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Only seven days have passed since the Buddha's birthday, and the temple fair in front of Dafu Temple has not yet ended, and there are people there who are full of people and are particularly lively.

When Qiao Zhao arrived, there were already a monk waiting there, and the master and servant were sent to the remote side door, and a small novice led them to Shuying Nunnery.

The little novice is only six or seven years old, with a pair of big black and white eyes that are very lively.

"Female donor, are you going to see Mrs. Wumei?"

"Yes." Qiao Zhao lowered his head and smiled back at him.

Xiao Shami's eyes lit up, his voice was soft and glutinous, and he shook his head and said, "The female benefactor is really amazing. ”

Binglu covered her mouth and smiled: "Little monk, tell me, where is our girl so powerful?" ”

Xiao Shami's face turned red, puffed out his cheeks and said, "It's amazing, the master and little monk of Shuying Nunnery have never seen it." ”

Binglu was amused and laughed: "How old are you, there are many things you haven't seen." I ask you, have you ever seen a chicken leg? Have you ever seen a pig's trotter? ”

Little Shami was about to cry angrily, and said loudly: "I have seen chickens and pigs!" ”

Once he followed his brother down the mountain, and he also saw a duckling!

"What's so strange about this, Mrs. Shi is much more difficult to see than these-" Xiao Shami suddenly stopped talking and shouted with a red face, "Uncle Jingxi." ”

The nun Jingxi reached out and touched the little novice's smooth head, and clasped her hands together at Qiao Zhao: "The little donor is here, and the master is waiting for you in the quiet room." ”

She glanced at Binglu calmly and reminded: "It's just that the teacher is too quiet, and the others had better stay outside." ”

Qiao Zhao returned the salute and instructed Binglu: "You just wait for me outside, if you feel bored, you can go to the temple fair." ”

Ice green eyes lit up: "Girl, can you really go to the temple fair?" ”

"Naturally it's true, isn't the money bag on you? Just be on the safe side. Qiao Zhao gently admonished.

"Whoa." Ice Green rejoiced.

Jing Xi showed a faint smile.

This Li San girl is kind to her subordinates, it can be seen that she is spiritual, and it is no wonder that she is seen by her uncle.

Qiao Zhao followed Jing Xi to the quiet room where he wrote "Will Enter the Wine" last time, and saw Master Wumei sitting cross-legged on the meditation chair, and only opened his eyes when he heard the movement.

"I've seen Mrs. Shi."

Wumei Shitai nodded at Jing Xi, and Jing Xi quietly retreated.

"Here we are." Mrs. Wumei only spoke.

Her eyes fell on the lilacs wrapped between Qiao Zhao's buns, and suddenly asked, "Do you like cloves?" ”

Qiao Zhao looked at Mrs. Wumei.

Master Wumei's eyes were faint, and his tone was also light: "Lilacs are full of sorrow, and the little girl's family likes this flower, which is not a happy thing." ”

When she was young, she also liked cloves.

Upstairs, the dusk desires to rest, and the jade ladder crosses the hook in the middle of the moon. The plantain does not show the clove knot, and they are worried about the spring breeze.

She wandered and turned countless times before going downstairs, but she never waited for the person she wanted to see. In the end, it is just the company of the ancient Buddha of the green lantern.

Master Wumei looked at Qiao Zhao.

The little girl in front of her is as talented as when she was young, confident and proud, but her situation is far inferior to that of her before.

Standing in front of Mrs. Wumei, Qiao Zhao didn't have the pressure of the mountains of others, and replied with a smile: "I don't like it or not, the maid picked it, I saw it fresh, and I wore it." ”

Seeing that Master Wumei was silent, she continued: "Lilacs are sad, Hanmei is arrogant, in my opinion, they are just the meaning that people give them, but they don't mean anything. ”

Just like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the world uses this as a standard to measure talents, but my grandfather said: Pleasant feelings nourish the ears.

Therefore, she never considered herself a talented woman.

Master Wumei was quite surprised by Qiao Zhao's words, looked at her for a long time, and said softly: "The little donor's opinion is similar to that of an old man I once knew. ”

It's about his grandfather, and Qiao Zhao couldn't answer for a while.

"If he had seen the little benefactor before, he would have liked it." Seeing that Qiao Zhao was silent, Master Wumei lost his interest in talking about this topic, and took out a copy of the "Myoho-renge-kyo" for her to copy.

Qiao Zhao sat upright at the table, picked up the pen and copied the scriptures slowly, and after half a day, he did not make a mistake in a word, and his sitting posture did not change.

Master Wumei gradually saw God.

At this time, Jing Xi came in and asked, "Uncle Shi, the ninth princess is here." ”

Master Wumei didn't raise her eyelids, and said lightly: "Let her go back." ”

Jing Xi hesitated for a moment and respectfully withdrew.

Princess Zhenzhen was waiting at the gate of the nunnery, and when she heard Jingxi's words, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Mrs. Shi doesn't see me?" Master Jingxi, what is Mrs. Shi doing at this time? ”

Today is not a special day, why did Mrs. Shi not see her?

The monks did not lie, and Jing Xi hesitated for a moment and said, "Mrs. Shi is meeting guests." ”

"Since Mrs. Shi is seeing guests, then I'll come back another day."

Princess Zhenzhen walked back with the palace maid, it is impossible to say how disappointed she is, she is actually more interested in the temple fair in front of her than accompanying the master and Buddha, but she is slightly strange in her heart.

Shi is too common, but there are only three or two people, which one are you seeing now?

Walking to the side gate of Dafu Temple, Princess Zhenzhen ordered the palace maid to inquire about the little novice who was playing in front of the door.

"Little Master Xuanjing, do you know who went to Shuying Nunnery?" Gong Wan asked

"You know, it's two female donors."

"What kind of female donor, can you describe it?"

Xuan Jing twisted his fingers and was a little embarrassed: "The little monk doesn't know how to describe it." ”

The palace maid was quite funny.

This little novice grew up in Dafu Temple since he was a child, and I am afraid that he can't even distinguish between beauty and ugliness.

She raised her hand and asked, "Taller or shorter than me?" Is it fat or thin? Is it older or younger? ”

Xuanjing's eyes were shining, and he said quickly: "Shorter than you, thinner than you, younger than you." ”

Xiao Shami drew inferences and added: "More beautiful than you." ”

The palace maid's pretty face turned black.

What nonsense is this little monk talking about!

The palace maid returned to Princess Zhenzhen with a cold face, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, it is two young women who go to Shuying Nunnery. ”

"Young woman?" When Princess Zhenzhen heard this, she suddenly lost her mind, and sneered, "Then the palace wants to see who it is." ”

Princess Zhenzhen stood under a tree not far away and waited, and after a while, she saw a little maid in a pink bikini coming over humming a little song.

The little maid walked up and down, her heart full of joy seemed to overflow, and her hands were occupied by all kinds of food.

As soon as Binglu saw Xuanjing, he smiled: "Little Master, come, I brought you something delicious." ”

Xuan Jing ran over, swallowing saliva and shaking his head: "You can't ask for it." ”

"Yes, it's delicious." Binglu couldn't help but say, and stuffed a string of sugar gourds into the little novice's hand.

Xiao Shami blinked, opened his mouth and carefully bit down half of the sugar gourd, the sweet and sour taste made Xiao Shami smile and squint instantly, but suddenly a face wrinkled, and he opened his mouth and spit out a white tooth.

Xiao Shami was stunned, and cried: "Just say you can't ask for it." ”

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