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Qiao Zhao took the high-grade pure smoke and ink selected yesterday and went to Dafu Temple in the green curtain carriage of Xifu.

The one who led her to Shuying Nunnery was still Xiao Shami Xuanjing.

These days, Xuanjing has lost another tooth, and as long as he speaks, two black holes will be exposed, which is cute and funny to look at.

For this reason, Xuan Jing was teased by the senior brothers, and when he saw Binglu, he was even more like a great enemy, so he saluted Qiao Zhao and walked in front to lead the way without saying a word.

Binglu didn't let him go, took out a few pieces of crystal clear winter melon candy with white frost flowers from his purse, and said with a smile: "Little master, do you want to eat winter melon candy?" ”

Xuanjing glanced at the winter melon candy and shook his head into a rattle.

Don't eat, don't eat, resolutely don't eat, last time I ate my teeth because of sugar.

"You really don't want to eat it? This candy is delicious, sweet and soft, and I bought it from a 100-year-old dim sum shop. ”

A century-old brand? Isn't that even older than the presiding master? What does the winter melon candy sold by the century-old dim sum shop taste like?

Xiao Shami's eyes chased the winter melon candy in Binglu's hand, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Binglu looked straight at it and smiled, wrapped the winter melon candy in a handkerchief and stuffed it into Xuan Jing's hand, and pinched his little face: "Eat it, you haven't eaten candy recently, didn't you lose another tooth?" ”

The little novice clung to the winter melon candy, and his little face turned red.

The female donor is the most annoying!

Watching Xiao Shami walk quickly in front of him with short legs, Ice Green giggled.

When they arrived in front of Shuying Nunnery, Binglu was left outside, and Qiao Zhao followed the nun Jingxi inside.

"The third girl came early today." Jing Xi smiled kindly.

This Li San girl has come several times, and every time she comes, Uncle Shi seems to be a little happier than usual.

"I saw that the sky was a little cloudy, and I was afraid that it would rain on the road, so I arrived early."

"Look, it's going to rain." Jing Xi glanced at the sky, quickened her pace, and led Qiao Zhao in.

"Here we are." Mrs. Wumei put down the dust and spoke lightly.

Qiao Zhao presented the clean smoke ink: "Yesterday I went shopping and bought a side of ink and brought it to you to use." ”

She said naturally and openly, just like many sensible and caring juniors in ordinary people's families who encounter objects that meet the hearts of their elders outside, and buy them to make the elders happy.

Mrs. Wumei was very useful, took it and glanced at it, showing a faint smile: "Yes, let's use this ink to copy the scriptures today." ”

"Okay."

Qiao Zhao burned incense with his hands, paved the paper with a light car, studied ink and picked up a pen, and began to copy the scriptures.

She sat straight and upright, and time passed slowly in the clouds and water under the pen, but gradually began to be distracted.

Although Shao Mingyuan said that his brother was fine, his eldest brother was not a weak scholar, so where did he faint?

Is it the sequelae of burns, or is it because I was too sad to see her buried?

No matter which possibility it was, it made Qiao Zhao feel distressed, and a drop of ink fell on the rice paper without paying attention, and it instantly blurred.

She picked up her pen and came back to her senses, staring at the blurred ink for a moment.

Behind him, Mrs. Wumei suddenly opened her mouth: "Do you have something on your mind today?" If the mind is not still, do not copy the scriptures. ”

Qiao Zhao put down his pen, turned around, and said apologetically: "What Mrs. Shi said is true." ”

Master Wumei looked at Qiao Zhao for a moment and asked her, "Is there any trouble you encountered?" ”

Qiao Zhao's heart warmed slightly.

As Mrs. Wumei, it is rare to ask her like this.

Mrs. Wumei wore a gray monk's robe today, which was obviously extremely light, but it gave her a kind of brightness that had been precipitated over the years, and such brightness, against the backdrop of the dull monk's robe, made people regret for no reason.

Qiao Zhao suddenly thought, back then, what kind of mood did Mrs. Wumei go through before she became a monk?

Somehow, Qiao Zhao had the desire to talk.

"Mrs. Shi, if there is a person who you really want to see and care about him, but you don't have any reason to get close because of your identity, then what should you do?"

If it hadn't been for her brother's fainting yesterday, she would have almost been sure that she would have seen him in that tea house, but something had gone wrong.

This is the plan in the people, the success of the heavens, so she approached the cousins of the Kou family step by step through the Fushan Society, so as to find an opportunity to meet her brother, will there be any more accidents?

She really wanted to see her brother so much that she even wanted to run to Shangshu Mansion and tell her brother that she was Qiao Zhao and his sister Qiao Zhao.

But in the end, she can't, she is Li Zhao now, if she acts rashly, others will definitely think that she is crazy, and it is impossible for her brother, who has read the books of sages, to believe such a bizarre thing.

Unless-

Qiao Zhao suddenly thought of a possibility: unless, in the long-term contact with his brother, the brother gradually discovered that she was so similar to his deceased sister, so he took the initiative to have such thoughts.

But the question came back to her, what reason did she have to see her brother from time to time?

For the first time, Miss Qiao felt dazed.

Wumei Shitai opened his mouth: "Either forget him, or ...... Forget who you are and why you are, and act with your heart. ”

By heart?

Mrs. Wumei's words were like a slap in the face, dispelling Qiao Zhao's heart in a daze.

yes, what is she afraid of? Shake what? Heaven gave her life again, giving her a chance, not a shackle.

One failure, and a second, a third.

As long as my brother is here, as long as she is there, there will always be a day when she will achieve what she wants.

"Thank you, Mrs., I understand."

"It's good to understand." Master Wumei smiled faintly and looked out the window.

If you forget your identity and reasons and act with your heart, you may fail.

It's just that in the future, don't mention it to this kid. She had failed and hoped that the child would succeed.

"Uncle Shi, the ninth princess is here." Jing Xi came in to report.

"Really?" Master Wumei glanced at Qiao Zhao and said lightly, "Let her come in." ”

A moment later, Princess Zhenzhen, who was waiting outside the door of the Shuying Temple, was invited in.

"Mrs. Shi, I really miss you, can I read the scriptures to you today?"

When Princess Zhenzhen came in, she saw that Qiao Zhao was beside Mrs. Wumei, and she was secretly unhappy in her heart, but she had a sweet smile on her face.

Since this girl came to accompany the teacher to copy the Buddhist scriptures, the number of times the teacher saw her was less, which is really annoying!

"Read it." Mrs. Wumei nodded and sat cross-legged.

Seeing that Mrs. Wumei did not refuse, Princess Zhenzhen smiled, knelt on the futon and read the scriptures.

Her voice is sweet and her words are clear, and it is undoubtedly a pleasure to listen to it with her eyes closed.

Before I finished reading a volume of scriptures, I saw that Master Wumei was breathing evenly, her face was calm, and she was already settled.

Seeing this, Princess Zhenzhen put down the scriptures and cautiously exited the meditation room.

Qiao Zhao also retreated.

Princess Zhenzhen stood outside and waited, and when she saw Qiao Zhao coming out, she said, "You come with this palace." ”

Under the Bodhi tree, the two stood still, and Qiao Zhao asked calmly: "I don't know what His Highness is looking for a courtier?" ”