In the cloisonné bronze mirror, the tassel shines on his hibiscus-like beauty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info cut water eyes, smudged cheeks, slender posture, first-class good looks, do not lose to any of them.

The golden hairpin is shaking, the skirt is brocade, the beads are surrounded by jade, and the servants are surrounded. After seeing more, I felt that it should be her life, not like now, which is to be attentive to people and add tea, and to pile up three points of laughter.

The tassel bit her lower lip tightly, looking at the faint embroidery on the hem of the goose-yellow palace dress on her body in a daze, revealing an unwilling expression.

Her cheeks were burned red with jealousy, and it was not until she tasted a hint of sweet saltiness in her mouth that she suddenly realized that she had bitten her lip. And his nails are slender and slender, and he has unconsciously pierced his palms deeply.

Raising his eyes and looking back, through the long rain and mist, looking at the big ship where Su Duhan was in the hazy night, everything was like a dream, always seemed to be hidden.

Closing his eyes, the tassel stroked his hair bun, which had once been matched with the tourmaline flower that Su Duhan had given him, and it seemed that there was still residual warmth from his fingertips. Because of the long journey, the tassel was afraid of being seen, so he did not bring it out in the palace, but at this moment, he missed the rosary flower on the crow sideburns, the coolness of the water.

Tassel could hear his own heavy breathing, and there was a sound of his heartbeat. At that moment, the life scene that Murong Wei had described to her was displayed in front of her again. At first listen, she thought it was just an unattainable dream, but now she wants this dream to be no longer a dream, but to beckon to her in a real way.

In the spring, you can pick lotus flowers, you can enjoy chrysanthemums in autumn, and you can pick the snow water of plum hearts in winter. Sitting in the carriage returning to the palace from the Xia Mansion, Murong Wei had talked to her so shyly and vaguely, and had left her in the Anwang Mansion, probably the same idea.

The princess is dignified and noble, how can she be soft and intimate, maybe she will soon be able to replace the princess's red-sleeved Tianxiang. The tassel flashed in front of Su Duhan's warm and affectionate smile, and he became more and more longing.

Yes, she should be the one who sits and enjoys all this, not the slave who needs to stand behind Murong Wei and look at her with high eyebrows and low eyes.

The swaying lights, accompanied by the different thoughts of everyone on the boat, safely anchored in the lower reaches of the Qinhuai River, listened to the distant sheng song and drunkenness, and gradually fell asleep.

It's early spring, the ice has already melted, and the waterways are clear. Just taking into account Chu Zhaohui's body, the speed of the boat is not fast.

On the evening of 17 February, it was the time of the lantern again, and more than half of the journey on the road was able to enter the boundary of Zhenjiang, and the ship slowly slowed down and anchored in a remote and quiet harbor.

A few days ago, the ship stopped at the wharf of the official mansion, no matter morning or evening, there were always the female dependents of the local magistrate waiting to deliver the prayer post and send the ceremony, which made Chu Zhaohui very annoyed, and only said that the tablet of the general on the ship was inconvenient, and it was not seen.

Everyone was also annoyed, so they agreed with Xia Yuzhi not to dock at the official wharf, but to choose a secluded place to dock the boat, so that there would be a lot less unnecessary trouble.

Chu Zhaohui believes in Buddhism, counts the days, and naturally remembers that the day after tomorrow is the Christmas of Guanyin Bodhisattva. In the evening, after having dinner on the boat of Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin, he called Xia Yuzhi and Su Duhan and asked, "The day after tomorrow is February 19th, I don't know if there is a temple near here?" ”

Xia Yuzhi once walked through Zhenjiang with his grandfather, thought about it, and said, "Zhenjiang is naturally famous for Jinshan Temple, the temple is magnificent, and the incense is also very prosperous, but now it is far away." If Madame wants to go, tomorrow we will take a waterway, and then we will change to a horse-drawn carriage, and it will be similar for two days back and forth. ”

Hearing her brother mention Jinshan Temple, Xia Lanxin chuckled: "I heard this play the day before yesterday, and I know that there is a white lady who is flooding Jinshan, is this Jinshan Temple talking about?"

This way, the three girls laughed and laughed, making Chu Zhaohui happy from time to time, and the scenery along the way was infinite, Chu Zhaohui's sad heart decreased slightly, and he also saw a smile on his face.

Chu Zhaohui sat cross-legged on the couch, listened to Xia Lanxin's interesting words, pointed his finger at her forehead, and said with a smile: "It's just that Lanxin knows a lot, and she also knows that the White Lady is flooded with Jinshan, and she is talking about Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang." ”

There is a Buddha in the heart, and everywhere is the holy realm of Putuo.

Since Chu Zhaohui is sincere to worship the Buddha, he doesn't have to go to a big temple. Hearing Xia Yuzhi say that it would take two days to go back and forth, that is, suffering from bumps in the carriage and delaying the trip, he felt bored, and asked instead: "How long will it take to change the carriage?"

Xia Yuzhi silently calculated the distance and replied: "It's about twenty or thirty miles away." ”

Not to mention the fatigue of the carriages and horses, they also want to mobilize the people and alarm the local officials. Chu Zhaohui thought about it for a while, then rested his heart to go to Jinshan Temple, and said to Xia Yuzhi: "The distance is farther, Jinshan Temple is a famous temple, and there will be many pilgrims in the future." We are sincere, and it is also a tribute to the Bodhisattva to find a clean temple nearby, and tomorrow the boat will stop here for a day, and you and Twilight will go ashore to see. ”

The three girls heard Chu Zhaohui say that they wanted to worship the Buddha, and they applauded in unison. The boat traveled for a few days, except for the water and the water, the freshness that had just begun to come out had passed, and the journey was a little boring. Most of the temples are built on the mountain, for them, it is not so much to worship the Buddha, but to go out to the green, while climbing the mountain to see the scenery, that is, it seems pious and evacuates the muscles and bones, it is really a good choice.

Xia Yuzhi and Su Duhan received the order, and the two agreed in unison, and came out to order people to spread the word everywhere, and they would rest here for a day tomorrow, just to ask the procurement offices from all over the city to replenish the items.

About to go around the neighborhood early the next morning, Xia Yuzhi instructed the guards to go ashore to find a guide, and tomorrow they led to find the incense nearby, and the arrangements were made, and then they returned to their respective ships.

On Murong Wei's official ship, Fang Cai's conversation was still unfinished. Wen Wan laughed at Chu Zhaohui, and affectionately held her hand and smiled: "The play that the county lord said, my daughter has never heard of it, I only know that there is a famous Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang, but I don't know the story of the White Lady, so my mother told us a few to listen?"

Wen Wan is very knowledgeable, and she has dabbled in all kinds of miscellaneous books, how can a folk legend not know? Chu Zhaohui knew her intentions, but she was also comforted in her heart, and Mingzhu had already served tea to moisten her throat, she drank half a cup of tea, put down the cup, and really told the story to the three of them.

Hearing that Fahai hit the mandarin duck with a stick, Xia Lanxin slapped the teacup hard, and said hatefully: "The water is full of Jinshan Temple, it was originally a disaster caused by Fahai, but you can't blame the white lady for being powerful." ”

Chu Zhaohui smiled pityingly: "That's not the case, Buddhism pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, and the white lady may not have the opportunity to be so tormented." What's more, the white lady flooded the golden mountain and injured many living beings, so she was imprisoned in the Lei Feng Pagoda in the future. ”

If it weren't for the early death of her husband, her karma would be happy. Looking at the three cardamom girls, Chu Zhaohui patiently taught: "You must remember that everything is about fate, and you must not force it because of a momentary obsession. (To be continued.) )