I saw that Master Naming was still holding a few account books in his hand, and he had already walked over quickly, scolding Mingxin sharply.

Seeing He Mian'er present, Master Ming's face softened a little, and she turned around and asked, "Madam is here, why is it coming?" ”

Hearing that He Mian'er made her intentions clear, Master Ming frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, but did not refuse like the master of the nunnery.

He Mian'er saw Master Ming's expression, and knew that this trip had been settled. I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, Master Ming looked at the solemnity of the Fa Xiang too much, and he actually missed the old feelings.

"The owner of the nunnery, Zhizhi has been sick in bed recently, and there is a shortage of manpower for the accounts and expenses in the nunnery, so it is better to keep her for a few days and help take care of it." Venerable Ming said to the nun master too respectfully, after all, there are not many bhikshunis who can read and write.

The master of the nunnery nodded, but he didn't care very much, and he looked like he was in charge of Master Ming.

In this way, He Mian'er and Ah Xiang lived in a nunnery outside the city, and lived on the same kang with Mingxin.

This nunnery covers an area of small size, simple and small, at the sight of the nunnery, it is facing the Daxiong Treasure Hall, two small rooms on the left and right, which enshrine the protector of the Dharma.

Further back, there are several humble meditation rooms that are used to receive guests. The backyard is where the teachers and wives live. Behind the gate of the nunnery, there is a large bamboo forest, and there is a large vegetable field next to the bamboo forest, all of which are planted by the teachers and wives in the nunnery.

Mingxin wanted to guard the door of the nunnery, and the work of decocting medicine for the wise master fell on Ah Xiang. Fortunately, she has always been accustomed to serving others, and she is also handy.

He Mian'er is helping to deal with the accounts in the nunnery, which is not a big place, just register the incense money donated by people every day, and write down some necessary expenses.

This place is more partial, and only the wives and ladies of large and small officials in Beijing will come, and there are occasional villagers nearby who come up to ask for a peace charm, but it is still quite deserted.

In order to avoid trouble, Master Ming specially instructed He Mian'er not to go to the front hall, but only to move in the meditation room and the back mountain.

There seem to be only seven or eight masters in the nunnery, and a few of them are very old, and only the master Ming is the only one in the nunnery.

In the blink of an eye, He Mian'er has been here for two or three days, and in addition to accounting and registering every day, she goes to the back mountain to fetch water and water the vegetable field. In his spare time, he writes Buddhist scriptures by himself, after all, he lives in the nunnery for free, and he can't charge more.

He Mian'er still remembers the condition that Master Riming put forward when she left her down, "My nunnery doesn't raise idlers." Therefore, she did not shirk the affairs of the nunnery, but only planned to save a few more taels of silver, so she went down the mountain.

On this day, He Mian'er watered the vegetable field before the sun rose, so she sat alone under the shade of the tree, opened the galloping picture of ten thousand horses that she hadn't done for a long time and embroidered it.

The back mountain in the nunnery is very clean, only a few birds chirp from time to time, and a gust of wind blows, He Mian'er only feels very comfortable, and can't help but take a nap against the roots of the tree.

It seemed that in a daze, I heard the sound of someone walking rustling, and the embroidery in He Mian'er's hand was also unstable, and in a trance, the sound of walking seemed to be far away.

He Mian'er was half-dazed and half-asleep, when a fresh breeze blew, and he only smelled the smell of ambergris on the man's body, and seemed to hear someone chuckling.

He Mian'er opened his eyes and saw a thin man in a green shirt standing in front of him.

He Mian'er got up in a panic, only to find that the embroidery had already fallen to the ground at some point, and even the threads were tangled, and she was immediately a little in a hurry.

"Madame, don't panic, I'll help you." The man comforted softly, picked up the painting embroidered by He Mian'er, patted the dust on it and said: "Ten thousand horses are galloping, winning in momentum, and Mrs. is a good embroiderer." ”

He Mian'er had already recognized this person as the master who taught Xu Shaodong's homework at the Hongmeng Academy, and it seemed that his surname was Chen.

He immediately replied, "The master smiled, and the rough craftsmanship was just a few scraps of silver to make ends meet." ”

The man sighed softly, as if he was a little surprised, he never thought that when they met before, she was still the aunt of the little prince of the General's Mansion, and when they met again, they became an embroidery girl who embroidered flowers in the backyard of a nunnery to make a living.

He Mian'er guessed what he was thinking, and it was inconvenient to explain. If she can successfully embroider this painting as soon as possible and sell it to the embroidery village, she will have more money.

"No, after this painting is embroidered, the lady will sell it." The man proposed, holding the painting in his hand, as if he couldn't put it down.

He Mian'er only felt ashamed on her face, and unconsciously lowered her head. "No, I have already made an agreement with the boss of the embroidery village in the north of the city, and this painting is to be sold to him."

The man smiled and said with pity: "It seems that I was abrupt, and it is also a pity." At the moment, the embroidery was returned to He Mian'er.

He Mian'er took the embroidery, and there was still the warmth on the man's hand.

"What are the plans, ma'am?" The man asked suddenly.

He Mian'er looked up and glanced at him, his eyes were clear, as if he was sincerely caring about her, not for the sake of watching some jokes. At that moment, his heart was hot, and he said, "Master, it's better not to call me Mrs. again." ”

The man nodded and said, "Please ask the girl's name, otherwise I don't know how to call it." ”

He Mian'er was embarrassed again, and only said: "The master just calls me Miss He." In my heart, I felt that this person was a little abrupt, and where was the practice of asking the name of a woman when we met, it was really prodigal.

At the moment, he was no longer kind, and only said with a straight face: "This is a nunnery, and there are few people in the back mountain." I took my leave first. ”

But I didn't know in my heart that this person had appeared in this nunnery three times or twice, and I didn't know what was going on. Master Ming didn't stop it.

After that, he packed up his embroidery and planned to go back to the meditation room.

The man saw that He Mian'er was a little stunned, and he didn't ask any more questions at the moment.

When He Mian'er walked for a long time and looked back, the man was still parked in the distance, the huge back mountain, which looked a little lonely. I don't know why, my mind moved, this person is quite similar to me, the vast sea of people, but standing alone.

At that moment, I returned to the meditation room with the embroidery, and made up my mind that if I didn't know the origin of this person, I would go to other teachers to inquire.

But after thinking about it, if I asked Mrs. Shi, I was afraid that I would be regarded as having ulterior motives, and I could only give up at the moment.

The embroidery in her hand was almost finished, and she didn't stop at the moment, taking advantage of the fact that it was still early, her subordinates didn't stop.

is embroidering paintings in the house, only to hear the sound of walking in the yard, listening to the sound, it seems to be Master Ming.

Sure enough, Master Ming stepped forward with a happy face and said, "Mian'er, there is a benefactor in the meditation room outside who wants to see you." ”

He Mian'er stopped and asked, "Isn't it my cousin?" If it was him, the troublesome teacher would refuse for me, and said that I didn't want to see him for the time being. ”