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For a moment, she regretted it.

Will it be discovered?

Li Jiao's mood was a little heavy.

The Zhike monk of Dafu Temple has received the female dependents of rich and noble families for many years, and he is very relieved to see this: "The little donor doesn't have to be nervous, the teacher is very kind." ”

"Master has seen Mrs. Wumei?"

The monk shook his head with a smile: "The poor monk has no chance to see it, I have heard my uncle mention it." For so many years, Shitai has never seen outsiders, and it is rare for the little donor to see Shitai. ”

Hearing what the guest monk said, Li Jiao's regret suddenly disappeared.

What are you afraid of, it was her grandmother who pushed her out, and only the people who copied the Buddhist scriptures by hand were the people from Loei and Dafu Temple, as long as she bit her to death and didn't say anything, how would that master know that it was an impostor? She has never heard of people picking up a pen on the spot because of her outstanding calligraphy and painting, as long as she survives this moment, no one will be able to surpass her limelight among the nobles in the capital in the future.

Li Jiao thought about this and secretly cheered herself up.

The monk stopped at the door of Shuying Nunnery, and a middle-aged nun took the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures and led Li Jiao into the door.

Li Jiao couldn't hide her curiosity, and the corner of her eyes secretly looked at the surrounding scenery, and she had a lot to talk about in the future, at least the scenery in the hermitage had not been seen by outsiders.

Along the way, Li Jiao had a lot of thoughts, and when she came back to her senses, she had been taken to Wumei Shitai by the nun.

"Is this the girl?" Master Wumei opened his mouth, his voice was cold, and there was no trace of fireworks.

"Uncle Shi, this is the second girl Li who copied this Buddhist scripture." The nun respectfully presented the hand-copied Buddhist scripture to Mrs. Wumei.

Mrs. Wumei stretched out her hand to take it, rubbed the Buddhist scriptures lovingly, and then smiled at Li Jiao: "The little donor came forward." ”

Li Jiao suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly gave Mrs. Wumei a salute.

Master Wumei smiled: "Don't be polite, poor Ni didn't expect that you are so small." ”

She suddenly pointed to the Buddhist scripture in her hand and asked Li Jiao: "This is a handwritten copy by the little donor?" ”

Li Jiao's heart was beating rapidly, and she mustered up the courage to spit out one word: "Yes." ”

Mrs. Wumei looked at her, and there were emotions in her eyes that she couldn't understand.

The room was silent, and Li Jiao even had the illusion that the master in front of her, the former eldest princess, would look at it like this for a long time.

She clenched her fists quietly, her palms drenched in sweat.

"Although it is a book, it is difficult to hide its sparseness and beauty." Master Wumei muttered.

She only knows one person in the world who can do this.

Li Jiao couldn't help but raise her head under such praise, and had the courage to look at Mrs. Wumei's appearance.

Master Wumei's eyebrows and eyes are condensed, her plump posture is outstanding, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes add to the quiet beauty of the years, making people unable to see her age.

When she was too young, she must have been one in a million beauties. Li Jiao couldn't help but sigh.

The dignity of the princess, the elegance is peerless, how could such a person fall into the family?

In such emotion, Li Jiao listened to Master Wumei and asked: "Little donor, will you recite Qinglian Jushi's "Will Enter the Wine"?" ”

"Yes." Li Jiao couldn't help but smile.

Such a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages, but who will not memorize it for anyone who reads?

"Come on." Master Wumei got up.

Li Jiao then entered the inner room.

The indoor snow cave is average, with only one bed and several chairs.

Mrs. Wumei pointed to the table: "Little donor, Poor Ni wants to ask you to write a "Will Enter the Wine" for Poor Ni, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Li Jiao was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Wumei looked at her lightly, and under her plain gaze, there was an undercurrent.

The blood on Li Jiao's face faded cleanly, and her delicate face was whiter than a snow cave.

"I—" She opened her mouth, but there seemed to be cotton in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Master Wumei didn't make a sound to urge, but her eyes were too long, which made Li Jiao deeply realize that it was impossible for her to find a reason to shirk.

The reason why Mrs. Wumei saw her was because she wanted to see her write, not because she suddenly had an interest in letting her write after seeing her!

Under such eyes, Li Jiao stubbornly picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen did not fall for a long time, and finally a drop of ink stained the white paper spread on the table into a cloud of black.

As the ink fell, there was also her cold sweat.

Master Wumei twisted his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly understood.

From the time Li Jiao came in to the present, her calm expression has finally changed.

The snow and ice are pressing.

Li Jiao's hand holding the pen began to tremble, and in the end, her whole body trembled like chaff, and she no longer had the slightest bearing of a scholarly lady.

Master Wumei sighed in disappointment and instructed the nuns standing outside: "Jingxi, take this little benefactor out, and tell the master and nephew of Dafu Temple that they have received the wrong person." ”

"Yes." The middle-aged nun glanced at Li Jiao, who was stunned, and shook his head secretly, "Female donor, let's go." ”

Li Jiao seemed to have lost her soul, and followed the nun out in a daze, and suddenly the voice of Mrs. Wumei came from behind her: "Jingxi, bring the right person to see me." ”

Jing Xi was shocked, and said respectfully: "Yes." ”

The road of Shuying Nunnery soon came to an end, and the monk who was waiting outside to greet him.

Jing Xi frowned: "Senior brother, this is not the female benefactor who wrote that Buddhist scripture, you have received the wrong person." ”

Zhike Monk glanced at Li Jiao with a shocked face, and that glance made her embarrassed, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"This ...... This is really unexpected......" After a while, the monk squeezed out a sentence.

"Senior brother, go back quickly, the senior uncle is still waiting."

"Wait?" Extremely shocked, the monk reacted much slower.

Jing Xi helplessly explained: "Naturally, I am waiting for my junior brother to bring over the female benefactor who really copied the Buddhist scriptures." ”

Uncle Shi has only met an outsider once in so many years, and it turns out that this kind of mistake is really unpleasant.

The monk solemnly assured: "Senior brother, don't worry, this time you will never get the wrong one again." ”

Jing Xi nodded, turned around and entered the nunnery.

Li Jiao's heart seemed to have broken a big hole, whirring and leaking wind, one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if walking in the ice and snow.

On the way back, no one said anything to be relieved, and even the quiet mountain breeze seemed to have stopped.

"Second Miss Li is back—" There was a commotion in the temple.

Touching Li Jiao's strange demeanor, everyone was even more curious, and conveniently went directly to the living room where Mrs. Jiang was, and sent someone to inquire about the news if it was inconvenient.

The monk led Li Jiao into the hall, and the hall was quiet, and then laughter and laughter sounded again.

"Oh, our second girl is back, come here, come here." Mrs. Li shouted with a smile.

The wife next to her interrupted with a smile: "Just your mouth is fast, the second girl should come to the Xiangjun's side, we should be lucky to listen to the second girl talk about the knowledge in the nunnery today." ”

Old Madam Jiang couldn't hide her smile when she heard this, and she didn't notice that something was wrong until the monk came closer.

The monk saluted Mrs. Jiang and recited the Buddha's name: "Old lady, I'm afraid there is something wrong here, and it is not this girl that the master of Shuying Nunnery wants to see." ”

As soon as these words came out, inside and outside the hall, the needle could be heard.