"I definitely think you can marry into the prince's palace, and I also think you can definitely marry the prince." Wan Qing answered quickly. "Since the prince can speak, in front of us...not us, in front of the prince and princess.
Tell the truth!"
"Then if everyone thinks so, what will they do to me now, before I marry into the palace? If they have a chance to get to know me, make friends with me or something? What do you think of them?" Li Xiaonan
A smile on his face.
"Fishing?" Yuting understood.
"Here?" Wan Qing leaned forward and looked into the room.
"It's right here. You don't have to come every day. Come every other day and copy for an hour." Li Xiaonan smiled so hard that her eyes were crooked.
"Yes, yes! Let's hurry up early. It will show that the girl is diligent." Wan Qing agreed, stroking her hands.
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When Li Xiaonan went to Daxiangguo Temple to copy scriptures for the second time, Gu Liang, the eldest aunt of the Gu family, could not sit still, so she had someone pass a message to Gu Deng, the second aunt of the Gu family, and hurried to Prince Rui's Mansion. Gu Dang was only half a quarter of an hour late.
Arrived too.
As soon as Grandma Gu saw her sister, she started to wave and chase away the servants and girls in the house.
"Make me a bowl of tea!" Gu Deng ordered hurriedly.
She had been busy all morning and had just made a bowl of tea, but she rushed over before she had time to drink it.
Xili hurriedly made a bowl of tea, picked up another pot and placed it on the Kang table, then left to guard the second gate.
"Is it because of that person who went to Daxiangguo Temple to copy scriptures?" Gu Deng, the second aunt's grandmother, held on to a bowl of hot tea and couldn't drink it, so she spoke first.
"This is so embarrassing!" Grandma Gu looked at her mother-in-law and spoke.
"I sent someone to see what scriptures she had copied. She didn't take it with her. She said it had been taken away. I asked where it was taken from. She said she would know when she came back and asked." Princess Wei didn't look very good.<
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"What does this mean? My brother took it back? Why did he take the scriptures? Is he afraid that the pen and ink will be lost outside?" Grandma Gu responded quickly.
"Maybe my brother came up with the idea of copying scriptures." Gu Deng continued.
"My brother can't do such a shameful thing!" Grandma Gu gave her sister a sideways look.
"The first day I heard that she went to copy scriptures, I asked your brother, and it seems that it was not your brother's idea." Princess Wei sighed in annoyance.
"Then ask your brother to tell her: Don't let her go, it's too embarrassing." Grandma Gu frowned.
"Your brother said that when Miss Li was in Pingjiang Mansion, she often set up stalls and sold looms wherever there were crowds of people." Princess Wei rubbed her temples vigorously.
What bothered her was not the girl selling looms, but the complacency with which her son said these words!
"If Aniang doesn't intend to let her in, she will be embarrassed or not, and it has nothing to do with us, right?" Gu Deng asked tentatively.
"Look what you said, if my mother-in-law could be my brother's master, would things like this happen today?" Grandma Gu glanced at her sister again.
"Auntie, her intention to copy scriptures is obvious, we can't ignore it." Grandma Gu looked at Princess Wei, "If we ignore it, some people will think that we are acquiescing, and my brother will definitely add fuel to the flames. The scripture copying boy at Daxiangguo Temple
The courtyard will soon be so busy that it’s hard to squeeze in!”
"Eldest sister is right, we really can't ignore this matter." Gu Deng hurriedly answered.
"I also know that I should take care of it, but how? Let someone send a message to her? What if she takes the message and passes it to your brother?" Princess Wei had a headache from worry.
"It's definitely not possible to spread the message openly. I have an idea." Gu Deng stood up, sat next to Princess Wei, and lowered his voice: "I asked, the scripture copying place in Daxiangguo Temple is very small, and the two rooms together are not enough.
It can accommodate twenty or thirty people. Let's pick some ladies and girls who can write and rush ahead of her to occupy all the seats for copying scriptures. It's not so that she has no place to copy scriptures, but so that every family in Jianle City can
See what we mean, don’t get it wrong!”
"This idea?" Princess Wei tilted her eyes at her second daughter with a look of disgust.
