Chapter Eighty-Five: Babble
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The tall figure swayed in the lights, a pair of starry eyes were bottomless, obviously he was standing in front of him, but the figure in his eyes was far away and could not be touched.
For a moment, Gao Linhua wondered if Liu Ziheng was looking at someone through herself?
It's just that Gao Linhua reacted quickly, no matter how curious she was, she couldn't ask.
"Master Hou, I can't control who the eldest uncle prefers, but I know that for the sake of fame, he doesn't dare to go too far."
At this time, no matter whether the eldest uncle continued to follow the third prince or not, he would not allow himself to lose the support of the family, so he must maintain his reputation and not spread gossip.
"It's still too easy to think." Liu Ziheng sighed leisurely.
Gao Linhua's face was slightly red, but she didn't want to continue the topic, "Master Hou, has my letter been delivered to my father?" ā
"Don't worry, your father won't be so prone to accidents."
I don't know why, after listening to Liu Ziheng's words, Gao Linhua, who had been unstable, suddenly felt a lot more relieved.
Even Liu Ziheng said that it would be fine, and his father should be fine, right?
"Yes." Gao Linhua nodded again and again, and then the scene suddenly became cold, quiet and scary.
Gao Linhua looked at Liu Ziheng with hindsight, this is her boudoir, how can he enter again and again?
Even, this is my uncle's house! If it gets out, will she die? Give a dog a bad name and hang him! Throw plenty of dirt and some will be sure to stick!
"Can you please Master Hou, don't come here next time, ...... Hou If there is something wrong with Master Hou, you can let people pass it on......"
Gao Linhua stumbled, but after speaking, Gao Linhua already regretted it.
How could she say such a thing? An Yuanhou helped her so much, how could she say that?
Before, if his heart was a little ruthless, because of Zhang Er's matter, she would have been locked up in a cell.
Father's matter was urgent, and she also asked Marquis An Yuan to send the letter over eight hundred miles in an emergency, and now she said such a thing, it was really a little cold-hearted.
"I ...... I didn't mean that, if Master Hou wants to come in the future, ...... It's okay too......"
Listening to Gao Linhua's intermittent words, Liu Ziheng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and then flashed away......
Gao Linhua looked at the empty room stupidly, a little lost.
Mama Qin and some of the girls outside heard the laughter and wanted to come in, but were stopped by Mama Lu, "Let Miss stay alone for a while, right?" ā
When Mama Qin heard this, she looked at Mama Lu for a long time before she said, "If there is anything wrong with Miss, I won't let you go." ā
Early the next morning, Gao Linhua got up and cleaned up, looking at several baskets of incense, candles, paper money, and sacrificial wine and tribute, Gao Linhua was sad, she didn't even remember the appearance of her mother Fan.
She thought, her mother would be sad if she found out underground, right?
Because they were going to the temple outside the city, they went out very early, but Gao Linhua knew that it was also because the Cai family didn't want to meet with the Gao family.
"Your uncle installed an immortal tablet for your mother in the Great Xiang Temple, and every year when your mother dies, he will come to see her in person."
"Today, I will not accompany you to see your mother mainly to worship some ancestors of the Fan family, and let Qingcao lead you over when the time comes."
Gao Linhua nodded, very grateful, she couldn't imagine that her father didn't do it, but her uncle did it.
She thought, her mother would rather stay in the temple than stay with the Gao family, right?
As for the reason why her aunt didn't accompany her, Gao Linhua also understood that today is Qingming and a day to worship ancestors.
In addition to their own ancestral hall, the Fan family also set up all the immortal tablets in the Daxiang Temple, so they specially came to the temple to worship, and then added some sesame oil money.
The group was welcomed in by the host of Daxiang Temple, and seeing the host's red face and shining eyes, Gao Linhua knew that the money that his aunt threw into the temple every year must be a lot.
The host saw that there was an extra girl next to Cai's side, and couldn't help asking, "Madam, this young lady next to you is eye-catching, I don't know what it is?" ā
"It's my sister-in-law's daughter, my sister-in-law died early, and my husband's family specially set up an immortal card in your temple, and today I brought my niece over to worship her mother."
Cai's said so clearly, if the host didn't know who Gao Linhua was, it would be impossible to be the host of Daxiang Temple.
He stretched out his hand and beckoned a little novice over, "Lead this young lady to the Hall of Death." ā
He said to Gao Linhua again, "Miss Gao, your mother's tablet is placed in the Hall of the Dead, please go with this little master!" ā
Gao Linhua nodded, said goodbye to Cai's, and followed the little novice, she knew that the host still had a lot to talk about with Cai's, especially about sesame oil money......
Although Daxiang Temple is not the most popular temple around Jingshi, there are many people, and there are many people who come and go to worship devoutly, and in a short distance, Gao Linhua has seen a lot of such people.
"Little master, are those people worshipping the Buddha step by step?" Gao Linhua rarely comes to the temple, and when she saw such a scene, she asked very strangely.
Xiao Shami glanced at Gao Linhua quickly, and then said in a low voice, "Most of them have accidents at home and come to ask God to worship Buddha, but where is the Buddha omnipotent?" ā
Gao Linhua heard a trace of disdain from his voice, and couldn't help but laugh at the disdain of the Buddha, others didn't believe it, but the monks in the temple, how could they not believe it?
"Yes, it's good to have a Buddha in your heart." For Gao Linhua, who has relived a lifetime, he believes in the Buddha more.
Fan's tablet was placed in the most conspicuous place in the Hall of the Dead, and Gao Linhua saw it as soon as he walked in.
It was a separate offering table, with only Fan's tablet, which seemed a little lonely, with large candlesticks on both sides, and a small brass incense burner in the middle, in which several incense sticks burned quietly, and two plates of fruit were placed.
The corners of Gao Linhua's eyes were a little moist, Cai's must have given a lot of money, otherwise where would her mother's tablet be treated so well.
She swept through the other places, and there were many tablets crowded on one offering table, and one incense burner was already good, and in front of many tablets, there was not even an incense burner.
The little novice took a brand-new futon to Gao Linhua, and then stood silently to the side.
Gao Linhua first replaced the melons and fruits and other sacrifices he brought, then took the incense, lit it on the candle flame, and then knelt down with the incense in both hands, knelt down three times very reverently, and then inserted the incense in the incense burner.
Mama Qin handed over the prepared paper money ingots, her face was full of tears, and Xiao Shami immediately sent the charcoal basin.
Gao Linhua burned one ingot, one ingot, and wept silently...... If my mother is still here, how good would it be?
"Gao Linhua? Why are you here? ā