In the middle of the night, there were few pedestrians in the town, and only one or two drunks had been encountered on the road. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although the nunnery is old, the everlasting lamp is always on, and a thin light shines through the high sill window.

Along the root of the mud wall, there is a fence wall about one person high, and you can see the neat vegetable garden inside, which I think was planted by nuns to supplement the food.

This kind of fence door is not against thieves, Ling Xiang is very clear, quietly opened and hid in, with the faint light, you can see the clothes drying on the bamboo poles in the yard.

It is inconvenient for a lone woman to go on the road, but an ascetic is different.

Ling Xiang's heart moved, he took off a set of monk's robes in the past, quickly changed them, wrapped his hair into the monk's hat, left the satin coat, embroidered shoes and a piece of broken silver that he was originally wearing, stepped on the shoes, smeared the potion that caused the sallow complexion on his face, drew some wrinkles, made dark shadows on his temples and other parts, and even wiped some on his hands, and then walked out of the small courtyard of the nunnery with the package.

When Starry Night left Qianlong Town and arrived at the adjacent Baihe Township, the sky began to see white.

The early risers of the peasant village women had begun to get busy, and when they saw her, they were just nodding or nodding their heads from afar, so Ling Xiang took a picture by the stream, and found that although they were in a hurry, there was no big flaw in their dress, so they asked where the market was, and searched all the way.

The village market is not every day, and there are only three or two shops in the area, but there is a post.

Ling Xiang indicated that he would take a car to Hangzhou to participate in the water and land conference.

The driver was not very enthusiastic, but seeing that it was a monk, he was not very lazy, but only drooped his eyes and asked: "I don't know how much the master can pay?" ”

Ling Xiang took out a piece of silver that was enough to charter a car and said, "The poor nun is entrusted by the old lady of the Yan family to go to the Big Buddha Temple to enter meditation, and the donor sees that this silver is enough?"

The coachman took it happily, the people in the countryside are simple, but they will not maliciously rip off customers, and he said with a smile: "The silver given by Mrs. Shi is enough for me to run alone, it is still early in Chenguang, do you want to retreat or?"

The person's bearing can't be concealed, and Ling Makeup is also generous, and the coachman thinks she won't care about the few silvers.

Sure enough, with her approval, the coachman was happy that this trip was easy, and asked her to get in the car and sit down and go on the road easily.

These drivers are familiar with the path, and it is a prosperous place in Zhejiang, with good public security, although the road is bumpy, it is smooth.

Ling Xiang rarely got out of the car, and the coachman on the road was busy hurrying and feeding the horses, even if he had crossed paths with the shopkeepers of the roadside wild shops, it was just a general remark, and he did not hear any news from the imperial court.

In such a hurry, it took a day before I arrived in Hangzhou.

Ling Xiang didn't have a precept on her body, of course she didn't dare to really go to the temple nunnery, and when she saw the carriage rushing up the official road at sunset, she slowly turned into the tree-lined path on the side, around the red wall of the Big Buddha Temple, she was thinking about finding an inn to stay for a night, and inquired about the situation by the way.

The dilapidated carriage sat in her bones and ached, because she grew up in Hangzhou City, this kind of big temple is a place where female dependents often come, rubbing her waist and walking for a while, she gradually felt a little more comfortable, remembering that this place is not far from the old house of Qinghefang by the West Lake, it is inevitable that she will go back to explore, and unconsciously go towards the former residence.

Walking through the streets of my childhood, I found that people had grown up, as if the streets and alleys were much smaller back then, Ling Makeup walked slowly with his head down, his ears were full of familiar Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Wu dialects, and his heart was inevitably soft, and when he came back to his senses, he had walked to the blue-black gate.

The door wall of the old mansion was not renovated after Lingdongcheng was crowned the Duke of the Kingdom, but a huge gold-lettered plaque on the lintel was hung on the lintel, and the word "Ling Mansion" was written on the dragon, flying and phoenix dancing.

These two words were finally obtained by his father at a great price, and Ling Xiang's eyes seemed to float in front of the door at that time, and the scene of firecrackers blowing up the ground was popular.

When she got here, she should have entered, but she was afraid that too many people would know her whereabouts, and when she thought that her parents and brothers were not here, why was she nostalgic, so she was about to leave.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of "swish" running in unison from in front of me, passers-by avoided one after another, and Ling Makeup was also busy standing aside.

In the blink of an eye, I saw the soldiers wearing the one-colored waist knife running from the neighborhood in two teams, standing on two sides in front of the Ling family's old house, and the two leading officers commanded a small soldier to step forward and knock on the door.

When the neighbors saw this battle, some of them were afraid of causing trouble and avoided it, and some of them found that the soldiers were not too out of line, and the soldiers who knocked on the door were also considered to be in order, so they began to probe their brains curiously.

The people in the old mansion were reminded by Ling Makeup, and just woke up from a dream, and a slightly older steward ordered in a deep voice: "Go and inform Steward Zhou, Niu Er will go to the account room to withdraw twenty taels of silver, and I will go over to take a look first, and you will go back and send the silver over." ”

As he spoke, the steward lifted his robe and hurried out into the street.

Ling makeup also walked silently.

Longchengwei, who didn't want to be in front, went out of Qinghefang, and was about to push Mei Xiang into a Wupeng carriage, and there were many horses led by the soldiers of the political secretary and the yamen.

The steward who came over was really anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop in front of the horse at the head of the stall: "Master Jun, where are you going to take Mrs. Zhou?"

Long Chengwei glanced at him lightly, but he was not fierce, and replied in a casual voice: "We are serving the holy decree, how can you ask." ”

In addition, the military attache of the city came up to push the steward away in order to pat himself on the back.

Although the steward said that he was working in Guogong's hometown, he had never seen the world, how dare he talk more, stunned aside, and clearly didn't know what to do.

Ling Xiang looked at it coldly from a distance, this posture, no need to ask, and knew that it was to take people to the capital.

What is Rong Chenning going to do? If you talk about her affection for herself, even Pindi is not far from Mei Xiang, not to mention that Mei Xiang has been away for a while, and the recent situation is not very good, why is there any need to mention her to the capital?

In the eyes of the superiors, if Mei Xiang is such an existence, no matter what she does with it, I am afraid that her life will be lost, Ling Xiang really doesn't want to see anyone lose her life for her, thinking about it again and again, the horse team has been reorganized, and the magistrate is about to leave.

Going to the capital is also a lot of inconvenience even if she is a nun, not to mention what can she do in the people? She wants to see what Rong Chenning wants to do.

After announcing the Buddha's name, Ling Xiang stepped forward.

The two stall heads looked coldly at a delicate old nun who came to make trouble again, and the auxiliary officer in the second place scolded sharply: "Well, the monks are on leave to hinder the master's errands." ”

Ling Xiang raised his voice and said indifferently: "Haven't you ever heard of Xia Yin Villa?" (To be continued.) )