209 The most bitter thing is the reader

Mrs. Qin asked, "Dao'er is still on duty today or at night?" ”

Qin Huaidao responded: "I asked the emperor for three days off yesterday to concentrate on serving the sick. ”

"In that case, you will go out of the house with Jo'er and buy some things in the house where she lives."

Yu Qiao said: "There is everything in the house, and there is no need to add extra. ”

Mrs. Qin said with a smile: "If you want it, you were in a hurry to prepare yesterday, so you were wronged all night, since you have to stay for a few more days, you must live comfortably and be at ease as a mother." ”

Since the son coaxed Yu Qiao over, the mother naturally had to create opportunities for them to be alone......

Don't look at him like that, but now he is out of luck......

The more Mrs. Qin thought about it, the more she was happy, pressed it hard, and said softly: "When my mother's body is well, I will accompany Qiao'er to walk around." ”

Yu Qiao hurriedly comforted: "My mother is going to give birth, I can go out with Brother Dao, what does my mother need to eat, we just happened to buy it." ”

The two said goodbye to Mrs. Qin and left the house.

When I came out, I realized that there was really no specific destination to go.

Qin Zhong, who was following behind Qin Huaidao, asked, "Is the son riding in a car or on a horse?" ”

Qin Huaidao's eyes flashed, and he ordered, "Ride a horse." ”

Yu Qiao suddenly felt a little weak: "Where are you going?" ”

He curled the corners of his lips: "I'll take you to Guanyin Temple." ”

She was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the ginkgo tree, which he actually remembered. Although she didn't cheer, her smile suddenly bloomed and she said, "Okay." ”

Qin Zhong led the horse, Qin Huaidao turned over and stretched out his hand to Yu Qiao.

Yu Qiao handed her hand, he grabbed her wrist, lifted her lightly, lifted her on horseback, and hugged her in front of him.

He whispered, "Don't mess around anymore." ”

That time, her actions made him feel uneasy, so he had to remind him.

Yu Qiao was full of interest, so he naturally obeyed him, and obediently responded: "I listen to you." ”

As soon as his knees caught the horse's belly, he galloped away.

The black and red daqi contrast each other clearly, waving in the wind.

Although the rain stopped, the wind was blowing on the face, and it was really cold. At this moment, the sky suddenly began to snow, at first scattered and then fluttering all over the sky.

In the twentieth century, she was a southerner, rarely saw snow, and every winter vacation, she would travel to the north just to see the snow.

At this time, the gallop on horseback, facing the snow, just like the scene in the movie, romance has no boundaries.

She stretched out her arms, wanting to embrace the boundless beauty.

When he arrived at the Guanyin Temple in Zhongnan Mountain, he dismounted outside the temple and instructed Qin Zhong: "You are waiting outside the temple." ”

Then, the two walked up the steps. I saw that the mountain gate, the main hall, the bell and drum tower, and the Yunshui Liao are all available, the momentum is magnificent, and the pilgrims are endless.

Entering the temple, there is indeed a ginkgo tree in the temple, it is late autumn, the leaves are all golden, and in the snowflakes flying, the fallen leaves are fluttering one by one.

Yu Qiao stood still under the tree, raised his face, and said: "After more than a thousand years, this tree will be much taller than the Zen Temple, and every time the leaves fall, the ground seems to be covered with a golden carpet, but unfortunately you can't see the beautiful scenery at that time." ”

Qin Huaidao looked at her raised side face, and a smile was on his lips: "Can this tree live for more than a thousand years?" ”

Yu Qiao looked at him and said softly: "Yes, let the time change and the years turn, it is alive and well, and it has become a tourist destination." Compared to these spiritual plants, human beings are like dust. ”

Xu is her calm face, Xu is her gentle tone, let him be stunned for a while, and said softly: "How do you know what will happen after a thousand years?" ”

Yu Qiao smiled playfully: "I guess." ”

He knew that she was used to talking nonsense, but many times, she was serious about her nonsense, and he couldn't bear to refute her. What's more, who knows what it will look like after a thousand years, perhaps, this tree carried down by the emperor can really be thousands of years old?

Yu Qiao raised his face again and watched the snowflakes fly with the fallen leaves.

This ginkgo tree, at this moment, seems not tall enough and not spectacular enough, but I can see its original appearance, and there is always a great happiness in my heart.

Qin Huaidao stood aside, looking at her under the tree, her in the snow, this seemed to be the most beautiful scene in his life so far.

She finally saw enough and said to him, "Let's go to offer incense and pray for my mother." ”

The two walked towards the main hall, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims, most of whom were ladies accompanying young ladies, and few men were dwarfed.

Yu Qiao pursed her lips and smiled: "For generations, women have always pinned many wishes to the gods because they can't control their fate. ”

Qin Huaidao asked, "You don't believe in Buddhism?" ”

She said frankly: "I prefer to believe that believing in Buddhism is only because of believing in goodness, and people who have good intentions and good thoughts naturally have Buddha in their hearts." ”

Fu said: "Sincerity is spiritual, but it is only expressed in some forms." Most of these forms are just to widen one's heart. ”

She always had some unique opinions on many things, and he couldn't hide a smile in his eyes, and said, "Do you know that most of the pilgrims who come here these days are here to ask for something?" Autumn is coming, only once in three years, to ask Guanyin Bodhisattva for blessing, as you said, with this sincerity to be relieved. ”

In this way, she also has to beg for the two brothers in the house.

The people on the futon knelt and got up, got up and knelt again, and these pious bows always make people feel grateful. If there really are gods, they should take care of these sentient beings.

Qin Huaidao said in a low voice: "Since ancient times, scholars have studied hard in the cold window, and they are not fighting for a future with a scientific examination. The children of commoner families have been studying since childhood, and they first took the county examination and passed to become children. ”

Yu Qiao listened carefully.

"Tongsheng will take the hospital examination again, and if he passes, he will be a talent. Every year, Xiucai can participate in the township test, and if he passes, he will be lifted. The number one person in the lifting is called Xie Yuan. The township test is only once every three years, that is, in autumn. ”

"And then?"

"After becoming a lifter, you can take the examination, which is held in the spring of the second year after the township examination, which is also called the spring examination. In this exam, the first was called Huiyuan, and the others were called Gongshi. Finally, the palace examination was conducted, which was conducted by the emperor himself, and was conducted in the main hall of the palace, the first was called the champion, the second was called Bangyan, and the third was called Tanhua. ”

Yu Qiao took a deep breath.

"Therefore, the imperial examination is a long and difficult process, and many scholars may not be able to become a person in their lifetime."

Yu Qiao said: "What about my Brother Qing and Brother Mo?" ”

He said gently: "They are different, they are apprentices of Hongwen Hall, and they can directly participate in the triennial autumn scientific examination. Hongwenguan is a place to recruit literary scholars for the emperor, and only accepts 38 students, all of whom are the children of the emperor's relatives, first-class officials, prime ministers and meritorious heroes, and the age of admission is from 14 to 19 years old. ”

The Legend of Yu Qiao /book/86114/