"This idea is exactly the same as the one who copied the scriptures." Grandma Gu also curled her lips in disgust.
"Then you have a good idea!" Gu Deng rudely brushed off the eldest sister's dislike.
"That's okay. We don't need to be too particular about people like her." Grandma Gu looked at Princess Wei and said.
Princess Wei frowned, hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "We can't ignore it. Alas, this is the only way. You two pick some people from our house. If your brother makes trouble..." "Aniang is too spoiled to my brother." Gu Deng continued.
"Don't say such useless things. This matter should be done quietly. Oh, it's so embarrassing!" Grandma Gu stood up, "I'm going back first, I want to be more open-minded."
"Mom, please don't be angry. My brother has been naughty for more than a day or two." Gu Deng stood up.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Princess Wei waved her hands in annoyance.
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Mrs. Shi was far outside the city, and the Qing cultivators were short of manpower. She knew about Li Xiaonan’s copying of scriptures. It was already the afternoon when Li Xiaonan went to copy scriptures for the third time. The letter was brought over by Mrs. Pan Shihui and Pan Jiu.
Pan Jiu Niang was talking happily about how she went out early in the morning to burn incense, how she sent her mother-in-law to see Li Xiaonan, how she happened to see the bustle, how she couldn't resist herself from going over to see the bustle of Li Xiaonan who had no place to copy scriptures, and
How come I happened to recognize a certain woman as Grandma Gu’s roommate?
Mrs. Shi lowered her eyes, roasting tea, grinding tea, and brewing tea slowly, looking calm and unconcerned with worldly affairs.
"Did you listen to what I said?" Mrs. Pan Jiu looked at the indifferent Mrs. Shi in frustration.
"I heard it." Mrs. Shi smiled, "You are thirsty, drink tea."
"Miss Li is going to marry the prince!" Mrs. Pan Jiu raised her voice.
"I know, Miss Li is here." Mrs. Shi lowered her eyes and sipped her tea.
"Then you...well, what can you do? You have already become a monk." Mrs. Pan Jiu woke up from the excitement of watching the excitement.
"Has your marriage been agreed upon?" Mrs. Shi changed the subject in a calm tone.
"Not yet. My mother-in-law is very picky. She said that I am stupid. I have to choose a husband who will treat me well, have a good family background, a good aunt, and everything else. I went to the Daxiangguo Temple today just to offer incense. Please
Buddha and Bodhisattva bless you."
Speaking of this topic, Pan Jiu Niangzi felt as if she was being beaten by the rain.
Mrs. Shi looked at her without saying anything.
Seeing Mrs. Shi's indifferent expression, Mrs. Pan Jiu stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"I won't give it away." Mrs. Shi smiled and nodded.
Pan Jiu Niangzi took two steps, stood, turned around, looked at Mrs. Shi who was looking at her with a smile, tears came out, "Sister, you are becoming more and more different from before. I am very sad that you are like this now."
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"I wasn't really me before, but now, I'm fine. Take care of yourself." Mrs. Shi remained calm.
Pan Jiu Niang looked at the smiling Mrs. Shi as if she didn't recognize him, subconsciously took two steps back, turned around and left.
Seeing Mrs. Pan Jiu come out of the hanging flower door, Mrs. Shi's face turned gloomy, she put down her cup, moved back, leaned her back against the wall, and looked at the Guanyin Bodhisattva with downcast eyebrows.
Yulan sent Mrs. Pan Jiu away and hurried back. When she saw the gloomy Mrs. Shi, she hurriedly stuffed a cushion behind Mrs. Shi.
"Girl, lie down and have a rest. You haven't slept well these past few nights."
"I'm not doing it for this marriage, let alone for the heir apparent." Lady Shi seemed to be talking to Yulan, or to herself.
"Yeah." Yulan looked at her girl worriedly.
"I'm very sad." Mrs. Shi's voice was very low.
"I know." Yulan's voice was choked with sobs, "Girl, you can't feel depressed like this, girl..."
"I also want to say it, who should I talk to? Who can talk to me? You can't understand what I say."
"Where's Miss Li?" Yulan suggested carefully.
Mrs. Shi stayed for a moment and murmured: "Let me think about it."
