Jiang Yao said quietly, "I only know the suffering in the world, how can it be warm, I only know that the heart is piercing, and how can I have the same heart, the love in this world is just delusion......"

Lin Zichen's heart was clenched so tightly that he couldn't breathe, it turned out that Yao'er had already experienced the piercing heart of love, and that person was definitely not him!

He didn't know whether he was glad that Jiang Yao's friendship was not him, or whether he was sad that Jiang Yao's friendship was someone else, and his heart was empty, if a strong wind came at this time, it would blow his broken heart away.

After a long time, Lin Zichen said in a hoarse voice, "Okay! ”

If it is not a friendship for him, it may be a good thing for him!

Jiang Yao thanked him, and only said to the courtyard that he was out of the house, and then left with Lin Zichen, but how did he feel that Lin Zichen's back was a little lonely, and his steps were a little vain.

Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and there are many carriages coming and going from outside the city, in addition to those who go out of the city to burn incense and worship Buddha, and those who rush back to Kyoto with their families from their posts.

There are rows of red lanterns hanging in the market under the mountain of Huguo Temple, like the last bloom of the flowers, in the previous life, she entered Beijing is everyone's ladies, protected by the maid and managed by the mother-in-law, and all the people who go are serious shops, rarely visit such an open-air market.

Jiang Yao was a little dizzying, and the haze in her heart was diluted by the liveliness of the market, she pointed to a small stall selling hairpins, "Brother Lin, you see that this hairpin is very novel!" ”

Lin Zichen looked at her side face from a distance of half a meter, as if he could see the girl's flower-like smile on that face covered with pockmarks and rotten bumps.

"Then buy one!" Lin Zichen said with a smile.

The stall owner's heart was bright, and when he saw that Lin Zichen was a rich son, he took out the hairpin from Jiang Yao's hand and said, "Son, look at this hairpin, it is a pair with this one, this one keeps it, and the other one is just right for the beloved girl!" ”

Jiang Yao pulled the corners of her mouth and looked at the flattering boss, her hand hanging in the air was stiff, if she didn't despise people so much, wouldn't she be qualified to look at the hairpin if she was wearing it? I want to snatch it from her hands and take it to offer treasure in front of Brother Lin!

Lin Zichen's complexion was warm, and he said with a light smile, "If you like it, you will buy it." ”

The boss was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that this boy was upright, and he didn't think it was a short-sleeved man, but who would have trouble with money, he took the hairpin and came to please Jiang Yao again.

The things on the stall are naturally not a precious thing, the silver hairpin is inlaid with a gemstone, the male model is slightly thicker, carved with complex patterns, the female model is slightly thinner, and there are two tassels that are not long or short at the top, and the tassel is not precious and the precious gem jingling rings with a shake of the hand.

Lin Zichen gave the silver tael, Jiang Yao took the men's one and handed it over, "No, one for each person!" ”

Lin Zichen looked at the hairpin handed over by Jiang Yao, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved, it was the same hairpin, which was usually worn by husband and wife, but now it was him and Yao'er.

Jiang Yao didn't care so much, she bought two sticks, and she couldn't use the men's model!

What the? He's a little guy now? Wearing men's clothing? But the little guy doesn't wear any Rausch silver hairpins!

I have visited the jewelry, and I met the paper kite, the paper kite is not very fine, but the pattern on it is novel, it is a big peach playfully blinking its eyes, and it makes people happy when they see it.

After shopping in the market, Jiang Yao remembered what he was doing, trotted up the mountain, worshipping the Buddha as soon as possible, the earlier the heart, the more sincere, when he arrived at the main hall, Jiang Yao took a few sticks of incense, knelt on the futon, and closed his eyes.

In this life, she doesn't ask for love, she doesn't ask for marriage, she only asks for her mother's peace and happiness, her friends' happiness, and Wenchangbo's mansion to be able to pass this hurdle smoothly.

With incense, Jiang Yao took out the only two taels of silver in his sleeve and donated it.

The little monk walked over with the lottery holder and said respectfully, "Let's draw a lot for the donor, and the abbot of my temple will personally unsign it today!" ”

Jiang Yao shook her head slightly, everything she asked for was a big deal, she was afraid that she would draw the next lottery, so she didn't have to draw it!

The little monk chased after her and said, "Female donor, you have a relationship with my temple, and you will definitely draw a good lot." ”

Jiang Yao looked at the little monk twice, and saw that Mu Han was looking forward to it, so he smiled and took the stick holder and shook it, and the little monk looked at Jiang Yao, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha with his eyes closed and shaking the lot devoutly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the previous life, every time the lottery was drawn, the draw was under the lot, the master said that she was ill-fated, she never believed it at that time, she was just a peasant girl, she was the daughter of Wenchang Bofu, and promised the family affairs of the king of Xiangjun, obviously everything was smooth, why was it fateful?

Now that she is living again, she has some awe of numerology.

With a bang, a stick fell to the ground, Jiang Yao opened her eyes carefully, and the little monk had already bent over to pick it up.

Jiang Yao's subordinates are tight, this life is even more difficult, will it be signed again?

The little monk frowned, handed over the sign and said, "It's better for the donor to see it himself." ”

Jiang Yao sighed in his heart, he has always looked at his face as a monk, if he signs it, it must be a basket of good words first, looking at the expression of this little monk, isn't it another sign?

She took the lottery holder with a slight tremor in her hand, and mustered up the courage to set her eyes on the lottery, and then breathed a sigh of relief, it was the lottery, fortunately, fortunately, it was not the next lot!

The little monk said suspiciously, "It's the lottery, and the donor's request may not be able to respond, why did he laugh?" ”

"The little master has said that he may not respond, but there is a possibility that he should respond, isn't it?" Jiang Yao's mood was relieved by two points, in her previous life, she asked for marriage with the king of Xiangjun many times, and the next time she was signed, and now she is satisfied with winning the lottery.

The little monk also laughed, and he said, "It's rare for the donor to be open-minded, our abbot is inside, please come with me." ”

Jiang Yao clenched the pick tightly in his hand and followed the little monk into the inner room.

A slightly chubby old monk sat on a meditation couch, saw the two come in, got up and saluted each other.

"I, Buddha Mito, donor, please take a seat!" The old monk looked at Jiang Yao carefully as he spoke, and as for the brightly dressed Lin Zichen, it was completely air in the eyes of the old monk!

Jiang Yao nodded, sat down, and handed over the signature in his hand.

The old monk didn't look at it, but said meaningfully, "The girl should know that it is best to go with the flow, since it is destined to reunite, don't be mistaken by obsession!" ”

Jiang Yao looked at the old monk, and the reverence in his heart suddenly rose, did he know that he was reliving a lifetime? Destined to reunite? How do you know that it's not a bad fate?

"Master, the little girl is not mistaken by obsession, but she has learned to go with the flow and is no longer reluctant!"

In her previous life, she was bent on marrying the king of Xiangjun, so why wasn't she obsessed? Her identity is the daughter of Wen Changbo, and she is not worthy of the king of Xiangjun who is the son of the governor of Ningguo Mansion!

The master was merciful, put his hands together and chanted Amitabha.